Limpet Chicken
Bluelighter
Ether, kratom and pot-very experienced-Blew me clean out of the water
This is from last night.
The scene: Lestat trying to get the smell of ether off of his belches whilst tracking down and apologising for incoherent posts on several forums
I hadn't had any money in a while, but decided, as I now did have, to go get some ether.
I usually wait until nobody is awake, dead of night to take ether, for some reason it just feels like a drug for darkness and self contemplation.
Anyway, I decide to pour some into a coke bottle and abuse away, for some reason the ether was pink, it shouldn't be, but it was and I couldn't get out of the house to redistill it as I had lost my door keys.
After the first few sniffs, things seemed to get darker, that ever familiar noise from the computer when its on comes back, I don't knowwhy, but i can only hear it on ether, either that, or it only sounds like that in a dissasociated state, sort of a metallic hum.
I decided I wanted to up my high, I chewed a bag of kratom I had hanging around, I might try it with tea one more time, but with chewing, all I felt different was a slight warm edge to the cold and analytical ether state, otherwise the kratom was completely drowned and left a thousand miles behind me by the all-encompassing feeling of..well..not feeling off the ether, I kept that up though by sniffing from the bottle and refilling as nessescary with 50-100 ml of ether.
After a while, I decided to try and build a joint, it was strange, I am not the best of artistic rollers, but I could roll perfectly every time, with what little weed I had left into perfect joints.
My heart nearly skipped a beat though, as I was half way through licking the gummed strip on the rizla and my dad walked in asking what the smell was, luckily he only saw me lighting up my joint, and believed my excuse of using some nondescript volatile solvent to clean my PC screen
Ether usually feels to me, like I am in a world, made of broken mirror pieces, all sharp angles, every thought a part of a fractured quasi-reality but smoking a little weed with it gave quite a warm feeling to it, and I think adding quite a bit to the visual side of it.
I don't usually smoke too much tobacco, but for some reason, I was chain smoking all night, I think the kratom, or maybe weed had something to do with that though as I never feel the urge to smoke on ether at all usually.
[edit : tsk tsk
- Meanie]
This is from last night.
The scene: Lestat trying to get the smell of ether off of his belches whilst tracking down and apologising for incoherent posts on several forums
I hadn't had any money in a while, but decided, as I now did have, to go get some ether.
I usually wait until nobody is awake, dead of night to take ether, for some reason it just feels like a drug for darkness and self contemplation.
Anyway, I decide to pour some into a coke bottle and abuse away, for some reason the ether was pink, it shouldn't be, but it was and I couldn't get out of the house to redistill it as I had lost my door keys.
After the first few sniffs, things seemed to get darker, that ever familiar noise from the computer when its on comes back, I don't knowwhy, but i can only hear it on ether, either that, or it only sounds like that in a dissasociated state, sort of a metallic hum.
I decided I wanted to up my high, I chewed a bag of kratom I had hanging around, I might try it with tea one more time, but with chewing, all I felt different was a slight warm edge to the cold and analytical ether state, otherwise the kratom was completely drowned and left a thousand miles behind me by the all-encompassing feeling of..well..not feeling off the ether, I kept that up though by sniffing from the bottle and refilling as nessescary with 50-100 ml of ether.
After a while, I decided to try and build a joint, it was strange, I am not the best of artistic rollers, but I could roll perfectly every time, with what little weed I had left into perfect joints.
My heart nearly skipped a beat though, as I was half way through licking the gummed strip on the rizla and my dad walked in asking what the smell was, luckily he only saw me lighting up my joint, and believed my excuse of using some nondescript volatile solvent to clean my PC screen
Ether usually feels to me, like I am in a world, made of broken mirror pieces, all sharp angles, every thought a part of a fractured quasi-reality but smoking a little weed with it gave quite a warm feeling to it, and I think adding quite a bit to the visual side of it.
I don't usually smoke too much tobacco, but for some reason, I was chain smoking all night, I think the kratom, or maybe weed had something to do with that though as I never feel the urge to smoke on ether at all usually.
[edit : tsk tsk
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