boberito
Bluelighter
HI everyone.
Here is a report on a Mallpitte (Datura, seeds in the pods) experience written by one of my friends. Please excuse the bad grammar and spelling and language. Written after effects wear off, very aggresive at the time.
A bit too much
Well let me start off with some back ground stuff, I am a guy who always excelled at all that I did (considering the effort that I put into most things!) I love gym and pitting my mind against what would seem almost impossible to do. I originally started smoking weed and moved on up the scale of things to smoking rioo bart that was cut with buttons (type of goood weed that is grown or smoked with mandrax) and hydroponics supper skunk. Eventually I was looking for a harder hit something stronger more euphoric now I had played around with all kinds of shit but that wasn't enough of a mind fuck so I started looking around for "THE TRIP"
Any way I think I found it, one day at school I heard from this chick I new that she had tried Datura and didn't like it because of its over powering effects. So of course I thought that this sounded great, I looked around for the plant found it took the seeds (Consumed about 8 tablespoons of seeds - ED) then munched them the next day a Monday whilst bunking school.
He he, at first I thought fuck it bru you are so fucking hard that you have 9 caps of ephedrine cut with caffeine everyday for gym that you can take this crap! Haha so I took my seeds poured them into a nice big cup and began eating them (this took about half an hour) I waited for about 10 minutes then decided that this was taking far to long and I should now go smoke half an arm of weed to make up for the let down.
Now this was the first give away because I don't like to miss when I try something, but I did this took me a while to finish at the end of which I was quite screwed to say the least (could hardly stand).
So I went off and sat down and started watching TV, when I noticed that instead of blacking out and falling a sleep as usual I started to truly understand the time and effort that the nice guy down at the Panasonic factory had taken to make the out side of the TV so very very pretty. I started to imagine him carving a block of shiny silver plastic into the frame, I was about to speak to him and comment about how good a job he was doing when reality hit me hard square on in the face I was quite fucked!!!
So I went off to my room and took out a magazine to look at, this how ever turned into a game of lets cover the walls with pictures and mutilate the magazine, so whilst I was cutting pictures out with a Stanley knife blade I
saw this advert that depicted a young black man standing on the side of the road in a desert trying to thumb a ride with a guy driving past in a new red Toyota tazz (South African car who knows if any one else has them) with his
thumb out the window as if in a gesture to say "yea my new car is cool" so I started craping on the guy in the car for being a jerk, because the black guy is trying to thumb a ride in the middle of a bloody desert not tell you
your dumb ass car is nice. After a long period of shouting yelling and poking the guy in the car with my razor and yelling obscenities at him, reality hit me and hit me hard "you are fucked, you are all alone whilst trying to try out a new drug, and look what is happening you are stabbing some guy in a magazine add, what next you get hungry so you eat your leg.
The idea of eating my own leg scarred me but I still new how to handle the situation (I thought) well the logic works like this in the mornings you feel sleepy so you have a shower and wake up...ya what ever, but I was screwed enough to believe that it might work so off with the clothes and into the shower.
I lay in the bath for about 2 hours listening to my imaginary friend M tell me all about the good times we had had in the past, he was accompanied by many friends, teachers, kinder garden buddies and other strange people that I recognized who would just come marching into the bathroom speak to M then smile at me. And go, this all seemed like an every day event you take a bath then all the people you know walk in and keep you company.
After this I blanked out then came to my "senses" again when I heard my mother asking if she should take me to the hospital (I was now lying on the bathroom floor shaking violently vomiting and swearing at her to leave my
self and all my buddies alone cause I was sick.)
(Of course there where no friends there but my mother was in fact real) eventually I decided fuck it this dehydration isn't going to get the better of me so after I don't know how long, I got up with a hand from the sink
which of course was also normal.
So I got up and decided to shave get tidy and go do some gym then go jogging to get this shit out of my system. In the process of shaving however I noticed how the guy that I was speaking to in the mirror would do and use the same hand actions that I would whilst speaking this amazed me, he was a really cool guy. Needless to say that this conversation with myself in the mirror lasted a very long time.
So up I got and went to my room, (now to understand what happened next you have to know a little something about the lay out of my house there is a sliding door between the bathroom and my room and that connects to a central area that is enclosed buy other rooms, sort of an Italian design) and I walked forward tried to enter my room then I heard a loud bang, and woke up dazed on the floor moments latter, so I tried again, same thing happened. This story of walk and fall continued for Quite some time till my mother came and fully opened the sliding door for me. This strange occurrence of can see room and cant enter only got worse as I started to walk into walls, knocking my self out completely.
So I got into my room and put on my favorite shirt at the time and matching pants, the shirt was black and thinly woven so that it totally see through (a vain fucks dream) and the pants where the same (the shirt I really did have, the pants I don't Know they where again just hallucinations)
So I took my ephedrine and caffeine tablets so that I could go do a serious work out and get all the drugs out of my system (ironic isn't it). It looks as though I really got into it cause I munched 5 grams of ephedrine and
about 3 grams of caffeine (18 fully compressed caps of yummy speed) (I highly doubt it, he was not very educated on drugs at the time - ED) so off I went jogging and was a general menace to all society. I started thinking that some of the houses that I jogged past where friends places. So there I was naked and hallucinating rushing out of control ringing peoples doorbells at 3 in the morning, how I didn't get arrested or shot then I will never know.
I eventually got back home and started speaking to rocks and leaves that I had collected along the way, (they where really quite friendly you know), then I gave them to my mother to keep her company whilst I went out with my friends (who still weren't really there).
So off I went to go get my mates and go off to a good rave and have fun, but we should really have some food first said a friend of mine J (Me - ED) so I got some chips relaxed in my lazy boy and watched all my friends eat and be merry, I only had one chip cause once you are rushing on amphetamines you just don't want to eat. (I found a bar of soap 3 days latter with chunks that had been bitten off on my chair, that explained allot).
I then woke up the next morning happy and rather amused because of the dream that I had just had, so I got up jumped across all the spiders that crawled on the floor, so I hung from the cupboard that had my school clothes in and said cheers to a buddy of mine from a long time ago K, cause I was now going to go to school.
So I went to the fridge wiped the spiders off with a cloth and got some breakfast, my mother and my sister then slowly creep around to the serving hatch and wispered together whilst staring at me for a while. Eventually my
mother asks me if I am Feeling better, so I say yes-fine thanks, just these spiders are bothering me a bit.
They look at each other again and my mother steps into the kitchen to see my eyes so no hassle I always carry eye drops with me and when ever I smoke I use them straight away, no red eyes hear.
She then tells me that I must still be hallucinating.
The cold hard truth ring true it wasn't a dream.
So my younger sister goes to school, and my mother goes to work and I sit around with my mates playing on my play station (still no real mates there).
I then think I am a master chef and can chop things and dice things better than any body else so that's what I do, I present the worlds largest salty cracks to my friends and ask them to try some they enjoyed them, even though
I couldn't cause I was to dehydrated to eat and my tongue and cheeks would actually stick together and make talking almost impossible to do.
The spiders didn't go away though they stared to climb up me and dig their legs into my flesh, to secure them selves whilst they ate at my legs and arms which hurt just about as badly as the headache that I would have for
the next couple of days, at first I tried to cut them off but luckily I was still rushing and couldn't operate to well on my self with shaky hands. So I looked around and found were they where coming from...little brown and speckled black ovule carriers (which turned out to be water melon seeds) that would flick the baby translucent eggs with two legs out of their backs, and these eggs would hatch in about 3 minutes (the eggs turned out to be bread crumbs). So I got a hammer and started bashing the couches and carpets, crushing the eggs and carriers I spent the rest of the day crushing all the spiders in the lawn (we have a 2 acre plot, so that is no small feat)
End.
Very amusing, and the only other drug used before this one was weed. Quite a jump
bob.
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Here is a report on a Mallpitte (Datura, seeds in the pods) experience written by one of my friends. Please excuse the bad grammar and spelling and language. Written after effects wear off, very aggresive at the time.
A bit too much
Well let me start off with some back ground stuff, I am a guy who always excelled at all that I did (considering the effort that I put into most things!) I love gym and pitting my mind against what would seem almost impossible to do. I originally started smoking weed and moved on up the scale of things to smoking rioo bart that was cut with buttons (type of goood weed that is grown or smoked with mandrax) and hydroponics supper skunk. Eventually I was looking for a harder hit something stronger more euphoric now I had played around with all kinds of shit but that wasn't enough of a mind fuck so I started looking around for "THE TRIP"
Any way I think I found it, one day at school I heard from this chick I new that she had tried Datura and didn't like it because of its over powering effects. So of course I thought that this sounded great, I looked around for the plant found it took the seeds (Consumed about 8 tablespoons of seeds - ED) then munched them the next day a Monday whilst bunking school.
He he, at first I thought fuck it bru you are so fucking hard that you have 9 caps of ephedrine cut with caffeine everyday for gym that you can take this crap! Haha so I took my seeds poured them into a nice big cup and began eating them (this took about half an hour) I waited for about 10 minutes then decided that this was taking far to long and I should now go smoke half an arm of weed to make up for the let down.
Now this was the first give away because I don't like to miss when I try something, but I did this took me a while to finish at the end of which I was quite screwed to say the least (could hardly stand).
So I went off and sat down and started watching TV, when I noticed that instead of blacking out and falling a sleep as usual I started to truly understand the time and effort that the nice guy down at the Panasonic factory had taken to make the out side of the TV so very very pretty. I started to imagine him carving a block of shiny silver plastic into the frame, I was about to speak to him and comment about how good a job he was doing when reality hit me hard square on in the face I was quite fucked!!!
So I went off to my room and took out a magazine to look at, this how ever turned into a game of lets cover the walls with pictures and mutilate the magazine, so whilst I was cutting pictures out with a Stanley knife blade I
saw this advert that depicted a young black man standing on the side of the road in a desert trying to thumb a ride with a guy driving past in a new red Toyota tazz (South African car who knows if any one else has them) with his
thumb out the window as if in a gesture to say "yea my new car is cool" so I started craping on the guy in the car for being a jerk, because the black guy is trying to thumb a ride in the middle of a bloody desert not tell you
your dumb ass car is nice. After a long period of shouting yelling and poking the guy in the car with my razor and yelling obscenities at him, reality hit me and hit me hard "you are fucked, you are all alone whilst trying to try out a new drug, and look what is happening you are stabbing some guy in a magazine add, what next you get hungry so you eat your leg.
The idea of eating my own leg scarred me but I still new how to handle the situation (I thought) well the logic works like this in the mornings you feel sleepy so you have a shower and wake up...ya what ever, but I was screwed enough to believe that it might work so off with the clothes and into the shower.
I lay in the bath for about 2 hours listening to my imaginary friend M tell me all about the good times we had had in the past, he was accompanied by many friends, teachers, kinder garden buddies and other strange people that I recognized who would just come marching into the bathroom speak to M then smile at me. And go, this all seemed like an every day event you take a bath then all the people you know walk in and keep you company.
After this I blanked out then came to my "senses" again when I heard my mother asking if she should take me to the hospital (I was now lying on the bathroom floor shaking violently vomiting and swearing at her to leave my
self and all my buddies alone cause I was sick.)
(Of course there where no friends there but my mother was in fact real) eventually I decided fuck it this dehydration isn't going to get the better of me so after I don't know how long, I got up with a hand from the sink
which of course was also normal.
So I got up and decided to shave get tidy and go do some gym then go jogging to get this shit out of my system. In the process of shaving however I noticed how the guy that I was speaking to in the mirror would do and use the same hand actions that I would whilst speaking this amazed me, he was a really cool guy. Needless to say that this conversation with myself in the mirror lasted a very long time.
So up I got and went to my room, (now to understand what happened next you have to know a little something about the lay out of my house there is a sliding door between the bathroom and my room and that connects to a central area that is enclosed buy other rooms, sort of an Italian design) and I walked forward tried to enter my room then I heard a loud bang, and woke up dazed on the floor moments latter, so I tried again, same thing happened. This story of walk and fall continued for Quite some time till my mother came and fully opened the sliding door for me. This strange occurrence of can see room and cant enter only got worse as I started to walk into walls, knocking my self out completely.
So I got into my room and put on my favorite shirt at the time and matching pants, the shirt was black and thinly woven so that it totally see through (a vain fucks dream) and the pants where the same (the shirt I really did have, the pants I don't Know they where again just hallucinations)
So I took my ephedrine and caffeine tablets so that I could go do a serious work out and get all the drugs out of my system (ironic isn't it). It looks as though I really got into it cause I munched 5 grams of ephedrine and
about 3 grams of caffeine (18 fully compressed caps of yummy speed) (I highly doubt it, he was not very educated on drugs at the time - ED) so off I went jogging and was a general menace to all society. I started thinking that some of the houses that I jogged past where friends places. So there I was naked and hallucinating rushing out of control ringing peoples doorbells at 3 in the morning, how I didn't get arrested or shot then I will never know.
I eventually got back home and started speaking to rocks and leaves that I had collected along the way, (they where really quite friendly you know), then I gave them to my mother to keep her company whilst I went out with my friends (who still weren't really there).
So off I went to go get my mates and go off to a good rave and have fun, but we should really have some food first said a friend of mine J (Me - ED) so I got some chips relaxed in my lazy boy and watched all my friends eat and be merry, I only had one chip cause once you are rushing on amphetamines you just don't want to eat. (I found a bar of soap 3 days latter with chunks that had been bitten off on my chair, that explained allot).
I then woke up the next morning happy and rather amused because of the dream that I had just had, so I got up jumped across all the spiders that crawled on the floor, so I hung from the cupboard that had my school clothes in and said cheers to a buddy of mine from a long time ago K, cause I was now going to go to school.
So I went to the fridge wiped the spiders off with a cloth and got some breakfast, my mother and my sister then slowly creep around to the serving hatch and wispered together whilst staring at me for a while. Eventually my
mother asks me if I am Feeling better, so I say yes-fine thanks, just these spiders are bothering me a bit.
They look at each other again and my mother steps into the kitchen to see my eyes so no hassle I always carry eye drops with me and when ever I smoke I use them straight away, no red eyes hear.
She then tells me that I must still be hallucinating.
The cold hard truth ring true it wasn't a dream.
So my younger sister goes to school, and my mother goes to work and I sit around with my mates playing on my play station (still no real mates there).
I then think I am a master chef and can chop things and dice things better than any body else so that's what I do, I present the worlds largest salty cracks to my friends and ask them to try some they enjoyed them, even though
I couldn't cause I was to dehydrated to eat and my tongue and cheeks would actually stick together and make talking almost impossible to do.
The spiders didn't go away though they stared to climb up me and dig their legs into my flesh, to secure them selves whilst they ate at my legs and arms which hurt just about as badly as the headache that I would have for
the next couple of days, at first I tried to cut them off but luckily I was still rushing and couldn't operate to well on my self with shaky hands. So I looked around and found were they where coming from...little brown and speckled black ovule carriers (which turned out to be water melon seeds) that would flick the baby translucent eggs with two legs out of their backs, and these eggs would hatch in about 3 minutes (the eggs turned out to be bread crumbs). So I got a hammer and started bashing the couches and carpets, crushing the eggs and carriers I spent the rest of the day crushing all the spiders in the lawn (we have a 2 acre plot, so that is no small feat)
End.
Very amusing, and the only other drug used before this one was weed. Quite a jump
bob.
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