Forgotten Spider
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This report was written by both participants collaboratively throughout the experience, and has not been altered in any way except notes being added after the experience and this foreword. We have tried to describe the experience in as much detail as we could at the time, so forgive the length. We hope you enjoy this report and that it may be of use to someone 
Today's date is the 17th of March (St. Patrick's Day) 2011. This report will follow into the 18th of March. We'll still be that fucked. Both participants are taking AMT for the second time, having dropped together the week previously. Both participants will be referred to henceforth as "A" and "B". A has not ingested anything solid since approx 3PM the day previously (16th). 8PM that day for B.
6:00pm - Dropped 1 AMT capsule each (apprx. 30mg)
6:40pm - A feeling tired. B feeling normal.
7:15pm - A feeling mildly euphporic and reports 'general anxiety', speed-y effects. B feeling mildly nauseous, speed-y effects.
7:16pm - A is about to take a bong of some very delicious marijuana. B is rolling a joint, as they cannot face a bong with current nausia.
7:18 - Clenching of jaw begins for A. it feels good, man. Everything does, actually. Things are funnier. B reports no similar effects just yet.
7:21pm - B lights joint. Feeling slightly less nauseous. Uplifted and refreshed though not in as positive a zone as A.
7:25pm - A has moment of clear headedness. Feels less affected. "Comes in waves", he babbles. B has mild hand spasms. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is on. It's quite amazing to both participants. Arthur and Ford were, in fact, rescued.
This is most excellent to hear.
7:30pm - B is feeling a spreading 'tingling' sensation through left arm. Had to correct many typos typing this line. No change yet for A. Still smoking weed.
7:35pm. B's nausia wanes and returns in, like A said earlier, 'waves'. Hmm. It's disappearing at the moment. Feels good. Floaty. Definitely positive at the moment. A also mentions the waves again. I think we've found our terrible analogy. B finishes joint after it makes several rounds back and forth.
7:37pm - Premature for another update, but A demands I note his 'complete relaxation'.
7:42pm - Strange obsessions with random objects. Both A and B note that B's lighter feels "strange" and "furry". Noise sounds like it comes from all directions - locating a ringing phone is a fun challenge, though probably not enjoyable
enough to recommend. Leave this one to the experts, kids.
7:48pm - 24 hour clock is a horrible system to comprehend right now. A has heart pain, but it disappears as quick as it arrived. B has, in the process of typing, completely forgotten what he intended to type. Mind is blank right now. Focus
becomes hard. Just some great vibes. Pure hedonism. A states similar - "I feel different, but I don't know how [in what way] I feel different". B has to concur. It's a weird feeling, being unsure what you feel.
7:51pm - Remembered what I was going to say. We're both talking at an incredibly fast rate. It feels like a mild dose of speed after smoking a half ounce of weed. A concurs with this description.
[Note: B wishes to say at this point that he wasn't expecting the effects to be as pronounced as their first drop the week
before. Placebo effect doesn't seem to have much, if anything, to do with it. A states that im typing incredibly quickly. And I am. I dont know why or how. Although this probably shouldn't have gone in the notes section. Meh. If there's one
thing you learn from this report, let it be this: If you're on AMT and cannabis, sense, order, and scientific methods go out of the window entirely. Know that, and ye shall be armed with the facts and guided by the truth. Ride on to Camalot, my friends.]
7:59pm - A is rolling a joint. B again forgets the sensations he was feeling a moment prior. Things change and evolve at a rapid rate. Sensations can start and end quicker than can be typed, and with a void mind, things. Erm. I've forgotten
again, entirely. "Altered perception of things" says A. He's eating a plastic anti-smoking tangle at the moment.
8:01pm - B suddenly kicks into life. Compared to this current feeling, it feels like he was practically comatose before. Beutiful. Still typing fast. I notice it doesn't work too well alternating between the pseudonyms 'A' and 'B' in proper scientific manner, and referring to myself in the first person. Oh well. I doubt anyone of REAL scientific merit is reading this, and if they are, I wish, no, I DEMAND, to know why. "The wave is receding" says A. B concurs. It'll be back soon.
8:05pm - Joint still hasn't been rolled. Resuming now. Distractions are everywhere. The door opens. Human interaction seems almost impossible for B, A seems able to cope. The wave is coming in again. Wash me away.
8:11pm - A sparks joint. Been about two hours since AMT drop? A little bit more, I think. This is when it really started to effect us last week. I'm expecting another great evening. B recieves a text, and is unable to operate his phone sufficiently for a moment. Background euphoria with altered perceptions are experienced.
8:21pm: b reports weakness and difficultly leaning forward. wouldn't want to try standing right now. Slowing down. Slowing down a lot. Rapid change. A 'feels nice'. "Back end of the wave of euphoria", he calls it. A feeling of good.
8:28pm: Incomprehensible fear at the thought of running out of liquid. Panic seeps into the room. We need a "a high-proof room", which are free of things that are bad, cannot break, and in which nothing could possibly go wrong. It would be filled with an "abundance of positive things". So says A. He's clearly in a happy place, all things considered.
8:34pm: on the perilous task of standing up and getting more drinks from the kitchen. building myself up to what i suspect will be an ill fated effort. doubtless, A will update you if it goes as horribly wrong as i anticipate. A here. B has coordination failure upon beginning "legs feel completely hollow" "bags of skin" he rambles. B has forotten how to turn around. He reports having no spin. B wants it noted that "this is wonderous" (after finding a solution to turn around in rolling). B has just discovered pain levels remain the same as while sober, as he just hit himself in the balls.
8:41pm: A has a brief return to consiousness, the receding edge of a wave. A is clenching again. B takes over the keyboard again. A says he is riding on a wave. B's wave crashed and burned about 5 minutes ago. Have no energy or desire to move.
Not now, not ever. I knew the kitchen excursion would be a disaster. Found pie though. Every cloud.
8:52- sUDDEN URGE TO HIT FACE WITH KEYBOARD. nOT PLEASANT. mOTORBIKE ROARS P[AST OUTSIDE. sweet jesus, i thought that was
part of the music. STILL WATCHING hitchhikers. just realised ive typed in loud nonsensical capitals. lapse of attention.
total lapse of mind. laid back now, a bit numb, a "floating feel of nice" as A describes it.
8:57 - A feeling surprisingly sober. B isn't. B is more or less dead to the world, capable of nothing more tasking than
introversion and an engaging empathy with the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Need another joint, I think. On a tired downturn now.x
9:17 - Just realised how long we've neglected the report for. Previously we were updating every few minutes. Not that you need reminding. A still feels 'good' and uses the same phraser 'a background euphoria'. B is still drained. Rolled a joint.
Delicious weed. This is our third now, I think. We've smoked a solid ten bag. We bought an eigth earlier, shouldn't run out yet.
9:20 Weed tastes amazing. Its effects seem more pronounced than smoking it solo. Maybe it's just the general ambience of the AMT, but I'd rather smoke an eighth of weed on AMT than an ounce of weed alone. Listening to Afroman and Cypress Hill.
Maybe our attention span can, momentarily, escape the vicious chains of on-demand television. There is hope yet.
9:29 - distorted depth perception. things appear much closer than they are - reaching objects in close range often results in eventual defeat. what is within a hands span of us now, is all we have provisions wise. forget the bong on the table, or the delicious looking pie. they're miles away. we're on our own now, a looks to be falling half-asleep. B is pretty crashed out too, but still able to type with some degree of accuracy. This won't be the end though. From past experience, the
greatest euphoria awaits us after this tired period of stagnancy. A isn't asleep - he's tripping a bit. He could see the divide between this world and the complete unknown. He's having visions and imagines himself on some kind of journey, a sort of spiritual experience. mad fool, i say. i'll show you real tripping.
9:33 - A describes his experience as "waking REM sleep". I wish I had that. Playlist nearly finished. Joint nearly finished. I suspect my next update will include "resumed hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy". We're both smoking copiously at the moment. Tobacco seems to be an enhancer of sorts. Anything is an enhancer right now. "My speed-y euphoria" is returning proclaims A. Heavy bass is good right now. So good. It's like an audio orgasm. With lasers.
9:46pm: B is consuming applie pie. He wants it noted how amazing it tastes. "Everything is great on aMT". A begins to clench again, this seems to be consistant with the speedy euphoric effects. B proclaims that "This pie is everything". It seems that food tastes wonderous, although A is content with the lack of food in his system.
9:53 Both smoking again. Perception still seems altered. Not in any particular way, but in general. It's more as if the thought processes are being altered than the vision though. Depth [ercetion comes and goes. Positive ambience though, both A and B agree. Euphoria, A calls it. That word will suffice for me. He keeps muttering about clenching. I really don't know what he means, and I'm not sure I want to find out.
9:57pm; B is tripping major balls. He can see the universe, "everyhing is flowing". "It's embossed. "A beheaded fox. Pink chequers
oh no oh god no there's a black hole sucking all the lines i just saw it, i don't want to see it. that is the most terrifying thing i've ever seen. B takes over typing to recount the experience. It began as a sort of wave flowing through the pattern of the ceiling, which is whitewashed but presents some interesting colours from the objects in the room. it evolved quickly into a disco light effect, and then as all other trippy manifestations of goodness. All turned sour though when it seemed to become a black hole, sucking all of the pattern off the ceiling. Genuinely turned away in horror. Its gone now, but fuck, that was weird. This drug is amazing. Similar effects from last week, but in different ways. Hallucinogenic experiences on AMT haven't been this pronounced before though. I'm not sure what A's experiences have been.
We're rapidly evolving in all different directions and back again, branching off infinitely but essentially going nowhere - and it's most excellent. Music is bliss. I was wrong - Hitchhikers is yet to return. Although doubtless it will. It's about 10pm now. Whole night ahead. Oh God, I hope the weed lasts. If the report stops here, it's because we've turned on each other like savages. "Red flowers and grass" says A - our minds are obviously on COMPLETELTY different levels, and yet we don't even care.
10:08 - "Are you dead?", I ask A. "No, but I'm not alive." he responds. It feels like ascension for him, he claims - I can understand this, I felt very similar the last time I dropped AMT. Everything is just good. There's no words to adequately describe it - the best we can do is try to convey how great it is, but even that is a task. It's bliss. We don't care what song plays next, we don't care how much we smoke, we don't care how utterly collapsed we are. We've surrended to bliss.
10:14 - B can't feel his/my feet. They're completely numb, but it's not a negative experience. For want of a better way of phrasing it, it's just... happening. It's one of many things that just are. I'm completely cool with it.
10:17pm - A has collapsed momentarily on the sofa. He's started to sit up again as I type. He has no interest in anything other than 'existing'. He states no effects other than a strong, solitary sense of euphoria right now. B is feeling a bit more tired, but still contented. There isn't much pupil dilation, we've discovered by sheer chance.
10:40pm - "After feeling like Jesus, it's a nice, pleasant descent." says A. B has just rolled a spliff. Been a while since we updated this. Euphoria is constant. We just feel constantly happy. Music is bliss. We aren't doing much, or even moving in truth. B feels like his mind and body are far less connected than they should be. No more hallucinatory experiences to speak of yet though. In spite of my sheer terror earlier, I'm curious as to see in what other ways this drug can implode my mind.
10:52pm - Complete relaxation. Rapid waves of fidgetting keep getting to B, transitionning quickly between a state of physical collapse and periods of alertness and activity. Little else new to report really. We've reached the plateau now. We're sitting atop the best feeling in the world, and words can't really describe it. We are void of energy, thought, and probably even life. But the view is fucking great.
11:00pm - About 5 hours since drop? Feeling good. A can't move. I could literally set his shirt on fire and he wouldn't look at it twice. I'm feeling energised again. Going to find something to watch. Hitchhikers guide can wait. Im sure well get back to it.
11:13pm - Very chill now. "Sighing feels nice". Another gem. About to watch some heavy Waterloo Road, because thats how we roll. Everything seems funnier and more pleasant. Great night all in all, but this may be our last report in an hour or so. Things to watch are good. So is fire. Fire is our friend. He keeps clenching. "I wish I'd bought some magnesium earlier on" he states, justifying it as being an actual fact and not just babble. I have no idea what he's on about.
11:18pm - A is comfy and happy. See you in an hour. Oh, and he might be getting hungry. He doesn't want the pie though. He prefers the weird taste of his iPod. He keeps offering it to me, and tasting other electrical appliances. I have a strange feeling he could be dead by morning. What a surreal place. Fear and Loathing on Saint Patricks Day. Weird verbal coincidences amidst the jittering foolspeak of our present lives. Tally ho gents. I'll stop getting distracted now. Joint & Waterloo road. Yes.
12:55am - Laptop overheated. We're back now. There's a spider in the corner of the ceiling. We think it's high. Isn't doing anything at all, but it remains a source of mild interest for reasons unknown. smoking another spliff. we only have a few more to last us until we crash - which could be six hours plus from here. Or it could be in an hour's time. It's hard to tell.
3:38am - Sorry, science. We were out of it. Condolences to reality and the spider that never was. Conscious all the while, but we were, essentially, catatonic. We've lived on pie, pepsi and marijuana for hours and the report became a forgotten side-project. I hate to say back on the ball now, I (erm, 'B'), experienced massive, overwhelming dizziness on first attempt to stand up (first such excursion in well over an hour). Both well on the downturn now, the AMT experience is winding down. It's approaching 10 hours since we first dropped. Still feeling essentially positive. Not quite as ecstatic as an hour or two previously, but it's not too painful coming out of. A few nasty effects there and then (sudden standing isn't advised), but if you don't try, you can't fail, and if you don't fail, you feel good.
Apathy > Happiness.
4:26 B reports the world suddlenly geting darker. "All the colour jsut dropped out of the room". Dizziness and trippy shit. A is feeling good at this point, definately on the comedown, but it's not bad particularly. Mild headache noted in A. B is rolling a joint, hopfully this will quell the headache. Well, i say he is rolling a joint, at the moment he is playing with a green card from inside a pack a skins. He proclaims how great they are.
[Note: At this point, both A and B are in such a exhausted state that the report becomes neglected and all but forgotten.
Approximately 5:30am, after the final joint is smoked, both participants retire to sleep. There is no other option after approximately 12 hours of AMT fun. "It was good, it was mad laughs. And I've got a bit of an after-glow today, which is nice" recollects A, "it's a crazy drug". B's experience was, at times, a bit less glowing - but reports no after effects, and feels positive about the night as a whole. The crashing period, which seems to be around 12 hours after dropping, comes with some mild headaches and rapid tiring, but it's worth it for the hours before. Both participants would recommend the experience.]
Today's date is the 17th of March (St. Patrick's Day) 2011. This report will follow into the 18th of March. We'll still be that fucked. Both participants are taking AMT for the second time, having dropped together the week previously. Both participants will be referred to henceforth as "A" and "B". A has not ingested anything solid since approx 3PM the day previously (16th). 8PM that day for B.
6:00pm - Dropped 1 AMT capsule each (apprx. 30mg)
6:40pm - A feeling tired. B feeling normal.
7:15pm - A feeling mildly euphporic and reports 'general anxiety', speed-y effects. B feeling mildly nauseous, speed-y effects.
7:16pm - A is about to take a bong of some very delicious marijuana. B is rolling a joint, as they cannot face a bong with current nausia.
7:18 - Clenching of jaw begins for A. it feels good, man. Everything does, actually. Things are funnier. B reports no similar effects just yet.
7:21pm - B lights joint. Feeling slightly less nauseous. Uplifted and refreshed though not in as positive a zone as A.
7:25pm - A has moment of clear headedness. Feels less affected. "Comes in waves", he babbles. B has mild hand spasms. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is on. It's quite amazing to both participants. Arthur and Ford were, in fact, rescued.
This is most excellent to hear.
7:30pm - B is feeling a spreading 'tingling' sensation through left arm. Had to correct many typos typing this line. No change yet for A. Still smoking weed.
7:35pm. B's nausia wanes and returns in, like A said earlier, 'waves'. Hmm. It's disappearing at the moment. Feels good. Floaty. Definitely positive at the moment. A also mentions the waves again. I think we've found our terrible analogy. B finishes joint after it makes several rounds back and forth.
7:37pm - Premature for another update, but A demands I note his 'complete relaxation'.
7:42pm - Strange obsessions with random objects. Both A and B note that B's lighter feels "strange" and "furry". Noise sounds like it comes from all directions - locating a ringing phone is a fun challenge, though probably not enjoyable
enough to recommend. Leave this one to the experts, kids.
7:48pm - 24 hour clock is a horrible system to comprehend right now. A has heart pain, but it disappears as quick as it arrived. B has, in the process of typing, completely forgotten what he intended to type. Mind is blank right now. Focus
becomes hard. Just some great vibes. Pure hedonism. A states similar - "I feel different, but I don't know how [in what way] I feel different". B has to concur. It's a weird feeling, being unsure what you feel.
7:51pm - Remembered what I was going to say. We're both talking at an incredibly fast rate. It feels like a mild dose of speed after smoking a half ounce of weed. A concurs with this description.
[Note: B wishes to say at this point that he wasn't expecting the effects to be as pronounced as their first drop the week
before. Placebo effect doesn't seem to have much, if anything, to do with it. A states that im typing incredibly quickly. And I am. I dont know why or how. Although this probably shouldn't have gone in the notes section. Meh. If there's one
thing you learn from this report, let it be this: If you're on AMT and cannabis, sense, order, and scientific methods go out of the window entirely. Know that, and ye shall be armed with the facts and guided by the truth. Ride on to Camalot, my friends.]
7:59pm - A is rolling a joint. B again forgets the sensations he was feeling a moment prior. Things change and evolve at a rapid rate. Sensations can start and end quicker than can be typed, and with a void mind, things. Erm. I've forgotten
again, entirely. "Altered perception of things" says A. He's eating a plastic anti-smoking tangle at the moment.
8:01pm - B suddenly kicks into life. Compared to this current feeling, it feels like he was practically comatose before. Beutiful. Still typing fast. I notice it doesn't work too well alternating between the pseudonyms 'A' and 'B' in proper scientific manner, and referring to myself in the first person. Oh well. I doubt anyone of REAL scientific merit is reading this, and if they are, I wish, no, I DEMAND, to know why. "The wave is receding" says A. B concurs. It'll be back soon.
8:05pm - Joint still hasn't been rolled. Resuming now. Distractions are everywhere. The door opens. Human interaction seems almost impossible for B, A seems able to cope. The wave is coming in again. Wash me away.
8:11pm - A sparks joint. Been about two hours since AMT drop? A little bit more, I think. This is when it really started to effect us last week. I'm expecting another great evening. B recieves a text, and is unable to operate his phone sufficiently for a moment. Background euphoria with altered perceptions are experienced.
8:21pm: b reports weakness and difficultly leaning forward. wouldn't want to try standing right now. Slowing down. Slowing down a lot. Rapid change. A 'feels nice'. "Back end of the wave of euphoria", he calls it. A feeling of good.
8:28pm: Incomprehensible fear at the thought of running out of liquid. Panic seeps into the room. We need a "a high-proof room", which are free of things that are bad, cannot break, and in which nothing could possibly go wrong. It would be filled with an "abundance of positive things". So says A. He's clearly in a happy place, all things considered.
8:34pm: on the perilous task of standing up and getting more drinks from the kitchen. building myself up to what i suspect will be an ill fated effort. doubtless, A will update you if it goes as horribly wrong as i anticipate. A here. B has coordination failure upon beginning "legs feel completely hollow" "bags of skin" he rambles. B has forotten how to turn around. He reports having no spin. B wants it noted that "this is wonderous" (after finding a solution to turn around in rolling). B has just discovered pain levels remain the same as while sober, as he just hit himself in the balls.
8:41pm: A has a brief return to consiousness, the receding edge of a wave. A is clenching again. B takes over the keyboard again. A says he is riding on a wave. B's wave crashed and burned about 5 minutes ago. Have no energy or desire to move.
Not now, not ever. I knew the kitchen excursion would be a disaster. Found pie though. Every cloud.
8:52- sUDDEN URGE TO HIT FACE WITH KEYBOARD. nOT PLEASANT. mOTORBIKE ROARS P[AST OUTSIDE. sweet jesus, i thought that was
part of the music. STILL WATCHING hitchhikers. just realised ive typed in loud nonsensical capitals. lapse of attention.
total lapse of mind. laid back now, a bit numb, a "floating feel of nice" as A describes it.
8:57 - A feeling surprisingly sober. B isn't. B is more or less dead to the world, capable of nothing more tasking than
introversion and an engaging empathy with the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Need another joint, I think. On a tired downturn now.x
9:17 - Just realised how long we've neglected the report for. Previously we were updating every few minutes. Not that you need reminding. A still feels 'good' and uses the same phraser 'a background euphoria'. B is still drained. Rolled a joint.
Delicious weed. This is our third now, I think. We've smoked a solid ten bag. We bought an eigth earlier, shouldn't run out yet.
9:20 Weed tastes amazing. Its effects seem more pronounced than smoking it solo. Maybe it's just the general ambience of the AMT, but I'd rather smoke an eighth of weed on AMT than an ounce of weed alone. Listening to Afroman and Cypress Hill.
Maybe our attention span can, momentarily, escape the vicious chains of on-demand television. There is hope yet.
9:29 - distorted depth perception. things appear much closer than they are - reaching objects in close range often results in eventual defeat. what is within a hands span of us now, is all we have provisions wise. forget the bong on the table, or the delicious looking pie. they're miles away. we're on our own now, a looks to be falling half-asleep. B is pretty crashed out too, but still able to type with some degree of accuracy. This won't be the end though. From past experience, the
greatest euphoria awaits us after this tired period of stagnancy. A isn't asleep - he's tripping a bit. He could see the divide between this world and the complete unknown. He's having visions and imagines himself on some kind of journey, a sort of spiritual experience. mad fool, i say. i'll show you real tripping.
9:33 - A describes his experience as "waking REM sleep". I wish I had that. Playlist nearly finished. Joint nearly finished. I suspect my next update will include "resumed hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy". We're both smoking copiously at the moment. Tobacco seems to be an enhancer of sorts. Anything is an enhancer right now. "My speed-y euphoria" is returning proclaims A. Heavy bass is good right now. So good. It's like an audio orgasm. With lasers.
9:46pm: B is consuming applie pie. He wants it noted how amazing it tastes. "Everything is great on aMT". A begins to clench again, this seems to be consistant with the speedy euphoric effects. B proclaims that "This pie is everything". It seems that food tastes wonderous, although A is content with the lack of food in his system.
9:53 Both smoking again. Perception still seems altered. Not in any particular way, but in general. It's more as if the thought processes are being altered than the vision though. Depth [ercetion comes and goes. Positive ambience though, both A and B agree. Euphoria, A calls it. That word will suffice for me. He keeps muttering about clenching. I really don't know what he means, and I'm not sure I want to find out.
9:57pm; B is tripping major balls. He can see the universe, "everyhing is flowing". "It's embossed. "A beheaded fox. Pink chequers
oh no oh god no there's a black hole sucking all the lines i just saw it, i don't want to see it. that is the most terrifying thing i've ever seen. B takes over typing to recount the experience. It began as a sort of wave flowing through the pattern of the ceiling, which is whitewashed but presents some interesting colours from the objects in the room. it evolved quickly into a disco light effect, and then as all other trippy manifestations of goodness. All turned sour though when it seemed to become a black hole, sucking all of the pattern off the ceiling. Genuinely turned away in horror. Its gone now, but fuck, that was weird. This drug is amazing. Similar effects from last week, but in different ways. Hallucinogenic experiences on AMT haven't been this pronounced before though. I'm not sure what A's experiences have been.
We're rapidly evolving in all different directions and back again, branching off infinitely but essentially going nowhere - and it's most excellent. Music is bliss. I was wrong - Hitchhikers is yet to return. Although doubtless it will. It's about 10pm now. Whole night ahead. Oh God, I hope the weed lasts. If the report stops here, it's because we've turned on each other like savages. "Red flowers and grass" says A - our minds are obviously on COMPLETELTY different levels, and yet we don't even care.
10:08 - "Are you dead?", I ask A. "No, but I'm not alive." he responds. It feels like ascension for him, he claims - I can understand this, I felt very similar the last time I dropped AMT. Everything is just good. There's no words to adequately describe it - the best we can do is try to convey how great it is, but even that is a task. It's bliss. We don't care what song plays next, we don't care how much we smoke, we don't care how utterly collapsed we are. We've surrended to bliss.
10:14 - B can't feel his/my feet. They're completely numb, but it's not a negative experience. For want of a better way of phrasing it, it's just... happening. It's one of many things that just are. I'm completely cool with it.
10:17pm - A has collapsed momentarily on the sofa. He's started to sit up again as I type. He has no interest in anything other than 'existing'. He states no effects other than a strong, solitary sense of euphoria right now. B is feeling a bit more tired, but still contented. There isn't much pupil dilation, we've discovered by sheer chance.
10:40pm - "After feeling like Jesus, it's a nice, pleasant descent." says A. B has just rolled a spliff. Been a while since we updated this. Euphoria is constant. We just feel constantly happy. Music is bliss. We aren't doing much, or even moving in truth. B feels like his mind and body are far less connected than they should be. No more hallucinatory experiences to speak of yet though. In spite of my sheer terror earlier, I'm curious as to see in what other ways this drug can implode my mind.
10:52pm - Complete relaxation. Rapid waves of fidgetting keep getting to B, transitionning quickly between a state of physical collapse and periods of alertness and activity. Little else new to report really. We've reached the plateau now. We're sitting atop the best feeling in the world, and words can't really describe it. We are void of energy, thought, and probably even life. But the view is fucking great.
11:00pm - About 5 hours since drop? Feeling good. A can't move. I could literally set his shirt on fire and he wouldn't look at it twice. I'm feeling energised again. Going to find something to watch. Hitchhikers guide can wait. Im sure well get back to it.
11:13pm - Very chill now. "Sighing feels nice". Another gem. About to watch some heavy Waterloo Road, because thats how we roll. Everything seems funnier and more pleasant. Great night all in all, but this may be our last report in an hour or so. Things to watch are good. So is fire. Fire is our friend. He keeps clenching. "I wish I'd bought some magnesium earlier on" he states, justifying it as being an actual fact and not just babble. I have no idea what he's on about.
11:18pm - A is comfy and happy. See you in an hour. Oh, and he might be getting hungry. He doesn't want the pie though. He prefers the weird taste of his iPod. He keeps offering it to me, and tasting other electrical appliances. I have a strange feeling he could be dead by morning. What a surreal place. Fear and Loathing on Saint Patricks Day. Weird verbal coincidences amidst the jittering foolspeak of our present lives. Tally ho gents. I'll stop getting distracted now. Joint & Waterloo road. Yes.
12:55am - Laptop overheated. We're back now. There's a spider in the corner of the ceiling. We think it's high. Isn't doing anything at all, but it remains a source of mild interest for reasons unknown. smoking another spliff. we only have a few more to last us until we crash - which could be six hours plus from here. Or it could be in an hour's time. It's hard to tell.
3:38am - Sorry, science. We were out of it. Condolences to reality and the spider that never was. Conscious all the while, but we were, essentially, catatonic. We've lived on pie, pepsi and marijuana for hours and the report became a forgotten side-project. I hate to say back on the ball now, I (erm, 'B'), experienced massive, overwhelming dizziness on first attempt to stand up (first such excursion in well over an hour). Both well on the downturn now, the AMT experience is winding down. It's approaching 10 hours since we first dropped. Still feeling essentially positive. Not quite as ecstatic as an hour or two previously, but it's not too painful coming out of. A few nasty effects there and then (sudden standing isn't advised), but if you don't try, you can't fail, and if you don't fail, you feel good.
Apathy > Happiness.
4:26 B reports the world suddlenly geting darker. "All the colour jsut dropped out of the room". Dizziness and trippy shit. A is feeling good at this point, definately on the comedown, but it's not bad particularly. Mild headache noted in A. B is rolling a joint, hopfully this will quell the headache. Well, i say he is rolling a joint, at the moment he is playing with a green card from inside a pack a skins. He proclaims how great they are.
[Note: At this point, both A and B are in such a exhausted state that the report becomes neglected and all but forgotten.
Approximately 5:30am, after the final joint is smoked, both participants retire to sleep. There is no other option after approximately 12 hours of AMT fun. "It was good, it was mad laughs. And I've got a bit of an after-glow today, which is nice" recollects A, "it's a crazy drug". B's experience was, at times, a bit less glowing - but reports no after effects, and feels positive about the night as a whole. The crashing period, which seems to be around 12 hours after dropping, comes with some mild headaches and rapid tiring, but it's worth it for the hours before. Both participants would recommend the experience.]
), cheers man glad you like! Was enjoyable to write too