Where did Laughing Willow disapear to?
He's alive and well. Saw him recently here in CO.
-TM
I heard he started up his own cult and moved to new mexico.
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coooool
wherever you are, dear LW, miss you and feel your presence (all in the same breath!)
judih
Not to start any unsubstantiated rumor mill here, but there is a relatve newcomer here that has been posting a coupla months, and, uh, I sotra get the feeling that this newb and Willow are one and the same..... At any rate it's good to hear Willow is doing fine, and I wish him well with his new cult :wink: ------------- sal
dear sal, always one to wink at something that has been hinting
i did detect a certain sweet something here and there...hopefully it is our friend laughing from the candy store
maybe, for his own reasons not all told here, he needed some space from SPF...wishing him well, and hoping he comes back around in his own time...
The only one who revealed to me what Dragobine was, in all of its sacred glory
Laughing Who? ;)
Big Love, bro, wherever you are! :P
Don't let the dragibus out of the bag.
-TM
I've always kept my Drag in a UV protected negative pressure container, at -12 Celsius.... Do the research here peeps!! ..... sal
That will work in a pinch. I prefer liquid nitrogen.
Last communication dispatch I received, LW was herding capybaras in the Amazon rainforest while studying under the tutelage of a well-known shaman versed in the art of basket weaving hydronautic propellers of amazing propulsion. Seems he was wrapping this up before heading north to Newfoundland for the annual migration of the star moles, and then east to look for new forming stars in the Crab Nebula. I am not sure what power his telescope is, but if its any where near as powerful as his introscope, I am certain he will be posting his findings shorly.
j out :P
You guys are so funny. Everyone knows LaughingWillow isn't even real.
Woah! There I was, minding my own bidness in the void when I suddenly felt a little tug and then here I am in the middle of this funky little seance. Back from da dead, been binging on the dragibus until the beast got ahold of us. Last thing I remember about this place is telling some nube that dragibus was a myth whilst rolling one last Dragibusto......
Its amazing that you guys could have even missed me already. But three daze on the dragibus did feel like much longer. Anyway, its nice to wake up and see there are people who care.
Howdee-hey, kids!
lw
Good to see you back amongst us, LW. We should have a seance more often.
Quote from: "laughingwillow"Its amazing that you guys could have even missed me already.
lw
I went back over this entire thread and I can't find the word "miss" anywhere. I think the correct term is "curious." Now get back to your shamanism. Hippy.
-TM
uh, I hope no one took that seriously. :P
!ROTFLMAO! Touche, dear fish-face, touche.
Not all missing persons are missed, sentimentally or otherwise..
Btw, Speaking of dirty hippies, last time I checked in, nobody around your neck of the woods looked poised to win any auditions for Pleasantville 2, either. hehe
Hippies.... They say they want to save the world, but all they do is smoke pot and smell bad. - E Cartman -
lw
hey, i'm sure i said i missed you, LW. and if i didn't, it's cause i was watching SouthPark at the time.
so, yeah
have a seat. how're the cactii doin?
Yeah man, long time no type. Good to see you.
ho jesus, laughingwillow's back
Howdy, strang(er)! :lol:
This willow is an imposter! I have it on good authority that the REAL laughingwillow is now employed by the "thats terriffic" marble company in Chinook IL, and is right this very second contemplating his come back tour as his alter ego, the flying pamento brother.
He's back, he's bad, and he's mad as hell! He's a poodle with a mohawk...
you'll never call him FiFi again! (a friend of mine had that on a poster in college- I never did figure out where it came from)
I missed you bro, and I am waiting for the findings!
j :lol:
Yea, obvious imposter. The last I saw the LW, he was running around a Manu Chao concert, with some crazy cajin woman chasing him. No way he'd come back here so soon. haHahahahsaehahahahahatha
Welcome back!
Jiku-bro want a tale, eh?
What about the time I got dragi-busted? Naw, too graphic.....
Lately, we've been on tour of sort, visiting monasteries. Places of prayer, if you will. I just love the devotion of cloistered women who have dedicated their lives to the work of god. Experiencing the kindness of those pious souls is a wonder, the scent of their temples intoxicating. To be in the presence of those capable of walking the line between pride at their accomplishments and being green with envy for lost physical love lost is an honor......
Now, where were we? (Never mind. That's a rhetorical question.)
lw
Quote from: "jikuhchagi"He's back, he's bad, and he's mad as hell! He's a poodle with a mohawk...
you'll never call him FiFi again! (a friend of mine had that on a poster in college- I never did figure out where it came from.
It's a cartoon by Roz Chast. Check out her work sometime if you have a chance. Very funny! She publishes in the New Yorker, Scientific American, and the Harvard Business Review... so you know it has to be good!
...ok I give up...whats dragibus? Howdy again LW!!
Roz is great Anon...I agree.
There's been some papers circulating around lately. Sure, they are merely snippets; not yet published by the AMA, but hey, they have been "quietly put out there".... Go to the usual sources and read..... Yeah, Drag cures cancer... Sure it stops the Herpes virus cold... We all already Knew that.... It's that yet unpublished finding 'bout the synaptic reversal thing that has me concerned.... Look at it like this.... Who wants those receptors reverse accepting/rejecting signals???? That'd quite possibly set a user up for having 10 hour trips trips on Salvia, 10 min journeys on STP; that sorta thing..... We just can't go dosing around Willy - Nilly without considering the consequences here folks..... I'm thinking really seriously about holding off on doing any more Drag until these issues get resolved...... What say 'DA Peeps?????????--- sal
Hey, jupe. Better not to ask. (Woe to those who enter here and that shite...)
Amen, sal. I'm off that 'bus, too. Hopefully for good, this time. However, "Dragi-bus, is calling Us........."
lw
sYNAPTIC rEVERSAL? That would maybe explain some of the negentropy spaces that high dose dragibus seems to engender.
It's a tough one. Accupunture, antideppresants and psychotherapy have kept the dragon at bay for me, but I still dream about it........
What is the opposite of "miss" anyway?
-TM
Mister
Doh!
-TM
some people: "to rue....?"
Dragi-bus came by,
and I got on- that's where
it all began.
There was cowboy Neal
at the wheel,
the bus to never, ever land....
lw
I just couldn't help it.. There was that Drag, sitting there..... The waxy translucent blob just awaiting my opening of its protective container.... I mean,,, hey, I did what I could 'ya know.... After work, I noticed it sitting there, and casually tossed it aside... As the weekend progressed; I find myself to time and again, keep running across that darned vial.... Yeah, 'ya could say it was just an inherent weakness on my part; but really peeps, the stars seemed to be aligned, the cosmos called out to me to 'reconnect'....... I eyeballed out about 272mics.... (yeah I know that there are those to suggest one can not eyeball within 5-10 mics)... I'll leave that to the anal retentive to determine.... I plunged that viscous fluid deep within my jugular and awaited Nirvana.... I got NADA Zip Zero!!! Now, I know I'd followed all the dietary guidlines, etc. for the preceeding 24hrs, and I know for a fact that Drag was less than 90 days from being processed from the donor tuber itself.... So.... What the hey, happened???? How could my beloved mind melder go inert....???? This has got me really worried.... Makes me think those rumors about the GUV'mt genetically manipulating to cause a no trip thingy are reality.... jeez, I just don't know what to think................ Wondering wanderer sal
Senor-
I just got my dogeared copy of DIKAL out of the vault in my inner sanctum(one of 3 known to exist, Shulgins publisher, went nuts after reading the preface and it was immediatly supressed).
Here is where you went wrong- an active dose is listed as 274 mics and we all know about the steep response curve of the mighty dragon.
Missed by that much......
I remember one spring when I was down to my final vial of dragibus from the last harvest. I went on a binge and then plastered mirrors on every surface of the living room so I wouldn't lose sight that container from anywhere in the room. Or maybe I just wanted it to look like I had more than I did. Hard to tell from here.....
lw
I just googled "dragibus", and I came up with 190,000 hits mostly in french and japanese........
Something is happening but I don't know what it is
Yeah, I googled it too!!!
Maybe the Japanese are gene-splicing?
And what is a dragibus lollipop?
A dragibus lollipop?
Well, we could tell you, but then we'd have to kill you....
guild chairman
yea, something is going on:
"Children listened ... and were really excited, that's why dragibus began to spread worldwide."
Ok,,, I can dig the dose/response thing.... Question??? I've got maybe 278-'79 mics left... Can I reliably and without an explosion occuring, use the Palladium reduction / Vargas carbon mutiplication sequencing to break that third chiral chain.... ???? I'm guessing it can be done as long as there's always a blue light envioronment and 'ya keep that centrifuge spun up like a big dog..... I' hoping that with the addition of 1.78204 mics of moleybendum, then voila..... You've got the standard shot at doubling the moles????? Right???? Wrong???? sal
Well I'm no chemist, I don't even pretend to be one on the Internet:
But again I consulted DIKAL and the other references I have aquirred in my 30 years of dragibus research.
Seems Shulgin wanted to try the very synthesis you are proposeing, but Hoffman talked him out of it. Seems there are 3 possible outcomes with equal chances:
1. You end up with a lump of an inert material much like silly putty
2. You end up with a drug with activity in the nanogram range
3. You end up with material so unstable that at best you would have an explosion that would make Krakatoa look like a party popper and at worst you would rip the fabric of time and turn the universe inside out.
So I say go for it!!
cat != in bag
-TM
Relax, troutie. There ain't no such thing as da dragibus. Remember?
Anyway, I've always liked the story about the japanese dragibus den run by one of the local, old-school tattoo artists. Seems the dude got hooked on the dragibus while touring Europe and then he started turning on his tattoo clients when he got back. Anyway, the scene evolved to what it is today, or at least the last I'd heard... The artist, Nishiama, gives free tattoos to anyone willing/able to sit through the process while under a full head of the dragibus. And his work is fantastic. Now, old dude ain't no fool, so he's learned some things over the years. First time visitors attempting the feat are forced to get their first tat on the face. Nothing large or obtrusive, but enough to find out if the person in the chair is going to be capable of seeing the process through to the end. He apparently got tired of people flaking out of the chair right off the bat. So now peeps think a little longer and harder, maybe, before trying to conquer the unsane. The guy's work is amazing, btw. His art is just dragibus dream soaked. And Nishiama is selling dragibus out of the back of the shop so I'm guessing any lost tattooing profits are surely made up by his repeat customers. I think my favorite quote of his was something like, "A man's skin is of a finite volume while his soul has an infinite capacity for love, including the love of pain."
Can you imagine what getting a tattoo while on da 'bus must feel like?
lw
laffing whillo,
I want sum dragobinine. kan ne1 send me some ASAP???!
Itz illegal h3re, but 1'm smarter than th3 c0ps.
if none of u can send me da dragobinine extat, ur noobz
peaz luv and har-money
r1fe Heretic you dum bitchezzzzzz
There is an urban legend that Nishaima's tats have been known to move and switch places.
No shite!
I like the one about the guy who smoked the dragibus and then watched Nishiama lay out intricate designs on both palms. THe guy said it hurt so bad he was sweating blood. He thought his hands were going to explode. Then he figured it would get better after he passed out, but that wasn't the case, as you can imagine. Anyway, when all was said and done, an assistant of Nishiama wrapped dude's bloody hands in gauze before sending him on his way. The guy was afraid to take public transit home, in that state, so he walked the ten miles home. In the morning, he awoke and gingerly unwrapped his first one hand and then the other - to find no sign of a tattoo on either. No dried blood, nothing. He said he felt cheated at first for enduring the pain and terror of dragibus for nothing but a craving for more. And it took the guy a few weeks to notice the intricate designs on the soles of his feet.....
lw
Here's a good one: some people thought Puff the Magic Dragon was about pot!!!
Consuming a couple glasses of grapefruit juice prior to ingestion (oral, smoked, rectal ... also presumably IM or IV with purified extracts) of your Bus will dramatically increase effects as well as duration. Treat with care as I've come across some people who've reported pronounced tachycardia, tremors and numbness of the extremities (not an increase in the standard buzzing pleasurable numbness, but rather a feeling like when your foot goes to sleep but up the entire leg or arm) when trying this with their standard dose of dragibus. Be careful, this mix had me lost to the world for months before friends and family were able to drag me from the bus.
There IS something happening, but you don't know what it is,
do you, Mr. Jonez?
Anyone know what a case of large grapefruit cans are going for at Sams Club lately???? {yor'e either ON tha bus, of Off tha bus}--------- sal
LOL We've been innoculating grapefruit with dragibus cultures for awhile now. We give them a couple of weeks to do their thing and then cut and eat them under a black light.
lw
I think we need to start looking for indigenous dragibus cults. We could just go back from the earliest reference and see what we can find. My intuition is that our secret is not so new. The dragon might be the original sacrament, might predate amanitas. When we find the time that it went underground, disappeared from the record we might be on the trail to a whole secret world. As far as I know no one nows how dragibus was reintroduced, but it was just there in the 60's. as a matter of fact I have no memory of my first time or when I first heard about it, it's like it was always there. Know what I mean?
Was soma dragibus??
Feels like the dragon is getting ready to roar again.
I met a maori elder (indigenous peoples of new zealand) the other eve, he spun me a tale, he made mention of the ancient use of a plant, that summoned the taniwha ( a dragon like beast of maori folklore), he decribed how the dragons of the earth awoke and swollowed the land in a torrent of splendor, filling the minds of the users with the knowledge of the gods, gaurded and gifted to man by the taniwhas.. he went on to explain how its cermonial use had been quelled by the early european settlers and regarded as the act of savages.. but still to this day a small cult remained, dedicated to the call of the taniwha.. of course my curiosity peaked and i began to probe his mind for more information..he grew weary and looked at me slyly and asked "you speak as if you have soared the skies and dived the seas on the back of the taniwha"... i looked back at him and said " i soared in heaven and crashed in hell, only to discover i never left this plane".. he seemed satisfied with my answer and asked if i wanted to learn more of the ancient practice.. i agreed and we ventured to the edge of a patch of native bush, he gave me a small pouch made of a leaf ad told me to put it in my mouth and chew, i quidded it and began to feel that tell tale sensory heightening, the vibrations up my spine as my world disolved and regrew in a vibrant world of heaven and hell, the bush was writhing with taniwha, i looked to the old man who at that moment turned into a grand taniwha, pulsating vibrant colours, be turned to me and said, " follow me to learn from the gods", the rest is a blur, but i awoke in a small clearing, dragibus growing all around me..the forest whisped to me as i walked out, filled with divine knowledge..
one of the most amazing nights of my life, the path is there, we need just follow and learn..
Niiiice one, VB. Powerful story, that.
lw
That was a really cool story
----- Excellente' mon VB!!!!---- Question: When you awoke with the Dragibus; were they flowering and oozing copious amounts of resinous Dragobine alkaloids, or where they still in that pesky domancy state where one has to hand milk those pods????..... Yo Willow:: Have the adherents to the cult completed the initiation rituals yet???? ----- sal
sal: Those who say, don't know and those who know don't say.....
lw
The grove was quite mixed in its 'ripeness' definitely enough crystal resin on the pods to make the grove sparkle like a saphire under the moon... but i can only imagine what it would be like at peak 'ooze' might have to wait until the end of the summer months..
This is probably the funniest joke I've ever heard.
Freemasons :o :lol: :wink:
Free bird!
Say...
That reminds me of the story of the little birdy in the nest who squwaked all day and night. Matter of fact, little birdie soon decided that it was his squwaking that caused his parents to fly off and return to the nest with tasty little worms and bugs every now and then. Pretty soon birdy started looking around and realized eh was in the top of a tree in the middle of many other trees. Then birdy had a revelation that his tree was in the exact center of the forrest and maybe even a little taller than the rest. All the while little birdy squwaked and the parents delivered like dominoes. Then one day when little birdy was almost too big to turn around in the nest he squwaked his way out onto a limb. His parents soon returned and urged little birdy back into the nest, but our little friend couldn't hear much, with all the noise he was making. So little birdy didn't listen to the big birdies and in the end, little birdy fell off his perch and bruised his little ego on a pebble lying at the bottom of the tree. Moral...
The harder they come -
the harder they fall
one and all...... - Jimmy Cliff -
lw
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