I was not expecting this kind of trip at all. It's been about a full year before I could get my hands on some of the WoW that's been making it's way up to ATL from the florida area. Me and my buddies took 2 hits each (WoW) at approximately 3 pm and expected your average run of the mill trip. Cute visuals, a few giggles, and unrealized epiphanies.. This was definitely not the case. I write this mainly to address any preconceived notions that "real" LSD-25 is just a myth or "impossible to find."
3:00 PM: Initial Dose of two hits WoW blotter. No bitter taste. Smooth sailing.
3:40 PM: Starting to feel the chilling sensation/and or euphoric bliss in my spine and stomach which is a prime indication that you've got some fire shit on your hands. This sensation seemed to permeate to every single receptor in my body to the point where I was feeling a little sensory overloaded. It's near impossible to sit still and we have the goofiest grins on our faces in anticipation of what's to come. My friend C then says "Bro, these don't have shit on the sugar cubes we took last time!"
4:00 PM. Shit, I'm realizing we just dosed an hour ago and we're still shooting to the core of the univerise with no let up in the foreseeable future. Visuals just keep getting more intricate and complex. I feel myself melt more and more into my chair until i realize I am the fucking chair! At this point, mind blowing hallucinations have totally taken over my entire field of vision. I literally have galaxies and and planets warping and engulfing me if I dared to close my eyes and left myself drift away in the infiniteness that appears to be absolute madness, but simultaneously the most blissful and euphoric experience i've had to date.
4:45 PM. Dude there's no way we're still peaking on this shit. My buddies and I exchange glances and know exactly what the fuck is about to go down. I burst out laughing and say " Looks like this shit isn't gonna give us any sort of choice of what happens in the next few hours." The only way i can describe this is being swallowed by time and space itself and having every single fiber of my being connected to the core of the universe. The most vidid visuals I recall were of portals and third eyes circulating through every single cell in my body were I could instantaneously lose myself at any moment I saw fit. Imagine being in the middle of a fucking alex grey painting. Also, I felt an unspoken connection with my buddies on an almost molecular level if that makes any sense.
5:45 PM. We are fried and absolutely losing our shit. My friend M interrupts the silence with " Dude I think I might be ready to call somebody in on this shit. It's just too much." I laugh it off but am experiencing myself or my "core' endlessly being split into infinity. It gets to the point where we don't exchange words for two hours because the clouds seem to keep sucking me in and spitting me back out at their leisure. I"m literally ingrained in every single detail of the environment, and at one point, am seeing everything as the atoms and molecules that are the very foundation of our "reality"
8:00 PM. We kick around some jokes/ideas for potential movie scripts that will probably never happen; Still totally engulfed in our own little worlds. The usual typical acid shit carries on from here and we smoke a few joints and laugh about how can't believe it's only been 5 hours since initial dose and we've literally had the entire human exisence shoved into our skulls. We spend the rest of the night finishing a few beers to ease the comedown and laughing at our "million dollar movie scripts" that were developed in the last 4 hours.
All in all. Fire shit is still out there folks. I'll always have a special place in my heart reserved for experiences like these. And i got a whole muthafuckin strip left 
-------------------- I'm stupid, Enlil is smart.
I'm ugly, Enlil is beautiful.
I'm a loser, Enlil is a winner.
Someday, I hope to be like Enlil but secretly know I never will.
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