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chased by a lifesize mars bar

BlindHelperMonkey said:
well, one morning, on my own.. after a particularly intense night of drug use. while sitting running lines, i heard my two friends having a totally normal sounding conversation in there with me, i raised my head to reply... only then realising i was on my own. it kept happening, each time falling for it. all the way home i was reacting to hearing voices. remember thinking 'so this is what its like to be schizophrenic'
truly thought id fried my brain. i felt sober, which is what scared me



share some vivid/bizarre/scary hallucinations

Sooo MDA
 
I approve of this thread, without it we wouldn't be hearing of Shambles' crazy PV adventures.

I await part 2 ;)
 
BHM is trying to be a helpful monkey and I for one appreciate his original mind (usual caveat, when he's not being a dick). I don't see anything wrong with this thread.

lol... Oh, no, not you SHM. You're doing a MailMonkey... and responding to his derogate posts by being soft and nice.

Is this really the same guy that dished out years of jeer and derision towards Harry? Since when did you start loving your enemies, SHM? You're becoming more Christian than I am.
 
lol... Oh, no, not you SHM. You're doing a MailMonkey... and responding to his derogate posts by being soft and nice.

Is this really the same guy that dished out years of jeer and derision towards Harry? Since when did you start loving your enemies, SHM? You're becoming more Christian than I am.

Fuck off God-botherer. ;)

Credit where credits due. Blind partisanship is for sheep or people whose minds cannot be bent. And it's good to bend the mind occasionally. BHM has revealed a different side to his personality than the predictable reactionary he previously painted himself as. Nothing is back and white and it's good that BHM has shown he isn't either. Of course we will violently disagree on things, but one of the first lessons the Internet taught me was that because of the psychology of having conversations that aren't face to face, the same prejudices need not apply. Indeed they don't. It makes you face (haha) people in a different way. IRL, after that sort of initial contact me and he had, we would probably never have crossed paths again. Here we have to. And there are benefits to be had. Because everyone has something to say. Even cunts like me and BHM.

Ramble ramble. Drug hallucinations. PV and aural is King.

Received 2g through the post, arrived opened with the postie virtually handing me a plastic bag. It was all very visible. And a day late.

Paranoia. What do you do? Throw them away and clean your house obviously.

Naah. Take them as quick as you can. Nights and nights of hearing police sirens come increasingly closer, increasingly louder, towards the house. Live in the middle of nowhere, they were coming and coming for me at 3am. I heard them. As clear as I've ever heard anything in my life. Louder and louder until they stop outside the door.

They never came in. I'll never know why.
 
raas_2012 said:
Oh, no, not you SHM. You're doing a MailMonkey... and responding to his derogate posts by being soft and nice.

Is this really the same guy that dished out years of jeer and derision towards Harry? Since when did you start loving your enemies, SHM? You're becoming more Christian than I am.


lol who is this little prick? i vaguely recall him alternating between kissing my and crackheads arse a few weeks back... obviously i ignored him as i do most vacuous sycophants, presumably crackhead did also - though granted, he may just have been called down for his din din's by mommy-crackhead


raas youre a poor agent provocateur, now sit quietly and learn from the master or do as your messiah would wish, enter the light - and become one of the nice crowd. youre doing a piss poor job of both at the minute, aptly for the thread - its schizophrenic


oh and i wouldnt pick a fight with shm just yet, he's so easily capable of reducing you to even more of a laughing stock its almost unfair
 
So that chassed by giant marsbar rummor didn't start on my estate!?!?
 
took some pills one night years ago thinking they were mdma, but they weren't still not sure what they were. anyways when i got home and went to bed after i closed my eyes i thought i was with people i had been with earlier in the night, i was talking to them and could see them clear as day, until i opened my eyes and realised i was still in the room. weird shit. it was at a time i foolishly didn't test pills before consuming

This exact same thing has happened to me before but on actual mdma, looking back on it the day after I realised the people I was having a very normal conversation with didn't actually have faces but I knew exactly who they were. It was the weirdest thing opening my eyes and realised I am somewhere completely different, and ofc when I opened my eyes my room was eerily silent.

EDIT: saying that with the drug test I used the first time I bought off the guy, mdma and mda come out the same colour. PLUS on a different night, using the same dealer, a mate saw masks over everybody's faces except mine which semi-freaked him out a bit. Usually take 0.5g of crystally mdma (we get the stuff in chunks of mdma the size of cherries, which I think comes from the fact when mdma is being smuggled it's pressed into blocks?)

Then again I'm still on my training wheels when it comes to drugs so fuck knows if it was cut with mda.
 
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Part II

So had been listening to my own personalised broadcast round the clock for days. By this point I was mostly just sat staring into space, rocking back and forth a bit and puffing on peev pipes and tooters more or less constantly. Was mostly communicating with the Ghosts out loud by this stage instead of the earlier stage of typing into any available text box. Tone was pretty dark and mocking by this point. The gist of it was that the show was gonna be staging an intervention. Amusing detail of it being that this was going to happen on live television and hosted by Jeremy Kyle. I have no idea why other than my subconscious probably couldn't conceive of anything or anybody worse.

Panic levels got pretty high. Was pacing back and forth frantically utterly convinced that my doorbell was about to ring and I'd be presented with Jezza and camera crew. I knew this cos it was on the radio and the radio wouldn't lie to me. It would berate and chastise me for days on end though. For my own good see. I ended up absolutely terrified convinced that I was not only gonna have to answer for and justify every sordid lil action of my life but to do so whilst utterly deranged and stinking of spunk (peev comes out your pores and smells like jizz). Was not a happy bunny at all. Just kinda "hid" in a corner where I didn't think the various viewing masses couldn't see me kinda babbling to myself.

After about an hour of this the radio presenter was getting pissed off. Apparently I was now not being entertainingly schizo but scarily schizo that was less fun to be poking with metaphorical sticks (which was something I'd been accusing "them" of doing). Something seemed to have come properly unhinged with the acute stress of this fukked up state I'd gotten into and it all got very dark and very far from entertaining for the next few days until the peev was gone. I honestly thought I'd not only come unhinged but had broken the hinge irreperably. Thankfully not - was fine once I eventually got some sleep - but was the one time on peev that it stopped being any kinda fun. Not had a major binge since.
 
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I once spent a jolly half hour or so one very snowy and icy new year's eve on a traffic island in the middle of a main road, on my bicycle, having a conversation with the lampost.

When I finally realised what I was doing, I somehow made my way home where my girlfriend was confronted with me taking my trousers off, putting them on my head and ripping bits off wallpaper off the wall in order to "give this girl my number".

Could have had something to do with the methadone, clonazepam and very good MDMA ;)
 
Credit where credits due. Blind partisanship is for sheep or people whose minds cannot be bent. And it's good to bend the mind occasionally. BHM has revealed a different side to his personality than the predictable reactionary he previously painted himself as. Nothing is back and white and it's good that BHM has shown he isn't either. Of course we will violently disagree on things, but one of the first lessons the Internet taught me was that because of the psychology of having conversations that aren't face to face, the same prejudices need not apply. Indeed they don't. It makes you face (haha) people in a different way. IRL, after that sort of initial contact me and he had, we would probably never have crossed paths again. Here we have to. And there are benefits to be had. Because everyone has something to say. Even cunts like me and BHM.

Nice post. But... I still think you're cowering from the devil.

There is some merit in what you say, however. His personality certainly is not black and white. Yes, BHM can be original, insightful and make relevant posts. On the flipside, he also comes out with, completely unnecessary over the top, vile insults towards the most respected members of this forum.

I guess the only way to describe him must be... mentally ill.

Suppose it's to be expected on a drugs forum really? Probably a few of them here. Been chased by a few too many giant mars bars in his youth, I expect?

BHM said:
lol who is this little prick? i vaguely recall him alternating between kissing my and crackheads arse a few weeks back... obviously i ignored him as i do most vacuous sycophants, presumably crackhead did also - though granted, he may just have been called down for his din din's by mommy-crackhead


raas youre a poor agent provocateur, now sit quietly and learn from the master or do as your messiah would wish, enter the light - and become one of the nice crowd. youre doing a piss poor job of both at the minute, aptly for the thread - its schizophrenic


oh and i wouldnt pick a fight with shm just yet, he's so easily capable of reducing you to even more of a laughing stock its almost unfair

If you're trying to insult me, BHM, you're wasting your time. I'm not going to do a MailMonkey/SHM and respond by making threads and posts about how wonderful you are. Sorry to disappoint you...

Better off spending your time monitoring your dosage of Clozaril. Might lead to more of the productive posts.
 
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One summer ages ago I was on holiday with my folks, we were on the beach at dusk, my dad bought a mars bar, opened it, bit it and when he moved one of his teeth had stuck in the snack, like it just came off, I was in my early teens back then, remember that I laughed a lot. Even some local Malay kids start pointing at him and laughing.

Mars bars can be dangerous
 
lol shambles is my fucking hero, man.
oh and nice smelling-of-spunk cover story, i reckon mr kyle wouldve bought it too ;)



raas - hey thanks for the kind words. youre right, i am pretty fucking amazing arent i? only wish i could reciprocate somehow.. tell you what, i promise to never hurt your feelings again by not paying attention. i always make time for my many admirers.. granted, theyre mostly female - but im not about to discriminate among the emotionally needy. sorry i hurt you inside :( <3
 
Stupid dose of a 3MeO PCP on a 4-MMA comedown, I smoked way too much weed on it & got stuck in a 2.5 dimension world where everything was flat when I got near it but from a distance looked like it had slight depth, just way to fucked up to put into words

Escaline* binge where the chair totally melted & morphed (like 2-CB but way more intense)
*Yes I mean Escaline, not a typo btw.

4mg DOM (AKA STP) - Enough said
 
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enjoyed reading peevee story. Stims and lack of sleep can do some strange things...

'set the controls for the start of the sun' by floyd changed completely during a long arsed speed binge; i had a converstion with the lyrics. Floyd was asking me if i was happy about the direction my life was going in, if i was truly happy. I replied that i was just having some fun and would stop before i hit 30
the responses made perfect sense, but still rhymed, fitted the melody and tempo perfectly..

usually it was just miniture clock work owls in ashtrays, on one occasion i saw 6 blokes frozen mid-fight i had to get to within touching distance before i realised it was actually a skip


as for psychs; obviously i could bang on for ages but highlights include
watching a bon jovi video; they all had beer bellies and cigarettes between each finger and behind each string of thier guitars and looked very old

a CEV of tommy cooper going "just like that" on acid, it was like a sepia photo that would moph into fractals, then your classic 'grey' aliens, then back to tommy on a loop

on AMT i got a CEV of meat, with a vien, juices and a heart beat, very grusome so i opened my eyes but it persisted as a transparent overlay for quite a while after

i died on salvia, found myself laying on wet tarmack with paramedics a ruined car and lots of activity around me. i was just gutted coz i knew i'd never get the chance tosay goodbye to my sister. Something explained that i could have my life back, but it wouldnt be easy
in order to return i had to do a few revolutions on a gravity cone [ im sure most people who've tried it will know exactly what they are ] then fly down a tunnel that consisted of a kaliadascope of wooden mouths all chanting my name..

nothing too dramatic and no being chased down the street, so a bit boring really
dont think i'm the 'chased down the street' type...when the trips turn sour im more of the catatonic despair type


and p.s yeaah its a pretty shit thread ;-] and wouldnt a 'life sized' mars bar be, well, mars bar sized?...why not just eat the damn thing ?
 
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