Mr Blockhead
Rising Star
- Merits
- 42
I have seen what I perceive to be flashes of impossible beauty, more art than has been or will ever be created by mere men. I've used vapes and machines with freebase and bongs with changa, and yet my experience has not been as described by Terence Mckenna or by anyone else.
Whilst melted to my bed in sweet bliss, groping my thick hot skin, I have bonded with this drug that is different to the crazy interdimentional vehicle, DMT, as defined by most others. No breakthroughs leading through tunnels. No self dribbling jeweled basketballs. Just feelings of absolute content and happiness.
I would spend all of eternity in the sweet embrace of the spice and it's colours but what I really want is to break though to the other side. I've loaded with up to 50mg of spice at a time and worked my technique so that I don't cough and I get as much as I can take. When I get to a point where I can't inhale anymore, I take the mouthpiece out and hold it in as long as physically possible. I usually take 3 or more hits and have even taken upwards to 10 with changa. There's no crumbling geometry with eyes open, no ringing noise or pressure building. I just feel dislocated from my physical being, as if I'm pure consciousness floating above me and then am flooded with closed eyes-only visuals. Am I somehow resistant?
I use an Arc torch lighter and a quality machine and bong.
I wrote this in darkness with a beautiful orange glow silhouetting my head on the wall with 'The Doors - The End' playing so I feel godlike, like my words are extremely poetic. I apologize for any pretentiousness and for the length of this pointless post. I feel I had to share something though. Where better than this brilliant and communal forum?
Whilst melted to my bed in sweet bliss, groping my thick hot skin, I have bonded with this drug that is different to the crazy interdimentional vehicle, DMT, as defined by most others. No breakthroughs leading through tunnels. No self dribbling jeweled basketballs. Just feelings of absolute content and happiness.
I would spend all of eternity in the sweet embrace of the spice and it's colours but what I really want is to break though to the other side. I've loaded with up to 50mg of spice at a time and worked my technique so that I don't cough and I get as much as I can take. When I get to a point where I can't inhale anymore, I take the mouthpiece out and hold it in as long as physically possible. I usually take 3 or more hits and have even taken upwards to 10 with changa. There's no crumbling geometry with eyes open, no ringing noise or pressure building. I just feel dislocated from my physical being, as if I'm pure consciousness floating above me and then am flooded with closed eyes-only visuals. Am I somehow resistant?
I use an Arc torch lighter and a quality machine and bong.
I wrote this in darkness with a beautiful orange glow silhouetting my head on the wall with 'The Doors - The End' playing so I feel godlike, like my words are extremely poetic. I apologize for any pretentiousness and for the length of this pointless post. I feel I had to share something though. Where better than this brilliant and communal forum?
(embarrassed to say) tobacco (ab)use..
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