TxRx
Rising Star
I want to check the activity of a gooey first extraction without a full experience. You know, can I really have got the right stuff out of this bark? Who knows. I'm home alone, and not keen on blasting off for the first time with no one around.
I chop together a small amount of shake, hash oil and 50mg of slightly sticky ACRB extract and roll it into a tiny joint. Most of it should get destroyed when smoking, but I assume a little will vape and I'll get a bit of a sense of what its like. Efficiency be damned.
I shuffle through the snow to my garage. The air is crisp and the sun is smiling. A beam of sunlight reaching through the cracks in the garage doors I'm supposed to fix is warming a dusty chair in the middle of room. That's where I sit and spark my joint with no hesitation.
I draw a few tokes slowly through the smoldering cherry. The smoke is earthy and sweet; unexpectedly pleasant. Piles of junk around me come into shimmery tryptamine focus. I get a brief flush of giddiness one gets when 'its about to happen'.
Another couple tokes, this time a bit harder and deeper. I feel a bit as though the oil has come on instantly, but my vision stays completely clear. I sink into my chair and stare into the room. Nothing has technically changed, but I have the perception that everything is twisting and moving. Writhing. I feel like I'm moving forwards toward the centre of the room. I feel as though an underneath-meaning of every visual element is changing increasingly rapidly. Like a reality dial is spinning behind everything. Where I am becomes ambiguous. The room quivers out of existence. I am looking at some kind of throne with a mechanical lizard whose head is arched back looking upward while thousands of mechanical snakes swirl around it. My proprioception is definitely odd, and my perspective is all wobly and going bonkers. I experience a bit of Alice in Wonderland syndrome. I'm suddenly in an immense intergalactic place. And then, rather abruptly, it all fades back to my garage. At most, I would guess this was 20 seconds in duration.
I'm holding a smoldering joint that doesn't smoke very good a little taken aback, but not scared. It was as though I had been briefly transplanted into a captivating oev from a psilocyin peak.
That was very bizarre, and I'm excited to go further.
Thanks for the keys to the door nexus...
I chop together a small amount of shake, hash oil and 50mg of slightly sticky ACRB extract and roll it into a tiny joint. Most of it should get destroyed when smoking, but I assume a little will vape and I'll get a bit of a sense of what its like. Efficiency be damned.
I shuffle through the snow to my garage. The air is crisp and the sun is smiling. A beam of sunlight reaching through the cracks in the garage doors I'm supposed to fix is warming a dusty chair in the middle of room. That's where I sit and spark my joint with no hesitation.
I draw a few tokes slowly through the smoldering cherry. The smoke is earthy and sweet; unexpectedly pleasant. Piles of junk around me come into shimmery tryptamine focus. I get a brief flush of giddiness one gets when 'its about to happen'.
Another couple tokes, this time a bit harder and deeper. I feel a bit as though the oil has come on instantly, but my vision stays completely clear. I sink into my chair and stare into the room. Nothing has technically changed, but I have the perception that everything is twisting and moving. Writhing. I feel like I'm moving forwards toward the centre of the room. I feel as though an underneath-meaning of every visual element is changing increasingly rapidly. Like a reality dial is spinning behind everything. Where I am becomes ambiguous. The room quivers out of existence. I am looking at some kind of throne with a mechanical lizard whose head is arched back looking upward while thousands of mechanical snakes swirl around it. My proprioception is definitely odd, and my perspective is all wobly and going bonkers. I experience a bit of Alice in Wonderland syndrome. I'm suddenly in an immense intergalactic place. And then, rather abruptly, it all fades back to my garage. At most, I would guess this was 20 seconds in duration.
I'm holding a smoldering joint that doesn't smoke very good a little taken aback, but not scared. It was as though I had been briefly transplanted into a captivating oev from a psilocyin peak.
That was very bizarre, and I'm excited to go further.
Thanks for the keys to the door nexus...
