swilow
Bluelight Crew
The DMT sat, black and flaky, filling the conepiece of a flurescent bong. Much stuffing had been done to ensure said cone was stuffed with spice and then some. Nitrous had hissed istelf into a ballon and waited for my attention, shaking slightly in anticipation perhaps (the balloon that is).
The lighter was lifted, the DMT was combusted, the taste was delightful, the users lunds held in as long as humanly possible, exhaled a puff of greysmoke and began to inhale the nitrous. DMT was already saying hello, turning the baloon into some sort of decapitation that I was sucking from. It looked m ore like this :D then anything else.
10SECONDS AFTER ALL COMPOUNDS INHALED AND HAVE BEGUN METABOLISM
-stange visions, a veiled female, possibly constructed from snake or vine danced in the corner of my third eye. I had (and waved madly) the nine arms of ganesha, my dogs three heads spiralled as if his neck was a birds neck.
20SECONDS AFTER
-the world has become dark. I was at a party- where am I now? I am COMMANDED to open my eyes, but they aren't mine so all the mething can do is stare at the vast civilisations being constructed in the methings neural cortex. Suddenly a hunched fourleggeg golem to my northwest begins to offer some sort of ridiculous melting hexagonal shaped, 3d globule- I had time to think what the fuck would I do with that thing WHEN
1 MIN IN AN AT HEIGHTS
-I open its/my eyes- and the world has transformed itself into the trappings one would make a sandwich with. My love is some sort of sssspppprrrrrrreeaadd; two other 'things/friends' flanking her appear to be slices of bread, together they made the sandwich of life. I hear a friends voice INTONE- "Sam are you all right" (weird, I didn't think people were inhaling helium here too), but I'm too distracted with the thought of that hexagon- I think I put it in my pocket and have decided it was radioactive and HAD to remove it. CEV reveals a world directly split down the centre and mirrored, but I can't tell if the right mirrors left or left mirrors right- in fact, as I (uselessly) try to observe this the phenomena switches.
2 -20 MINS LATER-
-girlfirned approaches, tentaviely and I see the connection, distant but there, between human and the suspicious feline (which leads to tangential thoughts of feline feminitiy and canine masculinity- all gone in a micro-milli-moment); she seems to be slinking over, a huntress with every human face that could be painted/carved/scultped. Then it dawns on me, the connection, the ineffable reason, the BACKBONE of this rather strange turn of events has been the fact that I SMOKED DMT (oops, I appear to have shouted that, slightly upsetting the other condiments sitting around). Then euphoria takes over, I can see all the freedoms possible- my first reaction is to strip, though my girlfreind/jam doesn't (apparently) let me reveal gods gifts. The absurditiy of clothes/society strikes me, and I begin hissimg and sizzling visible charges of meaning towards her. It strikes me that the sound of rubbing an inflated balloon is actually the cosmic tone OM. The noises that seem to be the most appropriate are buzzes, squeals and eeps, which I happily emit.
I can't remember much more as I started ti come down- I remember finding myself topless in the middle of the road basically pouring love and understanding into the heavens. Have you guys ever actually seen stars?
And then I was home
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Well, this is my first trip report I thought I'd write for Bluelight, I usually save them for my own ego to peruse. AnYWAY, fillings, spreads, jams and preserves (as well as the esteemed nation of Bread brothers), thank you for reading.
The lighter was lifted, the DMT was combusted, the taste was delightful, the users lunds held in as long as humanly possible, exhaled a puff of greysmoke and began to inhale the nitrous. DMT was already saying hello, turning the baloon into some sort of decapitation that I was sucking from. It looked m ore like this :D then anything else.
10SECONDS AFTER ALL COMPOUNDS INHALED AND HAVE BEGUN METABOLISM
-stange visions, a veiled female, possibly constructed from snake or vine danced in the corner of my third eye. I had (and waved madly) the nine arms of ganesha, my dogs three heads spiralled as if his neck was a birds neck.
20SECONDS AFTER
-the world has become dark. I was at a party- where am I now? I am COMMANDED to open my eyes, but they aren't mine so all the mething can do is stare at the vast civilisations being constructed in the methings neural cortex. Suddenly a hunched fourleggeg golem to my northwest begins to offer some sort of ridiculous melting hexagonal shaped, 3d globule- I had time to think what the fuck would I do with that thing WHEN
1 MIN IN AN AT HEIGHTS
-I open its/my eyes- and the world has transformed itself into the trappings one would make a sandwich with. My love is some sort of sssspppprrrrrrreeaadd; two other 'things/friends' flanking her appear to be slices of bread, together they made the sandwich of life. I hear a friends voice INTONE- "Sam are you all right" (weird, I didn't think people were inhaling helium here too), but I'm too distracted with the thought of that hexagon- I think I put it in my pocket and have decided it was radioactive and HAD to remove it. CEV reveals a world directly split down the centre and mirrored, but I can't tell if the right mirrors left or left mirrors right- in fact, as I (uselessly) try to observe this the phenomena switches.
2 -20 MINS LATER-
-girlfirned approaches, tentaviely and I see the connection, distant but there, between human and the suspicious feline (which leads to tangential thoughts of feline feminitiy and canine masculinity- all gone in a micro-milli-moment); she seems to be slinking over, a huntress with every human face that could be painted/carved/scultped. Then it dawns on me, the connection, the ineffable reason, the BACKBONE of this rather strange turn of events has been the fact that I SMOKED DMT (oops, I appear to have shouted that, slightly upsetting the other condiments sitting around). Then euphoria takes over, I can see all the freedoms possible- my first reaction is to strip, though my girlfreind/jam doesn't (apparently) let me reveal gods gifts. The absurditiy of clothes/society strikes me, and I begin hissimg and sizzling visible charges of meaning towards her. It strikes me that the sound of rubbing an inflated balloon is actually the cosmic tone OM. The noises that seem to be the most appropriate are buzzes, squeals and eeps, which I happily emit.
I can't remember much more as I started ti come down- I remember finding myself topless in the middle of the road basically pouring love and understanding into the heavens. Have you guys ever actually seen stars?
And then I was home
.Well, this is my first trip report I thought I'd write for Bluelight, I usually save them for my own ego to peruse. AnYWAY, fillings, spreads, jams and preserves (as well as the esteemed nation of Bread brothers), thank you for reading.
