Whats the best High?

a natural high. endorphins for example

...or love

love you can't get much higher than that.

ummm .. acid and love .. and together, it's a killer :)

Well definitely not ecstasy. I can't stand pills.

I usually get my best high from doing something I didn't think I could do.

Honestly, I have done drugs, alcohol, men.... On and on. Gambled a little even.

That was the past.

I did all that because I didn't have what I have now: a husband who would do anything for me and an beautiful 8 year old daughter who thinks I am the best mom in the world.

Having these two in my life is better than any drug. And I suspect that the feeling I get when I snuggle up with my daughter to read her a good night story is what I was looking for in the street drugs which could only delay the bad feelings of emptiness for a little while at a time.

Seeing the "light come on" in someone's eyes when a they finally "get" the truth of what you've been saying.

Being in love

morning glory seeds. the lsa in the has such a great reaction with the body.

Singing a song I love well and making others feel the emotions from it.

Wearing a new sexy dress, shoes, lipgloss and perfume to dinner and drinks with good music and people I love and then totally TMI private time with hubby after.... ;oX

Breathing in fresh, clean air. Quietly.

The high that comes from within, when you take Tai Chi to the extreme and pass the 3rd level of the "Enlightenment of Kan & Li" ...

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The Perfect High - a poem by Shel Silverstein

There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you,
'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.

As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.

But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.
Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.

He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry. Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high.

Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly,
Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high."

So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . .
He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high.

Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats.

"What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . .
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?"

"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself."

"Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet,
I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this?

My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kinda crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!"

"Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree.

Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come.

But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree."

"Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea--
Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me."
And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high.

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to give them the truth."

Magic mushrooms!

cocaine crack nuggets

the high you get when cocaine flys into your nostril

Angel dust.

My 2 cents.

Playing in a tennis match for my old school, I was playing singles I was 1 game away from loosing and 7 away from winning.... I ended up winning all 7 games to win overall... I got to be my schools tennis teams hero for a few mins :P.

The high from being with the one you love

" The high you get from extreme sports the adrenaline rush is incredible.

From Exercise

From Dancing.

Well best natural high i thoguht up is take pot leaves put them in a pan or something with a low level of water and let the water simmer for a while then let it evaperate threw a contolled area to a colder pan where it'll recondence, you'll get strait THC which u can shoot up... ive never tried this or met anyone insane enuff to do it, but hey theres a first for everything :)

Everest!

Hugs and kisses from someone who loves you.

eight hours sleep and a big breakfast, then a five mile walk. oh yah.

magic mushrooms and an ecstasy tablet is an eye opener. if anyone is doing this, mushrooms first then ecstasy 1 hour and half later. you dont wanna have ecstasy then shrooms o that would be hell.

tip, i usually smoke some weed while on shrooms helps with the initial nausea.

Running beyond your limit of speed....the endorphins don't suck, either.

And being kissed =]

Oh and also laughing so much you cry

I like xtc. None of the cut stuff, though. Mollies are probably the best roll you'll have.

Adrenaline from skydiving or any other dangerous sport. The kind of situation where you are at the limits of control or past them and you just keep on going.