Quinnskimo

i haven't tried DMT yet (want to) but I had an ayahuasca ceremony recently. It was an incredible experience. I think the ritualistic part of it is very important, at least for the 1st experience and probably most experiences, though I can only speak from this one experience I had. The sounds and the songs really helped bring out the spirit of the brew. It's not really considered a drug by the shaman; it is simply just a spirit, and the process of making it was given to them from the universe.

Every experience is obviously different, but in mine I linked into my "overself" (like, literally, after seeing this and doing some research I come to find out that the Alex Grey piece titled "Overself" was an extremely similar scene that I experienced), where I am my one true self or unit of selves that occupy the everlasting now.

I was looking around at the infinite me, which really could've just as easily been you or anyone, and playing with the space inside my hall of selves, which looked like third eyes platered against a wall of skin. I was entertaining myself by creating images out of a bubble of mass in the middle, which was also me essentially, and doing really ridiculous shit like really complicated yoga poses and martial art type displays of physical prowess. Really I was just doing stupid shit to crack myself up and having a great time at it. These were closed eye visuals, as this entire experience was during a state of meditation.

When I needed to be lucid, I was capable of getting water and puking and limited communication, mostly when getting up to get more brew. One of my favorite physical feelings was this constantly recurring vibration going through my whole body, almost like a gentle,controlled seizure...a seemingly involuntary vibration that would only happen when I let it, which I did, a lot, because it felt so fantastic and I was really fascinated with it. It felt like the beat of the universe coming through my physical body.

Also felt like a master of the breath, which brought me great joy, because at the time, breathing was one of the very few things that I had that was mine, and controlling it and embracing it and loving it felt like a good thing. At times, my resperatory rate slowed to probably 2-3 breaths per minute. Big, deep breaths in through my nose, and long slow breaths out with big pauses in between, because really, who needs air? I had enough....

That's just some of my favorite stuff that I experienced during the 4-5 hours or so of the ceremony. The biggest lesson that I took from it, I think, was how important it is to truly embrace the now. In my mind during that time, I was reliving my experience of being here now. That me knew everything there was to know and had been everywhere there was to be and had learned to necessary lessons to be aware of my actual state in that moment. The me, here, now, is already there and doesn't have to worry about how I'm doing along the path, because the path is being walked, has been walked, and will be walked. All there is left, then, since it's going to/has/is happening regardless, is to enjoy it and make it count in my mind, in this moment.

not sure where this is going. she says she loves me, yet consistently expresses doubts in herself based on what she thinks i'm feeling. most of the time she's paranoid. some of the time she's right. i feel like she's digging her own grave, a self-fulfilling prophecy. she's a beautiful soul, but she seems really weak right now, and i'm afraid i can't help her. i give up sometimes but an inner voice keeps bringing me back to wanting to work it out. sometimes her eyes tell me i have something to believe in, but most of the time she's afraid to reach out. i want it to change. maybe i'm just bad at letting go.

^Thanks for the advice. Doing it in NYC so I guess I could run over the BIG or SE and see what they have to say. I was hoping some new stuff had come out since I last frequented the forum. Can't quit skating...It's my job these days and is much more a part of my style than my clothes are. Hopefully I can find a decent substitute. I've got some friends making skate-wear, and they put these really awesome stretch panels in the crotch...saves the whole rest of the pant from having to stretch, but unfortunately their heavy canvas is nowhere near as durable as my denim has been in the past. Might see if I can get them to put some stretch panels in my 811s. The crotch is blown out anyway...

Been a while since I've been deep in this forum. Still loving my jeans, but I live an active lifestyle, and I ripped the crotch on every pair I own from skateboarding. Thinking adding a little stretch in my denim might be the answer. Paid too much money on getting my current lineup fixed through SelfEdge and then tearing another hole in them a couple weeks later. I spend as much time with them in the shop as I do wearing them....just not cutting it anymore.

What durable, good wearing, stretch jeans are out there in not overly tight cuts. Med Slim to medium fit preferably.

http://www.lawofone.info/

Any of you read the Law of One? Been really good for me...I'm finishing up Book II. Got a long way to go. It's a slow read if you want to take anything from it, but what you take is very worthwhile.

snapped this one of some doofus @ sac state today.

WAYWT: longboard edition

lrg/ecko/nike/creative rec knockoffs/mall grab

hah those trucks are wack as fuck. This will, in fact, make you look like a dufus.

you can push mongo on a longboard just fine. you don't have to reposition your foot to ollie. footbraking mongo in dangerous over about 20mph because the back end of the deck is where wobs come from, so you don't want your weight there when going fast. it might look newbish to discriminatory skateboarders, but pushing with both feet equally is how you get the furthest the fastest with the least amount of effort. plus, then you get equal wear on your flip flops.

i haven't cut my hair since I started longboarding seriously. I shower just as often but wash my hair less. And got a huge gong, and I collect crystals and Buddhas. My shoe collection consists of colorful hightops. Most of which have holes in the sole. And I stopped wearing slim jeans. And tattooed a bigass crop circle on my chest. Fuck it.

longboarders smoke good herb. they win.

are there even any frats in NYC? if there are, i guess they're easily avoided because i don't know about them.

Most any skater who does anything but cruise around looking like a goofball wears skate shoes. I don't anticipate convincing you of anything. You clearly have your mind made up. There are other people on this board, though, and 40% of them think you should shut the fuck up. There are more business types rolling down the street on their way to meetings than there are frat boys in flip flops around here. And more than that it's just kids who have fun playing in traffic or bombing hills nearby, and yea, very few of them give a rat's ass what they look like while doing it.

There are plenty of skateboarders out there with studded belts and spikes coming out of their shoes as well. I've sent a few of them to local skate shops, thanking the heavens they weren't ending up on a longboard...we're poorly represented enough as it is. Point being, there are dipshits everywhere.

Doesn't really matter what you ride in the end. If you're riding a skateboard, long or short, you're going to end up with your face on the street looking like a kook at some point. And if you're worried about how cool you look the whole time, well, you most likely don't.

Haven't posted in a couple years, I think... but hey, what a perfect opportunity. Since my last post I began working for a longboard company in NYC. I'm sure many of you have seen kooks all over the city whipping around on Bustin Boards....maybe. Check em out at http://bustinboards.com/. I actually just designed the decks on the front page there, the EQ and the Boombox. They're primarily downhill/sliding focused decks but are just fine for pushing around the city. We're about to release a 35-inch "skateboard"/tech slider with wheel wells built into the concave that will function as a dope ollie-able city cruiser (that's what I'll be using it as...I hate hard wheels). It'll fit 65mm wheels on Indy 169s--more carve than you've ever gotten on a skateboard but I've seen a handful of people tre-flip on it on my setup. Anyway, anything that gets you around the city without wasting time and money on public transport is good by me. Keep the hate coming. I'd be happy to take some of you skateboarders down some 40mph+ runs in Jersey or 50mph+ on Bear Mountain and we'll see how that short wheelbase treats you there. Around the city, kicks are great, but I still prefer soft wheels for keeping up with traffic.

yep that's right i ride around on a fire breathing dragon

Been a while. I started these in January last year...not in the contest... but yea I figured ya'll might appreciate a neat picture of some jawns. been splittin these 811s with some Skulls for a while.

I used to love running. Then I battled with plantar fascitis for nearly a year while trying to compete at the college level and finally gave it up for my last year of school. Now I've moved into long distance skateboarding. It is WAY more fun and I can go 3-4 times as far for the same effort. And all the balance stuff is great for the legs and core with much less pounding.

agree with everyone above. just moved to NYC a month ago. best thing i've ever done so far.

Here's some fucking nasty pictures I just took of these jeans that are falling apart. We have shitty lighting in this new apartment, so I just took it with the flash with the shitty lighting and I can't say it turned out all that well, but whatever... Oni Blues and some Eternals that haven't been seeing much wear lately cuz of the heat and my newfound love for shorts during the summer. I still love my denims but I ain't rappin about it like I used to. Just wearing them when it's comfortable to do so.

meh, they look fine, but it's kinda funny to watch him get so butt hurt about it. still, looks like he may have done some light stretching and sat in a chair for about 2 years. maybe they're less respected because of the fading properties. maybe he's a hardcore badass.

PS nobody here wears bootcut. WTF? Who are you? We are way better than that. Sufu unite.

I'm looking for a pair of 100% linen pants for a desertous adventure I've got coming up in a couple months. I'm bringin my jawns but when I'm hanging out in the middle of nowhere sweating my balls off I know I'm going to wish I had something a little more airy. I'm not trying to spend a ton of money, but if anybody's got something they want to get off their hands, I'd like you to think of me.

I kinda want a pair with a drawstring and then a slightly more dressy pair for when I plant and need to do some work. Hit a brotha up.

they're 811s. can't see the hip flare when i'm sitting down

stop looking at my crotch! I think they'll be fine for a good long while. Probably a deceiving photo, but yea, that's where to greatest amount of wear is so far. I will be sure to reinforce it when necessary.

Just a little iPhone update. Had these since Christmas, so we're lookin a little over 3 months. Slow and steady.

wrote this whilst tripping on top of a building...was acid though. slightly different, but very similar. shrooms tend to be a little less visual for me usually and a little more weird, and acid tends to be a little more one-with-the-universe, but they overlap into each other:

I could spread myself, limbs fanned, particles to their walls, in a full, final salute, and fall. And I'm pretty sure I would fall flat, the gentle, rumbling wind still brushing through my hair, cars whisping by on the side streets, generators humming and spreading clean air through empty hallways.

A light might blink, a bird might squak. The gentle roll of sorrow or disgust or longing or relief might spread out from inside my body to as far as my energy or stench or character can reach, but all this would still be happening. The wave would swell and then pass, as all waves do, leaving a trail of some mess behind and a trail of some mess ahead as well. And in only half a blink, something is gone. This thing that once was that instructed this pen to paper, the thing that only I can call me--it instantly explodes into thin air and stretches out into the hearts and minds of those known and unknown as deep and for as long as it can until it folds in on itself and begins its slow spread again.

The wind still purrs against the ivy where I sit now, and it will do so for the next who occupies this space for some given time. Lighting flashes, a bird squaks. Nothing is changed while everything is changing. We spread over this earth like a fungus, which dries up and crumbles to dust for the next to have a crack at being.

A page turns. A thought appears and vanishes before it is even recognized. A piece of my soul is lost, flapping down and away with the wind to the ground where I am ant food. Me, who is only unrecognizable to myself and who everyone else points to and calls him, is gone. I am gone, yet he still remains. And when they talk of him, I hope they have good things to say so that I might smile in recognition somewhere down this endless spiral to black.

no fucking shit. my ex f'ed a french dude with apparently a larger penis than me. put me in my place.