queenscarlet88
Bluelighter
I've smoked a lot of pot and done some psychedelics, but never before tried synthetic cannabinoids of any sort -- to my knowledge, though it wouldn't surprise me to learn someone had previously sold some to me and called it "weed."
The stuff was called "K2" and was quite cheap at $20 for three grams. I smoked it time after time, and each experience was like a distilled, less-tethered-in-reality weed smoking session. I'll relate the most memorable occasion.
I smoked before a four hour math class because the K2, unlike most actual marijuana, seemed to enhance my cognition for the first hour and a half or two after smoking (after which the typical pot-fog would descend; the class, being divided into two sessions with a break in between, seemed an ideal venue for smoking).
Playing chess while on the K2 previously had been a smashing success; I had been able to almost see all the intersecting lines of all the possible movements for each piece at once, the "lines" shimmering across the squares of the board, strategies flowing effortlessly into my consciousness.
The math teacher was an hour late owing to traffic. I had smoked in my car right before pooling into the campus parking lot, and had smoked more than ever before. I became extremely high.
My every observational faculty was heightened. Looking around the class, I perceived those around me as true human beings, picking up effortlessly on gesture, on tone, on all the little subtexts of human interaction which I usually miss owing to the thrall of my oblivious self-absorption.
I was able to juggle multiple strands of thought within my head at once. I began writing furiously, filling up six lined notebook pages in the hour, while listening in on multiple conversations around me, transcribing choice bits. I felt like my old, pre-drug myself, myself in the flower of puberty, able to write effortlessly regardless of distractions in the vicinity -- yet enhanced, with a social awareness I had never before possessed!
After smoking again, I began feeling extremely overwhelmed, bodily. I'm not sure if that makes sense. It wasn't a particular physical sensation, just an overall heaviness that, paradoxically, made me feel less a part of the world around me.
Walking out of the class, I became intensely aware of my own nature as an organism -- a sloppy agglutination of ceaselessly interacting molecules, constantly breaking down and rebuilding itself, toxins assailing from all sides, oxidation constant, and everyone and everything around me just the same. A flash of a rectangular-jawed cave drawing came into my head, along with the insight that perhaps the caveman was trying to express the -- I don't know how to put it.
It was a connection between what I saw looking into the mirror on mushrooms, the stretching and shrinking of my face (perhaps a representation of molecular interaction), and a certain cave drawing image I had once seen. Anyway, this isn't making sense, so I'll quit while I'm behind. ;D
Rewarding and worthwhile, but I don't know if I'd do it again. The intensity was so great, the tolerance so steep, and the overall feel of the experiences just so ... queer.
The stuff was called "K2" and was quite cheap at $20 for three grams. I smoked it time after time, and each experience was like a distilled, less-tethered-in-reality weed smoking session. I'll relate the most memorable occasion.
I smoked before a four hour math class because the K2, unlike most actual marijuana, seemed to enhance my cognition for the first hour and a half or two after smoking (after which the typical pot-fog would descend; the class, being divided into two sessions with a break in between, seemed an ideal venue for smoking).
Playing chess while on the K2 previously had been a smashing success; I had been able to almost see all the intersecting lines of all the possible movements for each piece at once, the "lines" shimmering across the squares of the board, strategies flowing effortlessly into my consciousness.
The math teacher was an hour late owing to traffic. I had smoked in my car right before pooling into the campus parking lot, and had smoked more than ever before. I became extremely high.
My every observational faculty was heightened. Looking around the class, I perceived those around me as true human beings, picking up effortlessly on gesture, on tone, on all the little subtexts of human interaction which I usually miss owing to the thrall of my oblivious self-absorption.
I was able to juggle multiple strands of thought within my head at once. I began writing furiously, filling up six lined notebook pages in the hour, while listening in on multiple conversations around me, transcribing choice bits. I felt like my old, pre-drug myself, myself in the flower of puberty, able to write effortlessly regardless of distractions in the vicinity -- yet enhanced, with a social awareness I had never before possessed!
After smoking again, I began feeling extremely overwhelmed, bodily. I'm not sure if that makes sense. It wasn't a particular physical sensation, just an overall heaviness that, paradoxically, made me feel less a part of the world around me.
Walking out of the class, I became intensely aware of my own nature as an organism -- a sloppy agglutination of ceaselessly interacting molecules, constantly breaking down and rebuilding itself, toxins assailing from all sides, oxidation constant, and everyone and everything around me just the same. A flash of a rectangular-jawed cave drawing came into my head, along with the insight that perhaps the caveman was trying to express the -- I don't know how to put it.
It was a connection between what I saw looking into the mirror on mushrooms, the stretching and shrinking of my face (perhaps a representation of molecular interaction), and a certain cave drawing image I had once seen. Anyway, this isn't making sense, so I'll quit while I'm behind. ;D
Rewarding and worthwhile, but I don't know if I'd do it again. The intensity was so great, the tolerance so steep, and the overall feel of the experiences just so ... queer.
