Psychedelics_r_best
Bluelighter
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Well, without much paying attention to proper dosage I ground up about 40 grams of morning glory seeds and relocated the grounds into a glass full of lemonade, which quickly turned into something much less tasteful than lemonade. I took my dog for a walk, gulping down this horrendously unpalatable concoction, then vomiting most of it back up within fifteen minutes. I sat down on a curb and accidently spilled the rest, but I had already got down a fair deal of the mess.
I got back home at 9:46 AM, after vomiting into the bushes profusely, and hung around my house for a bit. I could gradually feel energy emanate through my body and I felt quite marvelous. At about 10:30 I walked down to the canyon with a sack of weed, a homemade little apple pipe, and a lighter, listening to music on my cd player. I wound my way down the basin of the canyon amidst the pampas grass and mesquite bushes until I found a suitable tree to inhale my greenage under. I smoked three rather corpulent bowls over a period of perhaps 15 minutes to half an hour, and was soon rocketed out there. Due to the vast scope of this space I call out there, a thorough description would be meaningless, and therefore "out there" shall have to do.
I capitulated under this tree, laying facing skyward at its twisting branches, with the tendrils of low growing bushes hanging directly over my eyes. The colors of the canyon, yellows, red, faint greens, arranged themselves in bright and appealing images. As I looked up at the tree its trunk grew up through the tiers of the air and soon became indistinguishably high, seeming to grow and reach many miles into the sky. Its trunk was ridden with shadows and knots, that grew and morphed into faces of many demeanors, held company by various other patterns and creatures that seemed to be teeming within the bark. I closed my eyes to be greated by continuously morphing scapes of clouds and cartoon animals that spouted from the corners consecutively from preceding patterns. Colors, shapes, ideas, words, ideas seemed to swirl throughout my head like the pervading air around me. I became one with the ground. I felt the earth reach around me and draw me into its warmth. I could not move. I was at one with the earth, absorbed within the ground viewing all that the earth had to offer.
At a culminating point in the music I was listening to I opened my eyes to be greeted by a visual masterpiece and the most vigorous feeling I had ever felt. It rushed over my body and came in waves repetitively. No words can dictate how good that feeling felt. The sun pulsated its warmth through my body as I looked up into the branches of that intensely tall tree. The clumps of leaves morphed into dreamcatchers, adorned with purple glass shingles of eyes. The tree started spinning and lifted off into the air, and I was plastered to its roots as it left the ground. I lay there, plastered to the roots of the tree for about half an hour, flying on this dreamcather tree to wherever it pleased to take me. I soared over landcapes of infinte morphing colors, grasslands stretching out into the distance, all the while with the purple shingle glass eyes looking down on me, being envigorated by the sun-sending orgasms of warmth through my body.
After about half an hour, at the conclusion of the first song on the album I was listening too, I decided I must be rising and getting home. Upon my arousal I found I was terribly stuporous and could barely walk. I stumbled down to the path, terribly uncoordinated, vomited once more, and collapsed in the bushes less than 15 yards from the tree. I lay there staring up into the vast blue sky, tentacles of grasses fringing my vision in delightful patterns. It did not much matter if I had my eyes open or closed, I was presented with myriad wonders of colors and images either way. The sun still shot its orgasms of warmth through my body, but I felt underlyingly bad. There was quite a sexual sequence of ideas and feelings writhing through me. I was faced with ideas and images of numerous tortures and torments of the human body and mind, that were inseperable from what I was experiencing. I was not in control of my body, it felt as if my whole existance was being raped, though with unpending pleasure as the sun pulsed within me. I was being taken care of.
I lay there, subjected to sounds, images, and colors. The distant freeway seemd to wind around my head, a distant jackhammer seemed to ride down the path next to me. I tried to get up once more to find I was completely unable to move my arm, since I had been laying on it and had cut of circulation. I managed to rise, yet could not walk and merely stumbled about ten paces and collapsed in another set of bushes. My throat was dry, I was hungry, I was thirsty, I was exhausted, and I could not walk. I had been laying and stumbling with the sun beating down on me for about three hours, much in the way of the descriptions of the preceding paragraphs, before I was able to rise and meakly push myself back home.
I was entirely exhausted and delerious. I found my mom had left me some slices of delectible homemade pizza in my room for me to eat accompanied by a note that stated she would be back home around 3:00. As I looked at the clock it read precisely 2:46. I managed to take the tray outside into our garden, but was unable to eat anything. My parents arrived shortly, so I stumbled to my room with the pizza and collpased in my bed. I drank a glass of cold lemonade, which massaged and filled every crevice of my dry throat, rushing in cascades of cool relief. I slept and lay in my bed until about 6:00, when I ate some dinner, and departed with my mom to a play at the Old Globe Theater in Balboa Park. A gargantuan eucalyptus tree stretched into the sky in the pavilion. It seemed so majestic, reaching there with unparalleled majesty and beauty among the vain architectures of men. I let the play amuse me, unfettered by the dimming effects of the morning glory.
I got back home at 9:46 AM, after vomiting into the bushes profusely, and hung around my house for a bit. I could gradually feel energy emanate through my body and I felt quite marvelous. At about 10:30 I walked down to the canyon with a sack of weed, a homemade little apple pipe, and a lighter, listening to music on my cd player. I wound my way down the basin of the canyon amidst the pampas grass and mesquite bushes until I found a suitable tree to inhale my greenage under. I smoked three rather corpulent bowls over a period of perhaps 15 minutes to half an hour, and was soon rocketed out there. Due to the vast scope of this space I call out there, a thorough description would be meaningless, and therefore "out there" shall have to do.
I capitulated under this tree, laying facing skyward at its twisting branches, with the tendrils of low growing bushes hanging directly over my eyes. The colors of the canyon, yellows, red, faint greens, arranged themselves in bright and appealing images. As I looked up at the tree its trunk grew up through the tiers of the air and soon became indistinguishably high, seeming to grow and reach many miles into the sky. Its trunk was ridden with shadows and knots, that grew and morphed into faces of many demeanors, held company by various other patterns and creatures that seemed to be teeming within the bark. I closed my eyes to be greated by continuously morphing scapes of clouds and cartoon animals that spouted from the corners consecutively from preceding patterns. Colors, shapes, ideas, words, ideas seemed to swirl throughout my head like the pervading air around me. I became one with the ground. I felt the earth reach around me and draw me into its warmth. I could not move. I was at one with the earth, absorbed within the ground viewing all that the earth had to offer.
At a culminating point in the music I was listening to I opened my eyes to be greeted by a visual masterpiece and the most vigorous feeling I had ever felt. It rushed over my body and came in waves repetitively. No words can dictate how good that feeling felt. The sun pulsated its warmth through my body as I looked up into the branches of that intensely tall tree. The clumps of leaves morphed into dreamcatchers, adorned with purple glass shingles of eyes. The tree started spinning and lifted off into the air, and I was plastered to its roots as it left the ground. I lay there, plastered to the roots of the tree for about half an hour, flying on this dreamcather tree to wherever it pleased to take me. I soared over landcapes of infinte morphing colors, grasslands stretching out into the distance, all the while with the purple shingle glass eyes looking down on me, being envigorated by the sun-sending orgasms of warmth through my body.
After about half an hour, at the conclusion of the first song on the album I was listening too, I decided I must be rising and getting home. Upon my arousal I found I was terribly stuporous and could barely walk. I stumbled down to the path, terribly uncoordinated, vomited once more, and collapsed in the bushes less than 15 yards from the tree. I lay there staring up into the vast blue sky, tentacles of grasses fringing my vision in delightful patterns. It did not much matter if I had my eyes open or closed, I was presented with myriad wonders of colors and images either way. The sun still shot its orgasms of warmth through my body, but I felt underlyingly bad. There was quite a sexual sequence of ideas and feelings writhing through me. I was faced with ideas and images of numerous tortures and torments of the human body and mind, that were inseperable from what I was experiencing. I was not in control of my body, it felt as if my whole existance was being raped, though with unpending pleasure as the sun pulsed within me. I was being taken care of.
I lay there, subjected to sounds, images, and colors. The distant freeway seemd to wind around my head, a distant jackhammer seemed to ride down the path next to me. I tried to get up once more to find I was completely unable to move my arm, since I had been laying on it and had cut of circulation. I managed to rise, yet could not walk and merely stumbled about ten paces and collapsed in another set of bushes. My throat was dry, I was hungry, I was thirsty, I was exhausted, and I could not walk. I had been laying and stumbling with the sun beating down on me for about three hours, much in the way of the descriptions of the preceding paragraphs, before I was able to rise and meakly push myself back home.
I was entirely exhausted and delerious. I found my mom had left me some slices of delectible homemade pizza in my room for me to eat accompanied by a note that stated she would be back home around 3:00. As I looked at the clock it read precisely 2:46. I managed to take the tray outside into our garden, but was unable to eat anything. My parents arrived shortly, so I stumbled to my room with the pizza and collpased in my bed. I drank a glass of cold lemonade, which massaged and filled every crevice of my dry throat, rushing in cascades of cool relief. I slept and lay in my bed until about 6:00, when I ate some dinner, and departed with my mom to a play at the Old Globe Theater in Balboa Park. A gargantuan eucalyptus tree stretched into the sky in the pavilion. It seemed so majestic, reaching there with unparalleled majesty and beauty among the vain architectures of men. I let the play amuse me, unfettered by the dimming effects of the morning glory.
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500 for a first time wouldn't be smart, actually 500 really isn't needed for the full effects.