Mutterbilk
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The drug I have kept to myself of experiencing is no more possible to describe than it is insane. Never in my life have I ever had such a crazy time with my first hit of K2, let alone ANY type of drug. Even to this day, the horrid memories of that first trip forever haunts my vision and hearing under influence of marijuana and/or any other similar endocrine or dopamine inducing. In short, "Trinity", as the type was identified, etched a neuro-scar onto my brain. While it does seem as though I may be lashing out against K2, I am merely sharing my first experience. Nowadays, I have learned to limit the pull of the chasm, as I would call it. It is much more satisfying with my ability to have control over it.
It was about a year and a half ago. My wife and I were paying a visit to her cousin, who had recently been out of jail and was living in an apartment complex. It was early in the day, about 8:00 or 9:00 when we departed. Upon our arrival, we had made ourselves a bit comfortable in the raggedy, unkempt complex. My wife's cousin left to go and get what he recently was dealing, "Trinity", but at that time I was unaware of what he was doing. Keep in mind, up to this point I had never done any form of drugs meant to effect the conscious mind, and I had no experience in controlling my tolerance. Hell, I had no idea what a tolerance was at that time.
Upon the arrival of her cousin, and his wife who he picked up on the way back, he had asked me if I wanted to try some of what he had. I, being the ignorant yet curious young adult I was, I had obviously agreed to try it. We then moved into the bathroom. The smell was awful due to inoperable plumbing, but we made do with it anyway. I remember there was a chair. A fold up kind that you often see at baseball games in the summer. I sat in that chair. Next to me was the toilet, which had a big red bottle on the top of it. Over in front of me stood the counter, where the sink was. next to the sink laid a rather large pile of the K2 and a make shift bong. When I say make-shift, it understates it quite a bit. The bong my wife's cousin had made was indeed very crafty, and was made very precisely and neat. To this day, I have never seen this craftsmanship done with a bottle and socket and a pipe. Anyway, he packed the bowl to a decent amount and hit it to show me how it worked. After a few failed attempts, he helped light the bowl as I inhaled the bad tasting smoke.
Now, remember, prior to this, I had never smoked or taken drugs, so I had no idea how long to hold it in. I remember holding it in for about 15 seconds, one single hit, and I released it with a small cough. I looked up at him with a confused face. I asked when it is supposed to do anything, but by the time I had asked, I was already scoping out. At this point, I admit I felt a strong sense of euphoria, looking around and talking about everything around me, or at least it might have been in my mind.
The scoping out got worse, though, as the edges of my vision began to ripple and fade from a gray to black on the outside. It had begun at that moment to feel as thought I was watching everything happen from that moment in some subconscious theater in which I was seated. What I talked about during that time was a complete blank to me, for I was questioning what was going on in my mind more than anything else. Apparently I had begun talking in a panicked and confused tone, for my wife and her cousin's wife came into the bathroom and began asking me questions, like if I was alright, or if I felt high. This was right about the time I had decided that the high was to out of hand, so I tried to stand up. After a few heaves, I had managed to get up. That was a horrible mistake, for as soon as I stood up, a huge rush of blood flow began, and I sat right back down. Then, the pull happened. Basically, the pull is what I call the feeling on K2 when you feel like you know what happens next, but regardless of how ready you are, it slaps you in the face. The pull is good if you are used to smoking and you are a bit familiar with patterns of a certain type. But in this case, I had been hit so hard with this pull, I had begun seeing my comprehensive state form into a constant loop, each consistent of looking at my wife and her telling me it was going to be alright over, and over. It was maddening. All this going on, hearing the faded, repeating echoes of "you're going to be alright", while a piercing beam of sound scream non-stop in my ears. I wanted it all to stop. I could feel my thoughts screaming for it to stop, but it just kept going. My awareness of my surroundings was completely lost. I was trapped in my mind for what had felt like days, but was merely a few seconds.
Just before I realized it, it dropped on me harder than anything in my life, the pull was so strong that I got put into the mental state I call "Chasm". Describing this event is harder than trying to think about how it was possible to think what I thought. My vision was completely gone from any outside sensation. I saw nothing but colors, all strewn and stricken, constantly moving, repeating. Its shape was like an awkward pentagon, with one side slanted with a small white center. It kept moving. The noise was just awful. Imagine if you put every sound you've ever heard in your entire life and you put it in one sound on a constant loop and pause. It was unbearable. My thoughts were just terrible. I told myself that I was dead and everyone on earth was dead, or that every possible algorithm of thought had been achieved and my comprehension had simply collapsed on itself. This went on for what had felt like years. It was awful. The thoughts rang on and on. If I went into full detail of what the thoughts were like, I could write a book. This isn't even the strangest part.
I am sure anyone who has taken trinity can give you the same evaluation for this next part. Patterns and images began constantly beaming to my mind and vision. Every single beam was familiar to me, and each image made sense, yet I had never seen any of those images before. It was like a constant stabbing feeling of deja vu happening time and time again for each picture and each color and sight and thought. It was like my whole life was slammed together and compressed into a series of images fed to my brain, and it was just crazy.No way to comprehend it outside of the experience. That went on for quite a while, and as it began to fade, I had actually gotten used to it and felt a bit excited and scared at the same time.
Finally, after all the bat-shit terror that had just happened, I finally came down, but even so in a twirling and confusing manor. It was much like a dream state. My wife's cousin and his wife had left, and we were upstairs, which I had absolutely no memory of going up the stairs. My wife was laying with me in the mattress that was placed in the master bedroom. It felt as though she was repeating for me to listen to her voice, and I freaked out quite a bit, but after I came down the last bit, I was in a relaxed, calm state. I had just enough time to go to work and function properly, even with the buzz lasting 3 or 4 more hours.
I have to say, while it was rather scary, and even hellish, I would do it again if I could. It was something new and completely out of comprehension.
I suggest this for anyone who has quite a bit of experience with tripping or smoking.
It was about a year and a half ago. My wife and I were paying a visit to her cousin, who had recently been out of jail and was living in an apartment complex. It was early in the day, about 8:00 or 9:00 when we departed. Upon our arrival, we had made ourselves a bit comfortable in the raggedy, unkempt complex. My wife's cousin left to go and get what he recently was dealing, "Trinity", but at that time I was unaware of what he was doing. Keep in mind, up to this point I had never done any form of drugs meant to effect the conscious mind, and I had no experience in controlling my tolerance. Hell, I had no idea what a tolerance was at that time.
Upon the arrival of her cousin, and his wife who he picked up on the way back, he had asked me if I wanted to try some of what he had. I, being the ignorant yet curious young adult I was, I had obviously agreed to try it. We then moved into the bathroom. The smell was awful due to inoperable plumbing, but we made do with it anyway. I remember there was a chair. A fold up kind that you often see at baseball games in the summer. I sat in that chair. Next to me was the toilet, which had a big red bottle on the top of it. Over in front of me stood the counter, where the sink was. next to the sink laid a rather large pile of the K2 and a make shift bong. When I say make-shift, it understates it quite a bit. The bong my wife's cousin had made was indeed very crafty, and was made very precisely and neat. To this day, I have never seen this craftsmanship done with a bottle and socket and a pipe. Anyway, he packed the bowl to a decent amount and hit it to show me how it worked. After a few failed attempts, he helped light the bowl as I inhaled the bad tasting smoke.
Now, remember, prior to this, I had never smoked or taken drugs, so I had no idea how long to hold it in. I remember holding it in for about 15 seconds, one single hit, and I released it with a small cough. I looked up at him with a confused face. I asked when it is supposed to do anything, but by the time I had asked, I was already scoping out. At this point, I admit I felt a strong sense of euphoria, looking around and talking about everything around me, or at least it might have been in my mind.
The scoping out got worse, though, as the edges of my vision began to ripple and fade from a gray to black on the outside. It had begun at that moment to feel as thought I was watching everything happen from that moment in some subconscious theater in which I was seated. What I talked about during that time was a complete blank to me, for I was questioning what was going on in my mind more than anything else. Apparently I had begun talking in a panicked and confused tone, for my wife and her cousin's wife came into the bathroom and began asking me questions, like if I was alright, or if I felt high. This was right about the time I had decided that the high was to out of hand, so I tried to stand up. After a few heaves, I had managed to get up. That was a horrible mistake, for as soon as I stood up, a huge rush of blood flow began, and I sat right back down. Then, the pull happened. Basically, the pull is what I call the feeling on K2 when you feel like you know what happens next, but regardless of how ready you are, it slaps you in the face. The pull is good if you are used to smoking and you are a bit familiar with patterns of a certain type. But in this case, I had been hit so hard with this pull, I had begun seeing my comprehensive state form into a constant loop, each consistent of looking at my wife and her telling me it was going to be alright over, and over. It was maddening. All this going on, hearing the faded, repeating echoes of "you're going to be alright", while a piercing beam of sound scream non-stop in my ears. I wanted it all to stop. I could feel my thoughts screaming for it to stop, but it just kept going. My awareness of my surroundings was completely lost. I was trapped in my mind for what had felt like days, but was merely a few seconds.
Just before I realized it, it dropped on me harder than anything in my life, the pull was so strong that I got put into the mental state I call "Chasm". Describing this event is harder than trying to think about how it was possible to think what I thought. My vision was completely gone from any outside sensation. I saw nothing but colors, all strewn and stricken, constantly moving, repeating. Its shape was like an awkward pentagon, with one side slanted with a small white center. It kept moving. The noise was just awful. Imagine if you put every sound you've ever heard in your entire life and you put it in one sound on a constant loop and pause. It was unbearable. My thoughts were just terrible. I told myself that I was dead and everyone on earth was dead, or that every possible algorithm of thought had been achieved and my comprehension had simply collapsed on itself. This went on for what had felt like years. It was awful. The thoughts rang on and on. If I went into full detail of what the thoughts were like, I could write a book. This isn't even the strangest part.
I am sure anyone who has taken trinity can give you the same evaluation for this next part. Patterns and images began constantly beaming to my mind and vision. Every single beam was familiar to me, and each image made sense, yet I had never seen any of those images before. It was like a constant stabbing feeling of deja vu happening time and time again for each picture and each color and sight and thought. It was like my whole life was slammed together and compressed into a series of images fed to my brain, and it was just crazy.No way to comprehend it outside of the experience. That went on for quite a while, and as it began to fade, I had actually gotten used to it and felt a bit excited and scared at the same time.
Finally, after all the bat-shit terror that had just happened, I finally came down, but even so in a twirling and confusing manor. It was much like a dream state. My wife's cousin and his wife had left, and we were upstairs, which I had absolutely no memory of going up the stairs. My wife was laying with me in the mattress that was placed in the master bedroom. It felt as though she was repeating for me to listen to her voice, and I freaked out quite a bit, but after I came down the last bit, I was in a relaxed, calm state. I had just enough time to go to work and function properly, even with the buzz lasting 3 or 4 more hours.
I have to say, while it was rather scary, and even hellish, I would do it again if I could. It was something new and completely out of comprehension.
I suggest this for anyone who has quite a bit of experience with tripping or smoking.
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