Rentedexistence
He who does what most do not.
Gandalf had just prepped his glass pipe with a clump of 40mg of dark tinted yellow crystals and after two massive inhales and exhales which sadly did not produce any sail boats or dragons he was hit with a massive rush of impending alteration. He closed his eyes and felt a massive onset of tingling, parethesia, pin's and needles, pokes and prods, whatever relates with you the best. It was certainly borderline painful as if he was being given multiple continual injections. Laying back in a dimly lit room with his eyes closed he decided to not recognize the nerving sensations. Of course they were still present just dulled into the back ground. It was as if a fantasy had transformed and was projected onto his eyelids and enjoyed this novel experience for what it was. After bottoming to baseline he noticed a very tired feeling in conjunction with difficulty breathing and irritated lungs. Nothing as macabre as the initial rush of pricks and prods. After discussing and informing himself of any other similar experiences with a similar crystal he came to the realization that it was an abnormal experience. Perhaps even a delusion, a placebo which possessed him unexpectedly.
So after many hours of rest Gandalf once again repeated the preparation and inhaled a massive mouthful. The exact same set of experiences bewailed him only more intense and with ominous trepidation for is health. He felt as if this was what it would feel like to pass the great beyond, become fertilizer for flower, or the pain on the precipice of death.
Most likely there is something wrong with the element of the crystals which brought such a lucid luminescence yet languished him into such peril.
Researching for some time, there are reports that lye can not be heated to such a degree to be vaporized yet if he was to describe smoking lye, this would be it. What in this cosmos could possibly cause such tremendous derangement to an otherwise natural and ubiquitous journey?
You will have Gandalf's thanks for any words of wisdom.
- It seems like this should actually be designated into a help section of the forum if a moderator wishes to do so.
So after many hours of rest Gandalf once again repeated the preparation and inhaled a massive mouthful. The exact same set of experiences bewailed him only more intense and with ominous trepidation for is health. He felt as if this was what it would feel like to pass the great beyond, become fertilizer for flower, or the pain on the precipice of death.
Most likely there is something wrong with the element of the crystals which brought such a lucid luminescence yet languished him into such peril.
Researching for some time, there are reports that lye can not be heated to such a degree to be vaporized yet if he was to describe smoking lye, this would be it. What in this cosmos could possibly cause such tremendous derangement to an otherwise natural and ubiquitous journey?
You will have Gandalf's thanks for any words of wisdom.
- It seems like this should actually be designated into a help section of the forum if a moderator wishes to do so.