PLAYING CHESS WHILE ON LSD
Back in the early 1970s 00individual had three artist / head / friends that would stop by and drop acid and play chess, two to a team with no talking or communicating with your partner other than psychically.
First they would drop acid, smoke a ceremonial joint while listening to a righteous album track or two and when they were all ready they would lay out the Chess Board.
Then they would set up the Chess Pieces.
Once the sounds from 00individual’s Sansui QR-4500 Quadraphonic Receiver/Power Station with 4 Altec Lansing speakers and a Teac 2340 Simul-Sync 4 Channel Open Reel to Reel Quad Tape Deck system played his choice custom recorded Quadraphonic music
they would begin their Cosmic Game of Chess.
Playing Chess on LSD was always a deep trip; as trying to anticipate your opponents’ plans, ploys and strategies and his partner’s, as well as trying to formulate offensive and defensive plans, ploys and strategies with your own partner under normal conditions is pretty heady – on psychedelics it was a real test of their “Psychedelic Ability”!
Concentration was key – or one might lose perspective.
Sometimes things could get really hallucinogenic,
They were very serious about their Psychedelic Chess and surely advanced their brain cell power while frying it at the same time.
They all wuz Psychedelic Kidz!
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TRUE PSYCHEDELIC TRIPS!
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EXPERIENCE 1970s PSYCHEDELIC CULTURE!
(Transcribed verbatim below.)
On a nice Saturday afternoon one of the aforementioned fellow LSD Chess Player/Adventurers and 00individual decided to skip chess and try something new. They decided to drop acid and write an experimental short story whereby one would write a line or two then pass the typewriter to the other to write a line or two, and so on.
They never knew where the story was going or how it would end – but even though they were high on Lysergic Acid Diethylamide – the creativity was within them and the psychedelic energy flow took hold.
The creative process was actually very revealing in the fact that the story has a plot, deep meaning, humor, conflict, resolution and an ending that surprised them both!
If you choose to stick with it, there’s a payoff and remember they didn’t discuss the progression – that would’ve spoiled the fun – they just wrote what they felt was right divined by the last entry and passed the typewriter back. Fun times!
So, dial your Mind-Machine back to the euphoric early ’70s, and enjoy this Image-Rich, Experimental, Psychedelic, Free-Form, Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll Vampiric Tale involving
God, Lucifer and Manual the Gardner.
(Transcribed verbatim below from the original typewritten above.)
The Legend of Manual’s Labor
John Good and 00individual
Manual the gardener slipped his mutated member in her quivering quim….theirs was the joy of the crusty fetid death lover……..agony, joy….and the pomp and circumcise of life.
Throughout the time and space of his pathetic existence on this bizarre and brutal sphere in the barbaric times of the post-mutant age, his quest for the inebriated phosphorous soldier of the fourth order of the purple nuzz- nuzz, left him in a rather slobbery state.
Poor pathetic Manual could barely grasp at what was reality, what with crusty quims and all. Lord Lucifer! Why do you forsake me now?….when all but the memories of an amnesia-dominated past have beckoned me with an elusive hand, inviting and enticing me to rise. I shall rise, I shall….tomorrow I shall go to the priest of the one they used to call Christ. If I can gain his confidence and his magic perhaps the emergence of a pseudo-spiritual redeemer will render the apathetic doldrums to a state of total recall.
Its so hard and getting worse daily. As my brain rots ever so routinely, it is hard for me to keep it all together….fuzzy-wuzzys and nuzzy-nuzzys….I will no longer honor my false brazen God. He shall have no more of my life giving blood, but be the unwilling donor of sacrifice over and over again for the fair and virginal flower of the tainted forest of eternity. Rainbow spider webs….autumn leaves….lustful fall….what does it all mean?
The esscense goo that they call me is no more than a manic struggle between two blood-lusting souls searching for sanity.
Along with the equally demanding urges of the eye…the optical telescope of non-reality. The conflict, the pull, the never-ending decision of whether that today is really tomorrow yesterday.
Yes, yes the urge is to acknowledge this as real, yet, yet, how can this whore of carnal delight be anymore than that delectable taste of her love goo.
The thought of approaching this madness, this conflicting bridge of threadbare thoughts leaves me no way out but that of temporary reconciliation with my inner God. Yet who is that forsaking bastard? My friend, My foe?…..
I believe I shall now go about thine destruction. Thine destruction, let me count the ways: whether it be nobler to drain the life giving blood in second to eternity lapses or send my soul-self into oblivion via a celestial narcotic drug,….that sweet release.
I have reached my decision…not an easy one for sure. It’s a delight though to suck her life thrusting juices even if it does mean her demise. The thought spirals into an intense overbearing climactic explosion of every molecule in me as the last drop is suckled from the now non-existent whore of carnal delight…..that is me.
Yeah, that ending still gets 00individual – it blew both of their minds when they read it.
It’s trippy the way that it came together, once again, no discussion took place, just typewriting . . .
. . . and while on the subject of typewriting – 00individual is amazed; after a close look at the original, there appears to be only about a half dozen white-out corrections! This is the original, the only copy – and with less than six corrections?
Wow, apparently they were very efficient on acid – 00individual is impressed with his own young Acid-Head self and with the same for fellow Tripper John Good.
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