skunkjar
Rising Star
After weeks of sitting on a fold full of fluffy white spice, Skunk had been trying just sub-breakthrough doses. The other night, he found his little skunk balls and really blasted off, repeatedly.
He previously tried weighing out doses of around 20mg and got slight OEV's and a nice body buzz. First off he tried some daminia changa that he made, but it wasn't concentrated enough and was just short of a breakthrough.
Being the curious skunk he is, he decided to really do it. This time he "sandwiched" an unmeasured pile (~100mg?) with just a little daminia. He then smoked 2 big hits. He said he remembers it starting with a *sound*. Then came blue and yellow hexagonal fractals. After that his memory is VERY vague, he says it was more of a feeling of understanding and oneness with the universe rather than a “high”. Total ego loss, no concept of physical being. VERY HAPPY SKUNK!
OK, he thought. Lets see if that happens again. Almost as soon as he was able, he picked up the pipe and finished it. Repeat experience. This was amazing, but he was upset because he couldn't remember all the universal truths that he had just discovered.
After that second experience, he went and tried to describe the experience to his skunky wife, and had another beer. At this point he was on heinekin #5 in a 3-4 hour period, pretty buzzed but not "drunk". He decided that he would give it another go, but this time on some P. densiflora instead of daminia.
He took the last of his spice (~250mg) and sandwiched it in the Indian warrior. He only managed to get one hit in before he had to put the pipe down. He wanted to make sure it was safe because he was already forgetting what his hands were... This time was much different. MUCH different. The beautiful blue/yellow/gold fractals were not there, everything was dark blues, purples and reds. He felt that he had gone too deep "through" the blue/yellow "layer" of hyperspace, and this was what was beyond that. He wasn't quite sure what would become of him and was scared, but not really because he knew with all his being that nothing bad would become of him, knew that he would be returned to his family and life unharmed it was like was reassured somehow. He was.
He has been trying to chew on this for about a week now, and is starting to piece things together but it is taking a while. He really wishes he hadn't had a beer buzz because he is sure that is why he cant remember more.
I hope you enjoy these fictional skunk stories, I sure enjoy writing them for y'all!
He previously tried weighing out doses of around 20mg and got slight OEV's and a nice body buzz. First off he tried some daminia changa that he made, but it wasn't concentrated enough and was just short of a breakthrough.
Being the curious skunk he is, he decided to really do it. This time he "sandwiched" an unmeasured pile (~100mg?) with just a little daminia. He then smoked 2 big hits. He said he remembers it starting with a *sound*. Then came blue and yellow hexagonal fractals. After that his memory is VERY vague, he says it was more of a feeling of understanding and oneness with the universe rather than a “high”. Total ego loss, no concept of physical being. VERY HAPPY SKUNK!
OK, he thought. Lets see if that happens again. Almost as soon as he was able, he picked up the pipe and finished it. Repeat experience. This was amazing, but he was upset because he couldn't remember all the universal truths that he had just discovered.
After that second experience, he went and tried to describe the experience to his skunky wife, and had another beer. At this point he was on heinekin #5 in a 3-4 hour period, pretty buzzed but not "drunk". He decided that he would give it another go, but this time on some P. densiflora instead of daminia.
He took the last of his spice (~250mg) and sandwiched it in the Indian warrior. He only managed to get one hit in before he had to put the pipe down. He wanted to make sure it was safe because he was already forgetting what his hands were... This time was much different. MUCH different. The beautiful blue/yellow/gold fractals were not there, everything was dark blues, purples and reds. He felt that he had gone too deep "through" the blue/yellow "layer" of hyperspace, and this was what was beyond that. He wasn't quite sure what would become of him and was scared, but not really because he knew with all his being that nothing bad would become of him, knew that he would be returned to his family and life unharmed it was like was reassured somehow. He was.
He has been trying to chew on this for about a week now, and is starting to piece things together but it is taking a while. He really wishes he hadn't had a beer buzz because he is sure that is why he cant remember more.
I hope you enjoy these fictional skunk stories, I sure enjoy writing them for y'all!