Pulpo
Bluelighter
I'll keep this short, so you don't get bored and skip parts or leave altogether.
Self + Location:
Male, 17, 175 lbs., Low level of depression, Usually smoke at 11:00PM outside the house, and come back into my room to lay down.
HISTORY:
High 30ish Times over past two years. I have been smoking over the past 4 months, like around 1.5x a week, 75% of the time is K2 Summit, 25% of the time various drag-kush.
Cutting a lot of background info. out here, I'll just skip to the space part...
So basically, I found 2 roaches I had forgotten about, and gleefully rolled the synthetic pot out and got it ready for smoking. For the past 3 months, I haven't went 4 days without smoking this. This time, it would be 3 weeks of sobriety being broken.
T 0:00 Lite up the first bowl. Take the fattest motherfucking rips ever. I swallow the spit in the back of my throat, while my lungs are completely filled with smoke thick like a cigarettes. As I swallow, smoke spurts out my nose. I am basking in this green hit, and I don't blow out until 20 seconds later... Still thick smoke, barely cleared up. Continued this until the first bowl was nothing but ash, I made sure of that thoroughly.
T+ 0:04 I'm back in my room, climbed through the window. That wasn't easy, I hit my foot on a cardboard box making a super loud noise. I would've never done that sober. Struggling to make another bowl (wanted to save it at first, but decided to get super duper mega stoned)
T+ 0:11 Took me a long time to figure out how to get outside. I ended up using the back-door. This took heaps of courage, and planning out possible consequences with a confrontation with either parent, sibling, or even dumb barking dog. Complex thought processes, very narrow though, are flowing through my head, as I unlock my door, and baby-step my way out the back door.
T+ 0:12 I made it outside. I look over at one of the two bulldogs, in the backyard. It is a goat. I tried my best to sort out the mat it was laying on from the dog, but couldn't. I saw a goat, even with my glasses on. I was in a trance, staring at this hellish figure. Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. right before the fires rose, I snapped out of it, and lit up the second bowl.
T+ 0:15 My hand-eye coordination is horrible. I was holding the flame about 2 inches from the bowl, sucking through the pipe 100% sure it was lighting. It wasn't. The only way I could possibly get this second bowl done for was by holding the glass pipe away from me, VERY CAREFULLY examining where the fire was, and putting it on the bowl. I would then put the pipe to my lips and suck. My body was beginning to reject the smoke, it knows it's in for one helluva ride.
T+ 0:18? All 4 limbs are shaking, uncontrollably. I felt like I could make them stop if I had to. I tried, and couldn't. I knew it wasn't going to get any better. I remembered the goat. I looked at it. As I looked into it's onyx eyes, I was dumbfounded by it's hellish beauty. I fell backwards, landing on my ass. Realising it's not going to get any easier, I climb along the wall of the outside of my house, near pitch-black outside, back to the back door of my house. At this point, My mind is being absolutely fucked with. I go into this waaaaay deep trance, no idea what it was about, but it was like some mini-game that I had to complete to get back in the house. After solving it, I snapped back into reality, opened the back door, and passed by my brother as I walked into my room. My brother was just an illusion I figured, after I got a better look at it. Then I got an evern BETTER look at it, and it really was him. I just hobbled to my room. I think he thinks I was just fucking with him. I hope that...
T+0:21 Peak. Peak. Peak. Peak. Peak. I was peaking. I knew that another bowl would put me at ??? in the chart of how high you are. I was just, "In Space." If I thought about a person next to me, a person next to me would appear. I thought, "video game." Next thing I know, I'm in a fucking jet, shooting at other planes. This was all in my mind, but I could feel things that I thought on my body too. I'm glad I did this alone, because in reality I probably looked like something along the lines of a guy in his underwear tapping his thumbs, one eye twitching, the other wriggling uncontrollably. I was FUUUUCKED up. After I snapped out of this trance, I walked to my bed.
T+ 0:24? Layed down, I think it was just starting to wane, but just barely. Probably not. Maybe. I was soo fucking high, who cares. So what if a multi-billionair loses $500, he's still a multi-billionair.
I click play on my iPod, not even knowing what the hell is going on. I forgot I smoked. "Something is wrong with my head, and I like it," I thought. I have no re-collection of the first song. The second that played which is "Rock it" by Gorillaz, which can be heard here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZq1s1QBtgQ
Blew me away. My entire being was sucked into a tangent universe, and I could only look through holes from this alternate to check and see waht is happening in real life. It would completely envelope me after those glances, and I would be back in this wierd place. It's more than hard to explain what this tangent existince was like, but I'll try my best...
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Ok, so first off, I was not me. I was in a different body, peering out of my own occasionally. The music seemed to trigger me back into this fuzzy midnight blue realm. This was all in my mind. It's remotely like a dream state, where imagined things become a bit of reality. Through all of this, my body was going through convulsions, a little worse then when my limbs were shaking outside, but not nearly so bad that I'd hurt myself. My eyes would twitch up and down, like machines, which was part of the mindfuck I was going through.
The mindfuck can best be described by a throught processing gate being opened. This is fucking hard to say, it's like telling a blind man what the colour red is.... Anyway, imagine having thoughts come to you. Your brain is strangely active in random patterns, making puzzles for you to swim through, only, deeper and more complex than that... ... uhmm.... . . . . I give up, I'll just leave it at I reached a slight ??? state, while dipping back into space.
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T+ 0:29 I felt like from 24 minutes to 29 minutes in was about a weeks worth of time. My internal clock was spinning rapidly, uncontrollably. The only reason I knew it was about 5 minutes between the craziest mind-fuck was that I looked at my iPod, and it was 5 songs in. This took what felt like an hour to figure out, but lmfao it was 5 seconds.
T+ 0:30 Still peaking, I got this crazy idea. I thought of this super hot girl from my school. She came to life. I swear to fucking christ, she was in my room. I saw her undress herself, come down, and suck my dick. It felt so good, I dare say, I am not a virgin anymore. Synthetic Pot sexed me. I didn't reach orgasm, the girl faded into skin into blah blahh blahhhh eye twitches and more freely-flowing thoughts made me think about sex in a tangent, like I was in fuzzy skin... Can't remember so well..
T+ 0:33 Going into more mindfucks. I don't want to talk about it, too hard.
T+ 0:45 Starting to come back to reality. The first signs of the ride being slowed down are showing, but just barely. I could still imagine stuff, and it would appear.
T+ 0:55 Ok now things are really coming down. I am still mega fucked up, but the visuals are a little scarce.
T+ 1:00 I'm now at a familiar level of being stoned. I'm at the point where I'm comfortable to talk to REALLY close friends, but nothing more. You could figure out I'm high in 2 seconds.
T+ 1:30 Fading down, I'm now High
T+ 1:50 Somewhere around an intermediate high. Fading, fading, down until,
T+ 3:30 Sober.
Thanks for reading. I think I am the first to enter into convulsions and stuff on JWH-018, and not have any problems with it. This is the absolute, best experience I have had to date, on any type of drug, ever. I patiently await replies.
Self + Location:
Male, 17, 175 lbs., Low level of depression, Usually smoke at 11:00PM outside the house, and come back into my room to lay down.
HISTORY:
High 30ish Times over past two years. I have been smoking over the past 4 months, like around 1.5x a week, 75% of the time is K2 Summit, 25% of the time various drag-kush.
Cutting a lot of background info. out here, I'll just skip to the space part...
So basically, I found 2 roaches I had forgotten about, and gleefully rolled the synthetic pot out and got it ready for smoking. For the past 3 months, I haven't went 4 days without smoking this. This time, it would be 3 weeks of sobriety being broken.
T 0:00 Lite up the first bowl. Take the fattest motherfucking rips ever. I swallow the spit in the back of my throat, while my lungs are completely filled with smoke thick like a cigarettes. As I swallow, smoke spurts out my nose. I am basking in this green hit, and I don't blow out until 20 seconds later... Still thick smoke, barely cleared up. Continued this until the first bowl was nothing but ash, I made sure of that thoroughly.
T+ 0:04 I'm back in my room, climbed through the window. That wasn't easy, I hit my foot on a cardboard box making a super loud noise. I would've never done that sober. Struggling to make another bowl (wanted to save it at first, but decided to get super duper mega stoned)
T+ 0:11 Took me a long time to figure out how to get outside. I ended up using the back-door. This took heaps of courage, and planning out possible consequences with a confrontation with either parent, sibling, or even dumb barking dog. Complex thought processes, very narrow though, are flowing through my head, as I unlock my door, and baby-step my way out the back door.
T+ 0:12 I made it outside. I look over at one of the two bulldogs, in the backyard. It is a goat. I tried my best to sort out the mat it was laying on from the dog, but couldn't. I saw a goat, even with my glasses on. I was in a trance, staring at this hellish figure. Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. right before the fires rose, I snapped out of it, and lit up the second bowl.
T+ 0:15 My hand-eye coordination is horrible. I was holding the flame about 2 inches from the bowl, sucking through the pipe 100% sure it was lighting. It wasn't. The only way I could possibly get this second bowl done for was by holding the glass pipe away from me, VERY CAREFULLY examining where the fire was, and putting it on the bowl. I would then put the pipe to my lips and suck. My body was beginning to reject the smoke, it knows it's in for one helluva ride.
T+ 0:18? All 4 limbs are shaking, uncontrollably. I felt like I could make them stop if I had to. I tried, and couldn't. I knew it wasn't going to get any better. I remembered the goat. I looked at it. As I looked into it's onyx eyes, I was dumbfounded by it's hellish beauty. I fell backwards, landing on my ass. Realising it's not going to get any easier, I climb along the wall of the outside of my house, near pitch-black outside, back to the back door of my house. At this point, My mind is being absolutely fucked with. I go into this waaaaay deep trance, no idea what it was about, but it was like some mini-game that I had to complete to get back in the house. After solving it, I snapped back into reality, opened the back door, and passed by my brother as I walked into my room. My brother was just an illusion I figured, after I got a better look at it. Then I got an evern BETTER look at it, and it really was him. I just hobbled to my room. I think he thinks I was just fucking with him. I hope that...
T+0:21 Peak. Peak. Peak. Peak. Peak. I was peaking. I knew that another bowl would put me at ??? in the chart of how high you are. I was just, "In Space." If I thought about a person next to me, a person next to me would appear. I thought, "video game." Next thing I know, I'm in a fucking jet, shooting at other planes. This was all in my mind, but I could feel things that I thought on my body too. I'm glad I did this alone, because in reality I probably looked like something along the lines of a guy in his underwear tapping his thumbs, one eye twitching, the other wriggling uncontrollably. I was FUUUUCKED up. After I snapped out of this trance, I walked to my bed.
T+ 0:24? Layed down, I think it was just starting to wane, but just barely. Probably not. Maybe. I was soo fucking high, who cares. So what if a multi-billionair loses $500, he's still a multi-billionair.
I click play on my iPod, not even knowing what the hell is going on. I forgot I smoked. "Something is wrong with my head, and I like it," I thought. I have no re-collection of the first song. The second that played which is "Rock it" by Gorillaz, which can be heard here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZq1s1QBtgQ
Blew me away. My entire being was sucked into a tangent universe, and I could only look through holes from this alternate to check and see waht is happening in real life. It would completely envelope me after those glances, and I would be back in this wierd place. It's more than hard to explain what this tangent existince was like, but I'll try my best...
**************************
Ok, so first off, I was not me. I was in a different body, peering out of my own occasionally. The music seemed to trigger me back into this fuzzy midnight blue realm. This was all in my mind. It's remotely like a dream state, where imagined things become a bit of reality. Through all of this, my body was going through convulsions, a little worse then when my limbs were shaking outside, but not nearly so bad that I'd hurt myself. My eyes would twitch up and down, like machines, which was part of the mindfuck I was going through.
The mindfuck can best be described by a throught processing gate being opened. This is fucking hard to say, it's like telling a blind man what the colour red is.... Anyway, imagine having thoughts come to you. Your brain is strangely active in random patterns, making puzzles for you to swim through, only, deeper and more complex than that... ... uhmm.... . . . . I give up, I'll just leave it at I reached a slight ??? state, while dipping back into space.
***************************
T+ 0:29 I felt like from 24 minutes to 29 minutes in was about a weeks worth of time. My internal clock was spinning rapidly, uncontrollably. The only reason I knew it was about 5 minutes between the craziest mind-fuck was that I looked at my iPod, and it was 5 songs in. This took what felt like an hour to figure out, but lmfao it was 5 seconds.
T+ 0:30 Still peaking, I got this crazy idea. I thought of this super hot girl from my school. She came to life. I swear to fucking christ, she was in my room. I saw her undress herself, come down, and suck my dick. It felt so good, I dare say, I am not a virgin anymore. Synthetic Pot sexed me. I didn't reach orgasm, the girl faded into skin into blah blahh blahhhh eye twitches and more freely-flowing thoughts made me think about sex in a tangent, like I was in fuzzy skin... Can't remember so well..
T+ 0:33 Going into more mindfucks. I don't want to talk about it, too hard.
T+ 0:45 Starting to come back to reality. The first signs of the ride being slowed down are showing, but just barely. I could still imagine stuff, and it would appear.
T+ 0:55 Ok now things are really coming down. I am still mega fucked up, but the visuals are a little scarce.
T+ 1:00 I'm now at a familiar level of being stoned. I'm at the point where I'm comfortable to talk to REALLY close friends, but nothing more. You could figure out I'm high in 2 seconds.
T+ 1:30 Fading down, I'm now High
T+ 1:50 Somewhere around an intermediate high. Fading, fading, down until,
T+ 3:30 Sober.
Thanks for reading. I think I am the first to enter into convulsions and stuff on JWH-018, and not have any problems with it. This is the absolute, best experience I have had to date, on any type of drug, ever. I patiently await replies.
