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You know SWIY's been extracting DMT for too long when....

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...when you can fill a dishwasher with nothing but Pyrex beakers, casserole dishes, separatory funnels and giant glass jugs.
 
DoingKermit said:
...when you walk into a corner shop in a dream and pick up a solvent to look at the label...

I say this because three nights ago I had a dream where i was in this random corner shop and i was checking all these solvent labels to see if they were ok for extracting!
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When you DO walk into a corner shop, and pick up solvents to look at the labels, only to walk out empty-handed because they are no good.
 
When your roommate complains that her Pyrex dish is missing and you remember it's downstairs with DMT residue in it. So you go get it And wipe it sloppily with a tissue and give it back to her. She says she'll clean it but dumps her soon to be baked food in It and sticks in the the oven. Then later complains to another roommate that we're smoking DMT downstairs when we haven't in weeks.
 
Morbiddoctor said:
When your roommate complains that her Pyrex dish is missing and you remember it's downstairs with DMT residue in it. So you go get it And wipe it sloppily with a tissue and give it back to her. She says she'll clean it but dumps her soon to be baked food in It and sticks in the the oven. Then later complains to another roommate that we're smoking DMT downstairs when we haven't in weeks.
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bet you're glad it wasn't peganum harmala caserole surprize that night ;)
 
...a friend asks, "What's that?" while pointing the separating funnel in the corner of your room.:lol: You are able to explain how it is used and why, but to save your life, can't remember if the limo and vinegar mixture holds an extract of cacti, cebil, mimosa. It's been sitting there too long and could be any of the three. :oops:
...your friends call you Doc or "Doctor," and you haven't even graduated college, :) let alone been rewarded a doctorate.
...your friends ask you about dosage, effects, etc. about biology, brain chemistry, pharmacology, plants, recreational drugs, etc. knowing that you probably have a decent, reliable answer.
...your have over half-a-dozen glass baking trays all used for extractions
...you have to assure your friends that's there is only marijuana in the pipe/doobie we are sharing.
...you have a closet that smells of an odd combination of oranges and vinegar:)
 
These jokes are about SWIM; seriously..

When you think DMT would be a cure for everything and start devising a means by which to create a variation of it to be used in order to poison your city's water supply in order to start a political coalition against stupid people who haven't used DMT.

When all of your friends refer to you & your girlfriend as "Leader", and begin exampling how one can better kill their ego than the other one.

When you let all the DMT burn up on your Pyrex dish because you were too busy trying to get high.

When you keep pleading up to your best friends that you have to blast off one more time in order to unlock your latent powers. (For the third time)

When you have no conception of time, bills, previous spiritual quests or beliefs & promises, forgot about all previous drug addictions, and no longer care about the impressions of others, or the fact that your back yard has become a gigantic Tiki Resort. (Using left over Naphtha for the torch fuel)

When your relatives hardly know you in less than a months time because "You're so at peace", and you forget to have panic attacks, and PTSD, and manic fits, and depression to where people who try to fight with you bore you, everything bores you, except for the DMT Nexus & fellow DMT explorers.

When you don't have enough room in your kitchen to cook a square meal for over 3 months due to so much extraction related material being stored everywhere that you literally have to tip toe through an otherwise spotless kitchen, so you decide to make an addition to your garage, and add an upstairs loft as a bachelor pad so you can rent out your main house in order to afford to loose your job, and continue your DMT experiments as well as hide from your neighbors the impression that somethings up.

When you no longer have to cover up your psychosis because DMT helps you to side step it!
 
-when you go to the supermarket and buy everything that you're not going to eat but use the containers for the extraction
-when everything in the supermarket looks like containers that can be used for extractions
-when you are thinking of becoming a legit chemical supplier so that you can legally obtain chemicals with ease
-when you are thinkin maybe makin acid wont be so difficult
-when you start making elaborate plans to never get busted and keep extracting
-when you plan all your life according to your interest in spice
-when spice starts looking like powdered paint and mimosa like a health supplement
-when extraction seems comparable to cooking , just add ingredients and follow the process
-when someone shows up unexpectedly and your hyper-paranoid and they don't seem to understand why , only you're shitting balls since you're in the middle of an extraction ,
-when you keep washing your hands all day thousands of times
 
-when you weekly check the naphtha on amazon.com to see if turkey basters and lye are still on the frequently bought together list.. and if the 'customers who bought this item also bought' section still has lye, naphtha, scales, beakers, acetone, sep funnels, goggles, PH paper, mason jars vaporizers, books by pinchbeck, shulgin, mckenna, crowley, inner paths to outer space, the spirit molecule, san pedro, or if there's any new funky additions.. and then giggle like a moaron
 
-When your seriously considering going back to school for Organic Chemistry just so you can extract/synth more chemicals, and have a permit to purchase any solvent/compound you want legally.
-When your family asks "so whats new with you"... the first thing that comes to mind is your extractions. You want to tell them so bad but just can't. Then after a few seconds of thinking you respond "nothing really"...because nothing even compares to the extraction you just ran.
 
- When the 'mere thought' of dragging a sparkling clean blade through a pile of fresh, white powdery goodness...
leaves you with a shudder down your spine and a moist patch in your jeans...​
:surprised​
 
-When you've though of 20 different explanations for what you're doing with all of the solvents, lye, and acids you have laying around your house.
 
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