ForEverAfter
Ex-Bluelighter
(DOI, Cannabis, Psilocybin & N2O) – First Time – A Superior amphetamine alternative.
0:00 – Consumed one tab of DOI and three gel caps, each containing roughly 0.32 grams dried Psilocybe Subaeruginosa. The DOI had a very strong chemical taste.
Since this is my first experience with the drug, it’s impossible for me to accurately predict the mg content. I’m sure it’ll take a while to kick in, though, due to the combination of the lengthy trip cycle, a full stomach and the presence of gel caps.
+00:30 – Consumed 16 grams n2o. Feel a little light-headed from the nitrous. The DOI is starting to kick in already. Rising very smoothly. No unpleasant side effects whatsoever. I don’t feel heavy or physically overwhelmed during the initial stages, as I often do with LSD/psilocybin. The amphetamine part of the DOI is giving me energy. I feel slightly sharper than I did before consumption, more alert.
+1:00 – Nothing significant yet. I’m starting to wonder if the DOI is any good. Then again, I don’t know how long it’s supposed to take to kick in. Rolled a large joint, containing roughly a third of a gram. Going outside to smoke.
+1:30 – I am more stoned than I should be. The effects of the cannabis are magnified substantially. Much more so than with more mainstream psychedelics. I’ve dabbled in the 2C-X/DOX extended family before, but can’t remember much of the experiences, having combined them both with massive amounts of alcohol. So I have little idea what to expect.
There are minor hallucinations at this point. Fairly stock standard pattern-work, though maybe a little more detailed/complex than usual. Fairly similar to your usual psychedelic fair. My back feels a little stiff. When walking around, I am not loose and relaxed. My joints are slightly constricted, despite being heavily stoned. Feel the urge to dance coming on. My body is moving as if by some unseen puppeteer. Definitely speedier than LSD, but it’s a mild energy – unlike MDMA/ meth.
+1:40 – Consumed 16 grams n2o. I am thrown out of my body, through the ceiling. I see the overcast sky for a split second before returning to my body. I am rocking back and forth. My eyes half shut. My head full of patterns. Closed-eye visuals getting slightly better. Less uniform than early stages of LSD. Like a less intense, non-peak, version of an acid peak – in terms of pattern complexity.
+1:45 – I inhale 8 grams compressed n2o. I hold my breath, my lungs crammed full of gas. My rib cage feels as if it’s going to explode. I hold as long as I can, then release. As I breath out, the auditory hallucinations begin. A sample of something, reverberating, losing its consistency. From sensory to senseless. My heart is racing three times faster than the beat of the song playing on my phone. It feels like my heart is going to break through my ribs like that scorpion thing in alien. The increased heart rate remains for three minutes, as the effects of the drug wear off.
I said yesterday, in my last trip report, that nitrous increases the effects of DXM. But I’m not sure that’s true. I think, perhaps, nitrous pulls you so far out of your inebriated state – so quickly – that you “forget” how you were only seconds before. Then when you’re thrown back into reality, it appears – by contrast – that you are higher than you were. Both of these n2o hits gave me the impression that afterwards I was tripping harder than I had been before inhaling, which is possible. Could be an illusion. Could be a bit of both. One thing is for sure, the effects of the DOI are steadily increasing.
+2:00 – The mushrooms will take considerably longer. I don’t expect to see much sign of them until (+2:30) at the earliest. My head feels weird, I can feel my brain. New nerve endings have appeared on the surface of the organ. It feels like I’s pulsing slightly. My jaw is a little stiff. The inside of my ears feel weird as if I’m at a high altitude. My joints are tighter still. Feels like my bones are locking into place – my skeleton rapidly setting into a calcium statue.
+2:10 – Lay down on a hard surface for a bit. Back feels a little better. Brain has stopped pulsing. Jaw loose again. Hopefully the physical side-effects won’t return. Urge to dance rising. Feeling a little stir-crazy, generally. Don’t want to dance though. I’m still a little tired from yesterday’s 20 hour adventure. Not quite enough energy yet to get me moving properly. Getting there.
+2:45 – Smoked another joint, less than 0.2 of a gram. No substantial speedy or trippy effects yet.
+3:15 – Sudden massive burst of energy about twenty minutes ago. Started bolting around the house, tidying up. Did maybe an sixty, seventy minutes of work in twenty. My brain is racing. DOI is speedier than speed. It’s more speedy than trippy, by a long way. The hallucinations have increased only slightly, whereas my energy levels are still rapidly on the rise. My heart rate is beating faster than usual. I still have a (very slight, almost unnoticeable) sensation around the surface of my brain. Can’t keep sitting here and typing. Need to keep moving.
+3:25 – Very dehydrated all of a sudden. Craving soda. Went for a walk to get some. On the way, the open-eyed hallucinations became significant. Different from what I’m used to. Light sources generated much more light than usual. The sun, because of dense rays extending from its circumference, appeared to occupy more than a quarter of the sky. Easily six times its normal size. As I walked back home, I picked up something in my periphery. Coiled barbed wire ran along the top of a brick fence. The gaps in between the wires revealed a multi-colored sky, in alternating color. Blue sky, purple sky, green sky. It looked as if the spaces in-between wires were shielded by colored lenses.
+3:35 – Consumed a 250ml can of ‘V’ energy drink. As soon as I had the first sip, I could feel the effects. Bursting with energy. Going to clean the entire house. I think DOI goes for something like 16 hours, so I’ve got heaps of time to enjoy the drug later. The house is a fucking pig-sty. It’s been rapidly degenerating into a hovel over the past month. There isn’t a single clean dish. The carpet is hardly visible through the debris. It got beyond the point of no return ages ago, where you decide that too much damage has been done and conclude that there is nothing you can do. But that’s all bullshit. I clean this fucker up in a heartbeat.
+3:50 – After the sun set, the color scheme changed from a reality palette to a series of pastel hues. The red brick path between the grass was less bright than it ought to be. It looked as if the colors had been chosen, as if I was witnessing a painting rather than a landscape. The hallucinations, while interesting, are still not very strong. Also the speedy quality is inconsistent. It comes in waves, more like MDMA in that sense. Though, I am never floored by it. Rather than alternating between speedy and smacked out, or some combination of the two, it alternates between speedy and very speedy. There’ another wave coming now. Need to keep moving.
+4:15 – Occasionally sharp bursts of pattern streak across my field of vision. Jagged split-second eruptions of color. Psychedelic lightning. Thinking about eating some cactus. Probably better to do it later on, after I finish what needs doing.
+4:35 – Still incredibly thirsty. More energy. More and more. It never stops increasing. Drank a liter of water as if it was half a cup.
+4:55 – Need to constantly drink water. Just sculled another half liter. The water tasted incredible against the inside of my mouth and throat. Like some sort of magic potion. When I closed my eyes I could still see my hand and the bottle, three dimensional images burnt into my retina – now comprised of elaborate interlocking geometric patterns. Every time I stop moving for more than five minutes, I get that stiffness in my joints. I need to keep active. Can’t type.
+5:30 – Fucking fuck. I’m still charging like a mother fucker, but I need to stop. I’m going to kill myself the way I’m going. Cleaned most of the house already. Re-arranged the furniture; set up that office space I’ve been meaning to do for over a year. Brain function has significantly increased. This drug is more effective, in terms of practical application, than speed or meth. I find with amphetamines, I tend to jump rapidly from one thing to another. Inside my mind there are a thousand thoughts going in different directions. With DOI, I am clear/focused. The energy doesn’t have a mind of its own; it is mine.
I also seem to have increased sensory perception, particularly auditory. I could distinctly hear a conversation from my neighbor across the street, over traffic. Later, when moving a desk, I dropped a single nail onto the floor. Finding anything amongst the patterns is difficult and, on top of that, there’s very little artificial light in my house. I found the nail instantly. Found is the wrong word. I knew precisely where it was sitting, and at what angle, even though it had bounced clear across the room.
As I vacuumed the room, I noticed subtle repetitions in the random patterns of the wood. One after another, they appeared, as if illuminated. My mind, working overtime, finding order in chaos.
+6:10 – I really like DOI. It is too speedy if anything. Though, as I said, I have no idea what the dose is that I’ve taken. I would say very strong. Any more energy than this would be unpleasant. As it is, I don’t have enough to do to keep myself occupied. My body wants to keep moving constantly. Going to smoke another joint and see if that helps, but I doubt it. More of a social/practical/party drug. Not appropriate for solo introspective type trips. I didn’t realize it would be so incredibly speedy. If the weed doesn’t work to calm it down, I might eat a big chunk of cactus. The sedative effects of the mescaline would be helpful right about now. Need to re-dose on the mushrooms also, as they are wearing off. The DOI, without the mushroom kicker, is significantly less visual.
+6:25 – Making a joint with three different strains of cannabis, evenly distributed in the mix. Distant cars driving down the road sound like helicopters hovering three foot above my head. Very slight, practically undetectable, paranoia associated with the thought. Weed should fix that.
+6:40 – Smoking completely took the edge off the DOI. I am incredibly stoned, thanks to the triforce approach. Feel like collapsing into a puddle on the floor, or watching a movie. Rapid change of pace from before. Strange. It wouldn’t be possible to numb a meth rush with weed. Not significantly. That’s another major plus for DOI as an amphetamine alternative. I’m going to replace speed with it. It’s preferable in every way. The twist of psychedelic lime is nice. It’s a more effective aphrodisiac. (I jerked off earlier.) It’s cheap. Chock full of energy goodness. And, you can smother it with weed – changing it from an amphetamine-based experience to a psychedelic-based experience. The only downside, I guess, is the sixteen hour thing. But it depends on which way you look at it. As long as you have the time to accommodate a lengthier trip, you get two for the price of one. More than that, one or two mild trips, back to back, plus the equivalent your average gram of speed. Ideal for a party environment. I’m definitely going to add it to my festival menu. Need to smoke more weed.
+7:05 – Couldn’t finish the second joint. Insanely stoned. So stoned I can hardly move. I keep zoning off into a trance-like state of non-existence. Can’t keep focusing on this report. Need to go relax for a while, if that’s possible. My joints are getting stiff again, now that I’ve been inactive for a while. That’s another negative for DOI vs. speed that I forgot about. Speed has many negatives also, though; and DOI still comes out on top, IMO. My body should relax a bit more once I lie down and get comfortable.
+7:50 – Weed doesn’t last as long. Smoking is not an effective method of temporarily smothering the amphetamines. Eating weed would do the trick. Need to make some firecrackers.
+8:45 – Went to 7-Eleven to get supplies. The street lights had the usual white rays of light extending from all sides. Also, underneath each street light was a vertical bar divided up into colors. Mostly different shades and arrangements of green and purple. Each light, a different pattern –these metal mushrooms, refracting light into bar codes. The headlights of passing cars are brilliantly white. They glow in the darkness like a pair of wolf eyes.
I can’t find peanut butter for the firecrackers, so I go up to the counter. A Japanese guy that doesn’t speak English very well is doing the graveyard shift. I ask him if he sells peanut butter. I find it quite difficult to talk. I am tripping harder than I thought I was. The Japanese guy laughs, then covers his mouth. His face is turning red. I remain straight-faced. He wipes the smile off his face and says, “Is it a medical thing?” As a result of my incoherent mumbling, he heard “penis butter.” I attempted to word it out, using proper diction. I repeated it a couple of times, emphasizing peanut carefully, but it was no use. He continued to suppress the giggles; apparently, he has never heard of peanut butter.
I find it at the back of the store and showed it to him. I don’t think he didn’t make the connection. He was staring at me like a freak-show patron; trying as hard as he could not to laugh. Stoned off my head, my eyes entirely pupils, wandering around in bright red flares asking people illegibly for penis butter. A deranged drug-fiend pervert seeking sexual favors from convenience store employees.
At home, I grind up a further 2.4 grams of weed, using the two stronger strains equally in the mix, and combine it with the leftovers from the triforce. Maybe something like 2.75 grams total, into a fine powder. So fine that the fine particles clump together into normal-sized particles.
Recipe:
1. Put 250 grams of crunchy peanut butter in the bottom of a jar.
2. Sprinkle weed on top. Mix together with a butter knife. Put in microwave for one minute.
3. Transfer peanut butter onto plate.
4. Eat an entire packet of Tim-Tams, using the peanut butter as a dipping sauce.
Use 100 grams of butter, per gram of weed – as a general rule.
+9:30 – I’ve never had more than two grams of weed, orally. Eating has a muscle-relaxing quality that smoking doesn’t. I turn to jelly. Should fix up the joint-stiffness issue. Also, digestion ensures a constant and gradual ingestion of the drug so I don’t have to re-dose. There’s a possibility it will knock me out.
I’m starting to feel a little tired already.
+9:50 – Probably worth noting, DOI doesn’t affect appetite nearly as much as speed/meth/mdma. I had no trouble eating a packet of Tim Tams. Also, although I’m drinking a lot of water I don’t need to piss all the time. Not sure where the water is going. The firecrackers are yet to explode.
+10:00 – Closed-eye visuals have a higher frame rate than usual. The patterns are flickering at high speed, at least 100 frames a second, creating a hypnotizing strobe-like effect.
+11:35 – Going to go to sleep, now. Will write a conclusion in the morning.
0:00 – Consumed one tab of DOI and three gel caps, each containing roughly 0.32 grams dried Psilocybe Subaeruginosa. The DOI had a very strong chemical taste.
Since this is my first experience with the drug, it’s impossible for me to accurately predict the mg content. I’m sure it’ll take a while to kick in, though, due to the combination of the lengthy trip cycle, a full stomach and the presence of gel caps.
+00:30 – Consumed 16 grams n2o. Feel a little light-headed from the nitrous. The DOI is starting to kick in already. Rising very smoothly. No unpleasant side effects whatsoever. I don’t feel heavy or physically overwhelmed during the initial stages, as I often do with LSD/psilocybin. The amphetamine part of the DOI is giving me energy. I feel slightly sharper than I did before consumption, more alert.
+1:00 – Nothing significant yet. I’m starting to wonder if the DOI is any good. Then again, I don’t know how long it’s supposed to take to kick in. Rolled a large joint, containing roughly a third of a gram. Going outside to smoke.
+1:30 – I am more stoned than I should be. The effects of the cannabis are magnified substantially. Much more so than with more mainstream psychedelics. I’ve dabbled in the 2C-X/DOX extended family before, but can’t remember much of the experiences, having combined them both with massive amounts of alcohol. So I have little idea what to expect.
There are minor hallucinations at this point. Fairly stock standard pattern-work, though maybe a little more detailed/complex than usual. Fairly similar to your usual psychedelic fair. My back feels a little stiff. When walking around, I am not loose and relaxed. My joints are slightly constricted, despite being heavily stoned. Feel the urge to dance coming on. My body is moving as if by some unseen puppeteer. Definitely speedier than LSD, but it’s a mild energy – unlike MDMA/ meth.
+1:40 – Consumed 16 grams n2o. I am thrown out of my body, through the ceiling. I see the overcast sky for a split second before returning to my body. I am rocking back and forth. My eyes half shut. My head full of patterns. Closed-eye visuals getting slightly better. Less uniform than early stages of LSD. Like a less intense, non-peak, version of an acid peak – in terms of pattern complexity.
+1:45 – I inhale 8 grams compressed n2o. I hold my breath, my lungs crammed full of gas. My rib cage feels as if it’s going to explode. I hold as long as I can, then release. As I breath out, the auditory hallucinations begin. A sample of something, reverberating, losing its consistency. From sensory to senseless. My heart is racing three times faster than the beat of the song playing on my phone. It feels like my heart is going to break through my ribs like that scorpion thing in alien. The increased heart rate remains for three minutes, as the effects of the drug wear off.
I said yesterday, in my last trip report, that nitrous increases the effects of DXM. But I’m not sure that’s true. I think, perhaps, nitrous pulls you so far out of your inebriated state – so quickly – that you “forget” how you were only seconds before. Then when you’re thrown back into reality, it appears – by contrast – that you are higher than you were. Both of these n2o hits gave me the impression that afterwards I was tripping harder than I had been before inhaling, which is possible. Could be an illusion. Could be a bit of both. One thing is for sure, the effects of the DOI are steadily increasing.
+2:00 – The mushrooms will take considerably longer. I don’t expect to see much sign of them until (+2:30) at the earliest. My head feels weird, I can feel my brain. New nerve endings have appeared on the surface of the organ. It feels like I’s pulsing slightly. My jaw is a little stiff. The inside of my ears feel weird as if I’m at a high altitude. My joints are tighter still. Feels like my bones are locking into place – my skeleton rapidly setting into a calcium statue.
+2:10 – Lay down on a hard surface for a bit. Back feels a little better. Brain has stopped pulsing. Jaw loose again. Hopefully the physical side-effects won’t return. Urge to dance rising. Feeling a little stir-crazy, generally. Don’t want to dance though. I’m still a little tired from yesterday’s 20 hour adventure. Not quite enough energy yet to get me moving properly. Getting there.
+2:45 – Smoked another joint, less than 0.2 of a gram. No substantial speedy or trippy effects yet.
+3:15 – Sudden massive burst of energy about twenty minutes ago. Started bolting around the house, tidying up. Did maybe an sixty, seventy minutes of work in twenty. My brain is racing. DOI is speedier than speed. It’s more speedy than trippy, by a long way. The hallucinations have increased only slightly, whereas my energy levels are still rapidly on the rise. My heart rate is beating faster than usual. I still have a (very slight, almost unnoticeable) sensation around the surface of my brain. Can’t keep sitting here and typing. Need to keep moving.
+3:25 – Very dehydrated all of a sudden. Craving soda. Went for a walk to get some. On the way, the open-eyed hallucinations became significant. Different from what I’m used to. Light sources generated much more light than usual. The sun, because of dense rays extending from its circumference, appeared to occupy more than a quarter of the sky. Easily six times its normal size. As I walked back home, I picked up something in my periphery. Coiled barbed wire ran along the top of a brick fence. The gaps in between the wires revealed a multi-colored sky, in alternating color. Blue sky, purple sky, green sky. It looked as if the spaces in-between wires were shielded by colored lenses.
+3:35 – Consumed a 250ml can of ‘V’ energy drink. As soon as I had the first sip, I could feel the effects. Bursting with energy. Going to clean the entire house. I think DOI goes for something like 16 hours, so I’ve got heaps of time to enjoy the drug later. The house is a fucking pig-sty. It’s been rapidly degenerating into a hovel over the past month. There isn’t a single clean dish. The carpet is hardly visible through the debris. It got beyond the point of no return ages ago, where you decide that too much damage has been done and conclude that there is nothing you can do. But that’s all bullshit. I clean this fucker up in a heartbeat.
+3:50 – After the sun set, the color scheme changed from a reality palette to a series of pastel hues. The red brick path between the grass was less bright than it ought to be. It looked as if the colors had been chosen, as if I was witnessing a painting rather than a landscape. The hallucinations, while interesting, are still not very strong. Also the speedy quality is inconsistent. It comes in waves, more like MDMA in that sense. Though, I am never floored by it. Rather than alternating between speedy and smacked out, or some combination of the two, it alternates between speedy and very speedy. There’ another wave coming now. Need to keep moving.
+4:15 – Occasionally sharp bursts of pattern streak across my field of vision. Jagged split-second eruptions of color. Psychedelic lightning. Thinking about eating some cactus. Probably better to do it later on, after I finish what needs doing.
+4:35 – Still incredibly thirsty. More energy. More and more. It never stops increasing. Drank a liter of water as if it was half a cup.
+4:55 – Need to constantly drink water. Just sculled another half liter. The water tasted incredible against the inside of my mouth and throat. Like some sort of magic potion. When I closed my eyes I could still see my hand and the bottle, three dimensional images burnt into my retina – now comprised of elaborate interlocking geometric patterns. Every time I stop moving for more than five minutes, I get that stiffness in my joints. I need to keep active. Can’t type.
+5:30 – Fucking fuck. I’m still charging like a mother fucker, but I need to stop. I’m going to kill myself the way I’m going. Cleaned most of the house already. Re-arranged the furniture; set up that office space I’ve been meaning to do for over a year. Brain function has significantly increased. This drug is more effective, in terms of practical application, than speed or meth. I find with amphetamines, I tend to jump rapidly from one thing to another. Inside my mind there are a thousand thoughts going in different directions. With DOI, I am clear/focused. The energy doesn’t have a mind of its own; it is mine.
I also seem to have increased sensory perception, particularly auditory. I could distinctly hear a conversation from my neighbor across the street, over traffic. Later, when moving a desk, I dropped a single nail onto the floor. Finding anything amongst the patterns is difficult and, on top of that, there’s very little artificial light in my house. I found the nail instantly. Found is the wrong word. I knew precisely where it was sitting, and at what angle, even though it had bounced clear across the room.
As I vacuumed the room, I noticed subtle repetitions in the random patterns of the wood. One after another, they appeared, as if illuminated. My mind, working overtime, finding order in chaos.
+6:10 – I really like DOI. It is too speedy if anything. Though, as I said, I have no idea what the dose is that I’ve taken. I would say very strong. Any more energy than this would be unpleasant. As it is, I don’t have enough to do to keep myself occupied. My body wants to keep moving constantly. Going to smoke another joint and see if that helps, but I doubt it. More of a social/practical/party drug. Not appropriate for solo introspective type trips. I didn’t realize it would be so incredibly speedy. If the weed doesn’t work to calm it down, I might eat a big chunk of cactus. The sedative effects of the mescaline would be helpful right about now. Need to re-dose on the mushrooms also, as they are wearing off. The DOI, without the mushroom kicker, is significantly less visual.
+6:25 – Making a joint with three different strains of cannabis, evenly distributed in the mix. Distant cars driving down the road sound like helicopters hovering three foot above my head. Very slight, practically undetectable, paranoia associated with the thought. Weed should fix that.
+6:40 – Smoking completely took the edge off the DOI. I am incredibly stoned, thanks to the triforce approach. Feel like collapsing into a puddle on the floor, or watching a movie. Rapid change of pace from before. Strange. It wouldn’t be possible to numb a meth rush with weed. Not significantly. That’s another major plus for DOI as an amphetamine alternative. I’m going to replace speed with it. It’s preferable in every way. The twist of psychedelic lime is nice. It’s a more effective aphrodisiac. (I jerked off earlier.) It’s cheap. Chock full of energy goodness. And, you can smother it with weed – changing it from an amphetamine-based experience to a psychedelic-based experience. The only downside, I guess, is the sixteen hour thing. But it depends on which way you look at it. As long as you have the time to accommodate a lengthier trip, you get two for the price of one. More than that, one or two mild trips, back to back, plus the equivalent your average gram of speed. Ideal for a party environment. I’m definitely going to add it to my festival menu. Need to smoke more weed.
+7:05 – Couldn’t finish the second joint. Insanely stoned. So stoned I can hardly move. I keep zoning off into a trance-like state of non-existence. Can’t keep focusing on this report. Need to go relax for a while, if that’s possible. My joints are getting stiff again, now that I’ve been inactive for a while. That’s another negative for DOI vs. speed that I forgot about. Speed has many negatives also, though; and DOI still comes out on top, IMO. My body should relax a bit more once I lie down and get comfortable.
+7:50 – Weed doesn’t last as long. Smoking is not an effective method of temporarily smothering the amphetamines. Eating weed would do the trick. Need to make some firecrackers.
+8:45 – Went to 7-Eleven to get supplies. The street lights had the usual white rays of light extending from all sides. Also, underneath each street light was a vertical bar divided up into colors. Mostly different shades and arrangements of green and purple. Each light, a different pattern –these metal mushrooms, refracting light into bar codes. The headlights of passing cars are brilliantly white. They glow in the darkness like a pair of wolf eyes.
I can’t find peanut butter for the firecrackers, so I go up to the counter. A Japanese guy that doesn’t speak English very well is doing the graveyard shift. I ask him if he sells peanut butter. I find it quite difficult to talk. I am tripping harder than I thought I was. The Japanese guy laughs, then covers his mouth. His face is turning red. I remain straight-faced. He wipes the smile off his face and says, “Is it a medical thing?” As a result of my incoherent mumbling, he heard “penis butter.” I attempted to word it out, using proper diction. I repeated it a couple of times, emphasizing peanut carefully, but it was no use. He continued to suppress the giggles; apparently, he has never heard of peanut butter.
I find it at the back of the store and showed it to him. I don’t think he didn’t make the connection. He was staring at me like a freak-show patron; trying as hard as he could not to laugh. Stoned off my head, my eyes entirely pupils, wandering around in bright red flares asking people illegibly for penis butter. A deranged drug-fiend pervert seeking sexual favors from convenience store employees.
At home, I grind up a further 2.4 grams of weed, using the two stronger strains equally in the mix, and combine it with the leftovers from the triforce. Maybe something like 2.75 grams total, into a fine powder. So fine that the fine particles clump together into normal-sized particles.
Recipe:
1. Put 250 grams of crunchy peanut butter in the bottom of a jar.
2. Sprinkle weed on top. Mix together with a butter knife. Put in microwave for one minute.
3. Transfer peanut butter onto plate.
4. Eat an entire packet of Tim-Tams, using the peanut butter as a dipping sauce.
Use 100 grams of butter, per gram of weed – as a general rule.
+9:30 – I’ve never had more than two grams of weed, orally. Eating has a muscle-relaxing quality that smoking doesn’t. I turn to jelly. Should fix up the joint-stiffness issue. Also, digestion ensures a constant and gradual ingestion of the drug so I don’t have to re-dose. There’s a possibility it will knock me out.
I’m starting to feel a little tired already.
+9:50 – Probably worth noting, DOI doesn’t affect appetite nearly as much as speed/meth/mdma. I had no trouble eating a packet of Tim Tams. Also, although I’m drinking a lot of water I don’t need to piss all the time. Not sure where the water is going. The firecrackers are yet to explode.
+10:00 – Closed-eye visuals have a higher frame rate than usual. The patterns are flickering at high speed, at least 100 frames a second, creating a hypnotizing strobe-like effect.
+11:35 – Going to go to sleep, now. Will write a conclusion in the morning.
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