It's Stropharia cubensis and not Amanita muscaria.

There, I came right out and said it. Let the flames begin.

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You guys always reference stuff that I have not the slightest clue about. How about talking about Ohm's Law or the Nyquist-Shannon theorem?

FUCK SHANNON!

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Only if you're a fucking stoner! If you're looking to kill, then Amanita muscaria is your girl! You panzy Stropharia cubensis snarfers only think you see the grim reaper!

Okay... I googled some crap and spit that out. From what I can tell it is a good thing to know the difference between these two things. In my day, when ordering the kind that made me laugh all night I just asked for mushrooms.

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Not much to argue about with those, unlike the proposition that the Rig Veda has its origins in a groovy shroom trip.

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Then I guess Stipey was lying when he sang, "Amanita is the name... the flowers cover everything..."

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Then I guess Stipey was lying when he sang, "Amanita is the name... the flowers cover everything..."

Sonofa.... yes, he was, and I have myself noted that. In fact, on his word, I once named a dog Amanita Muscaria, because "Amanita is the name." (A friend thought I had said "I'ma need a mo' scarier," as in, "I'ma need a mo' scarier dog dan dis.") After I read McKenna's Food of the Gods, I named my next pet (a cat) Stropharia Cubensis.

....another Maryland librarian who is overly familiar with REM's early catalog....

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In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

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-Loca.

-Baby
(is this going to try to challenge the Ultimate Run On Sentance?)

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One Christmas Eve in Dayton, Ohio, my first wife and I and a bastard I'll call Steve were looking for something to do. We wound up at a cheesy bar called the Southern Belle, the only open place we could find, and we were moping around all bored when up walks this Viking biker guy we sort of knew from the music scene. He was lonesome and wanted to sit with us. We rolled our eyes and said OK. Somehow the conversation made its way (as it often did, with me, in those days) to the subject of psychedelia, and our Viking friend told us he had once picked up Stephen Gaskin hitchhiking, and they'd had a long talk.

I was stunned, as I was at that time right in the middle of Gaskin's book, Haight-Ashbury Flashbacks. We talked about Gaskin awhile, and I guess Viking guy decided we were OK then, because he went out to his bike and came back with a paper lunchbag containing three psilocybin mushroom caps. Then he wished us a merry Christmas and left. We called him Santa Claus from then on.

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I accepted a bag of mushrooms from a hitchhiker once as gratuity. I hadn't asked for anything, he was just being friendly.

I ate them that night and got peeved when I didn't notice anything after an hour. So I went to buy a case of beer. On the way home I noticed that all the streetlights had a slightly different hue to them. And that they were really bright. And if you turned you head just right you could see the light break up into rainbows.

It was then that I realized I needed to park the car. Immediately. I walked the last 5 blocks home, called an old friend (I was a recent transplant out in Colorado at the time) and I laughed on the phone as she laughed at me for something like 4 hours. All I did was laugh and it felt great.

The next morning I found my car parked in the ministers spot at the local Baptist church.

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Mmmmmmm..... there's nothing better than the warm urine of a recently deceased Siberain that ate more than his fair share of the fly agaric....

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'Repent Harlequinn!' said the Tick-Tock Man.

Fly agaric: too toxic!

Spankling, your story reminds me of my former drummer. This was 10 years ago, so I'm not like busting myself or anything.... He was doing shrooms with me for the first time, and it was going pretty well, and then a crummy rock video came on, and afterward he insisted that the mushroom's effects had suddenly and completely worn off. I laughed at him and said no way, you just saw a bogus video. But he insisted. So I said, fine, let's go to the grocery store if you're so totally not tripping.

Oh, he was tripping alright. He couldn't figure out how to pay for gum.

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Someone I knew told about an acquaintance of his who was very tripping one night, and suddenly had a realization of how to end world hunger once and for all. Being an experienced explorer of alternate realities, he was quite aware that he might not remember this revelation when he woke up, and like Fermat's, his wisdom might be lost to the world. Thus, with great effort, he wrote down in great detail his brainstorm.

The next morning, he found a piece of paper with two words written on it:

XEROX DOUGHNUTS

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Paul Mccartney was quoted as saying he figured out the meaning of life once while on LSD:

"There are seven levels."

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