Ghettotastic_bong
Bluelighter
Plugging LSA
There was a thread in the psycheldics forum about this topic, and last night, I experimented with this method of drug usage.
Aproxomently 250-300 heavenly blue morning glory seeds were separated out. It's been two weeks since I had last used any drugs in this class, so I was ready to visit the morning glory experience once again. The seeds were chewed thoroughly into a paste the consistency similar to that of toothpaste (only much less smooth). The paste was loaded into a plastic bag with a cake-decorating tip (a number 10, a round, fairly large tip). The actual insertion of the material was messy to say the least, and plugging with a pastry bag as described is not recommended. I'd use gelatin capsules if I did this again. An amount equal to about half the seed mush was successfully consumed in this method. Initial effects were felt fairly rapidly, as a general sense of empathy and one of justice (I managed to make a jackass out of my self on another forum at this time). Around half an hour later, the rest of the seed mush was consumed orally (sans the goo in the tip for sanitary reasons), and was followed 10 minutes later by use of cannabis. At this point, the trip was mostly a physical experience, my muscles tightened up. I practiced some of the self-massage techniques that I learned, often applying more force than would ever be required, and took some pleasure in the body load. I started the first record of the evening was played, blonde redhead's new album of "misery is a butterfly". Listening to the record, everything gained a slightly abstract property, giving the music sort-of coloration. I also started to think about the idea of plugging LSA at this point, and the idea that I had actually plugged with a pastry bag suddenly became hilariously bizarre.
After the record was over, I decided to smoke more cannabis, and after taking a few hits, I was dropped into a true hallicegenic state. I started experiencing very strong visuals, and lost my reference point for the size of objects, I'd describe the state as similar to flu, without the unpleasant body sensations. At this point, I decided to take a bath, and the bathroom took on the properties of a modern church. The tile patterns on the wall warped into images of steeples and podiums. I sat in wonderment of the defined features on the ceiling, and examined the patterns on the ceiling, imaging the small bumps and inconsistencies on the otherwise smooth paint job warping and somehow enhancing the overall feeling of the room. Time suddenly became something that I was unable to comprehend. It passed at seemingly random intervals, without any defined rhyme or reason, trapping in me some sort of LSA-psychosis. I realized that, and started laughing at the idea.
I then got out of the bath, and returned to my room where I lied down in my bed. I knew I’d be unable to sleep, so I sat there watching the patterns fly around me. My thoughts began to shift of the college experiences that I would most certainly have next year (I'm a graduating high school senior), and I started to think (abstractly) about a friend that I had met on a vacation not long ago. This girl was my age, and lived in a rural town in upstate New York. Suddenly, I went through some sort of ego loss and transformed from the relatively upstanding nerd that I am into a fairly ordinary teenager living in a small farm town, and I became this person. Her dreams, of moving away from the country and into the city rang true within me. I felt her summers playing down at the local fishing hole, swimming in a bright swimsuit, lived her first kiss with a boy behind the barn, and truly became this person. Now, I got up from my bed, and moved over to the turntable at the other end of the room, sitting down.
At this time, I was still in my country girl fantasy, and the headphones suddenly transformed into a small and smoky club. The music playing (air), gained a very theatric quality to it, having an abstract, almost cabaret transsexual nature to it. It seemed like a fun, albeit alien show to my rural counterpart. As the record reached an end however, it seemed time to leave this place. I felt the presence of some sort of deity and thanked them for giving me such an experience. At this point, I returned to my bed, took 50mg of Diphenhydramine, and spent the rest of the night in a very light, introspective sleep.
The next day, lethargy was noted, along with a defined afterglow.
Overall, I would say that this was a very pleasant, albeit intense experience. I'd be interested to see what other experiences blue lighters have with plugging LSA.
There was a thread in the psycheldics forum about this topic, and last night, I experimented with this method of drug usage.
Aproxomently 250-300 heavenly blue morning glory seeds were separated out. It's been two weeks since I had last used any drugs in this class, so I was ready to visit the morning glory experience once again. The seeds were chewed thoroughly into a paste the consistency similar to that of toothpaste (only much less smooth). The paste was loaded into a plastic bag with a cake-decorating tip (a number 10, a round, fairly large tip). The actual insertion of the material was messy to say the least, and plugging with a pastry bag as described is not recommended. I'd use gelatin capsules if I did this again. An amount equal to about half the seed mush was successfully consumed in this method. Initial effects were felt fairly rapidly, as a general sense of empathy and one of justice (I managed to make a jackass out of my self on another forum at this time). Around half an hour later, the rest of the seed mush was consumed orally (sans the goo in the tip for sanitary reasons), and was followed 10 minutes later by use of cannabis. At this point, the trip was mostly a physical experience, my muscles tightened up. I practiced some of the self-massage techniques that I learned, often applying more force than would ever be required, and took some pleasure in the body load. I started the first record of the evening was played, blonde redhead's new album of "misery is a butterfly". Listening to the record, everything gained a slightly abstract property, giving the music sort-of coloration. I also started to think about the idea of plugging LSA at this point, and the idea that I had actually plugged with a pastry bag suddenly became hilariously bizarre.
After the record was over, I decided to smoke more cannabis, and after taking a few hits, I was dropped into a true hallicegenic state. I started experiencing very strong visuals, and lost my reference point for the size of objects, I'd describe the state as similar to flu, without the unpleasant body sensations. At this point, I decided to take a bath, and the bathroom took on the properties of a modern church. The tile patterns on the wall warped into images of steeples and podiums. I sat in wonderment of the defined features on the ceiling, and examined the patterns on the ceiling, imaging the small bumps and inconsistencies on the otherwise smooth paint job warping and somehow enhancing the overall feeling of the room. Time suddenly became something that I was unable to comprehend. It passed at seemingly random intervals, without any defined rhyme or reason, trapping in me some sort of LSA-psychosis. I realized that, and started laughing at the idea.
I then got out of the bath, and returned to my room where I lied down in my bed. I knew I’d be unable to sleep, so I sat there watching the patterns fly around me. My thoughts began to shift of the college experiences that I would most certainly have next year (I'm a graduating high school senior), and I started to think (abstractly) about a friend that I had met on a vacation not long ago. This girl was my age, and lived in a rural town in upstate New York. Suddenly, I went through some sort of ego loss and transformed from the relatively upstanding nerd that I am into a fairly ordinary teenager living in a small farm town, and I became this person. Her dreams, of moving away from the country and into the city rang true within me. I felt her summers playing down at the local fishing hole, swimming in a bright swimsuit, lived her first kiss with a boy behind the barn, and truly became this person. Now, I got up from my bed, and moved over to the turntable at the other end of the room, sitting down.
At this time, I was still in my country girl fantasy, and the headphones suddenly transformed into a small and smoky club. The music playing (air), gained a very theatric quality to it, having an abstract, almost cabaret transsexual nature to it. It seemed like a fun, albeit alien show to my rural counterpart. As the record reached an end however, it seemed time to leave this place. I felt the presence of some sort of deity and thanked them for giving me such an experience. At this point, I returned to my bed, took 50mg of Diphenhydramine, and spent the rest of the night in a very light, introspective sleep.
The next day, lethargy was noted, along with a defined afterglow.
Overall, I would say that this was a very pleasant, albeit intense experience. I'd be interested to see what other experiences blue lighters have with plugging LSA.
