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Do you go nuttysutty on drugs?

WTF over? Guess I need to start reading Hebrew style. Yall taking about Canadians and dead relatives, I tell a story about Acid.
 
Most pathetic: decided that I was protected by angels, and decided to demonstrate by throwing myself backwards down the stairs of a club. Miraculously there were no injuries except for a bit of bruising and grazing.

Most embarrassing: got one of those cuts on the knuckle that bleed heavily. Decided to paint my face with blood. Went to the shops, came back and then saw my reflection. I'd completely forgotten about the blood.
I just think your angels have a sense of humor. Anyone I am divinely protecting does some dumb ass shit, and I help them not die, you bet I would let them keep a bloody face. Or like a shit stain on their ass.
 
Compared to some of you, this is rather tame. It involves no nudity, no violence, no psychiatric hospital. But...

After a day at work on my preferred drug cocktail at the time (amphetamine, methadone, clonazepam ), I had a two mile bike ride home. It took me six hours.

Why? Because as I was cycling down the dark lanes past the fields and hedgerows, I became convinced that this was a perfect place for drug dealers to hide their stash.

So, I methodically worked my way along the road grubbing around in the ditches and hedges looking for drugs.

Eventually, I found paydirt. A bin bag full of old newspapers covered in a powdery residue.

Obviously, this was cocaine soaked into newspaper waiting to be recovered by the local cartel!

So I took that bag home.

Got back, wasn't sure what to do with it, so had a massive wank instead.

In the cold, dry light of morning, I realised it was just a bunch of mouldy newspapers...
That's funny. Cuz most of the time I'm doing coke ill grind, then pour a good pile right in front of me. Then go hide the rest. Never in the same place. I literally lost a couple 8balls a few months ago and didn't find them for about a week while I was cleaning the house. I put them behind a painting, trapped between the frame and the wall. Though, I have never just gone-a-looking for stashes.
 
I just think your angels have a sense of humor. Anyone I am divinely protecting does some dumb ass shit, and I help them not die, you bet I would let them keep a bloody face. Or like a shit stain on their ass.

It really should have ended badly. A backwards fall down a considerable shift of stairs. Instead I just ended up looking stupid.
 
I believe my misbehaviour record from distant days is the problem and having to have certain legally prescribed medications is also a nay and to be honest I have not got the financial bucks to even get transport to nearest major airports.
Know somone that is denied entrace to USA for she got a criminal record.
For clipping Weed unpaid as it was made by her husband.

she is now denied entry to where her new lover lives.
Based on the conviction. In Nl Cannabis is illegal.
In the USA it s weird but semi legal at least

But the Police record my gouvernement shared with US.
Breaching privacy and based on idiotsy.
Still can t get a VISA. So no way i m risking.

They gonna bounce you at arrival. Not gonna mention it before that :oops:
 
WTF over? Guess I need to start reading Hebrew style. Yall taking about Canadians and dead relatives, I tell a story about Acid.
Shambles nailed it. It gets erratic at times.
Haven t toked my Weed of the day.

That s detrimental to my thinking will do before ...

:ROFLMAO: good to lookin in the mirror.Once a while.
Thank s for reflecting. mascal

edit: put my auto correct back on.
Writing phonetic sucks. Imbecile no more.

Typical Acid thought disabling it.
Doesn t work, looked imbecile.
 
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Talking of simultaneous hallucinations, when me and the Mrs were vaping 3fpm and smoking synthnoids, we could both see pornographic movies played out on the bedroom wall...
I once read a popular novel about two people operating under the same major delusions (call folie a deux "madness of two"). Not hallucinations, but still. It was really good but extremely sad because they ended doing some sick things. The idea of two people sharing the same delusions especially is very interesting. I suppose it might be comforting not having to go through it alone.
 
But the Police record my gouvernement shared with US.
Breaching privacy and based on idiotsy.
Still can t get a VISA. So no way i m risking.
Sorry about that. USA can be pretty great for some things but sucks on a whole bunch, especially immigration/visas for visits. The drug policy for everyone sucks major ass, too.
 
I honestly mostly always had decent interactions with police. Occasional dick but mostly pretty understanding of damaged people in shitty situations.
Same here in USA. Had the police called for sectioning and lucky they didn't tell me to go fuck myself and not get medical. have gotten arrested multiple times an corrections have always been decent.
 
I once read a popular novel about two people operating under the same major delusions (call folie a deux "madness of two"). Not hallucinations, but still. It was really good but extremely sad because they ended doing some sick things. The idea of two people sharing the same delusions especially is very interesting. I suppose it might be comforting not having to go through it alone.
Weird mechanism for sure had shared hallucination s with my GF on MDA and 2c-B.
Felt delusional especially those on MDA. Floating dot s of black hair. Smoke from unlit cig s and Ziggy Stardust like make-up.

Sort of the extreme version of the sunglasses phenomenon on MDMA. Also shared or at least common among user s. 2c-B was another order. Actual shared trip shit.
 
MDA gave me synchronised hallucinations with a friend. It started with vines growing out of the ground, but if you went into the kitchen there were some sinister unintelligible things carved into the cupboards. You couldn't read it, but it was unsettling.

At one point I said "do you see it?" He did.

I don't think that lad took MDA / MDMA again.
 
MDA gave me synchronised hallucinations with a friend. It started with vines growing out of the ground, but if you went into the kitchen there were some sinister unintelligible things carved into the cupboards. You couldn't read it, but it was unsettling.

At one point I said "do you see it?" He did.

I don't think that lad took MDA / MDMA again.
Some shit that happened during also with MDMA [very occasional or once making me think was it a mix or the dosage ?] Got vine s a lot abusing MDMA and crossover effect s to MDA.


Not conclusive, but would fit in the un explained. Heavy objects that start moving at free will. While under influence shared. Hard to explain, felt unsettling but yet not alarming.
 
MDA gave me synchronised hallucinations with a friend. It started with vines growing out of the ground, but if you went into the kitchen there were some sinister unintelligible things carved into the cupboards. You couldn't read it, but it was unsettling.

At one point I said "do you see it?" He did.

I don't think that lad took MDA / MDMA again.

I’ve actually heard the shared hallucinations thing a few times in regards MDA. Never happened with me but definitely noteworthy imo.
 
I’ve actually heard the shared hallucinations thing a few times in regards MDA. Never happened with me but definitely noteworthy imo.
Had what I think was a shared hallucination coming away from a rave at 7am with a four hour drive ahead of us.

We'd had a couple of very strong E's over the night (back when 'es were fukkin e's aye lad. '96 or 97), starting around 4pm. For some reason had a good dab of caustic 'base' speetWe'd been waiting fro the driver to get her head together (I know trust me, I know)

There were these 3 guys talking about "kicking fuck outta them long haired cunts", we both heard it all fully for 20 minutes or so. Decided not to tell the other so they didn't freak. We were properly utterly fucked and terrified. So relieved to drive off. Stopped at a garage 15 miles or so away, got out, they pulled up and also got out, a few casual death threats we both heard and then I can remember fuck all til we got home about 5 hours later. Shit is imprinted on my memory, proper fight or flight felt I was gonna die from adrenaline

When we got home smoked a few bongs of strong hash, stuck some early jungle on, and my mate (I didn't share this one) had a couple of hours of sheer terror as the mc's on the tape were openly plotting his murder and were outside with machine guns, poor cunt he never let on either but he did look might worried and was verrry quiet

I still wonder if the initial threats were real or not :confused:. How the fuck did we hear the same shit word for word? In 2 different locations. Obvs the absence of them bearing machine guns outside our house was paranoia an my mates part (????) andoccams razor would clearly say "PARANOID MATE but doesn't explain the scenario. Probably some kinda telepathy type shit as we were very close friends, but it was a real weirdy
 
That is both bizarre and fukkin terrifying, Fiend 8o

Most of the shared hallucination tales I’ve heard have been positive - bordering on magical - but that one sounds fukkin hellish tbh.

Guess it’s always worth remembering that hallucinations can run the gamut from ecstatic to horrific 8o

Still truly fascinating you both experienced the exact same hallucinatory specifics though.
 
also with same mate another time we both got chased down the beach in the moonlight for maybe 400 meters by an (approx, lol) 40 foot tall sand- hedgehog that definitely meant business, was fast as well

Certainly got the blood moving

edit - approx 200 liberty caps each, brewed (6g each dried equivalent?
 
Yeah I've had that shared feeling of dread and terror when with a friend outside at night. We were all alone but in town and the cosmos was unraveling a bit around us neither was letting on how uneasy they felt. There was perhaps some potential perceived threat only our subconscious had picked up on and higher processing wasn't decoding. I don't know. But the vibe was off.

Simultaneously we decided to flee. Ended up on the swings at a play park for a while before we felt ok to return to our respective homes. There I settled down with some early jungle believe it or not. No MCs though. It was all good. No murderous cannibals at all...
 
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