Suntoucher
Bluelighter
Before I start, I should say that this was one of the stupidest things I've done, and would not recommend anyone try a drug for the first time without friends around, or reading up first.
I got home from work a few Saturdays ago, was playing some music and was pretty bored. At around six pm, I decided to try some "supergrass", I actually obtained this from a friend who had to leave town because her ex boyfriend (cocaine and so on dealer, how she got it), was gonna kill her. This was a parting gift. I hadn't been game to try it for like, three months or so, but decided to try this.
It was PCP sprayed onto marijuana, which was pretty strong by the looks of things, but the crystals could easily have been PCP rather than THC for all I know.
After I had smoked the first cone (605pm maybe), I felt the familiar relaxation of THC kick in, along with a quite cheerful feeling. I was chatting on the net, cracking jokes, and generally being jovial. Because of these positive effects, I took another cone at 620ish. The effects continued, but physicially, my heart rate increased, and my muscles seemed stiff and filled with fluid. My mind, however, was racing onto other things, I write philosophy as a recreation, and I was furiously scribbling stuff down, even if it was just pictures.
I continued to smoke two more cones, and was done around 7pm. My folks had gone to bed (they go early), and I was by myself in my den. I became intensely paranoid, KNOWING I was going to die. Exactly how this transformation occured I'm not sure, but I know nausea was the first bad sign. I began to sort of stumble around the room, walking in a bizarre manner. I collapsed on the floor, after just screaming maniacally. I then remembered my parents were in the house, and grabbed a pillow, screaming and crying. I was so afraid, I've never felt anything like it, fear was at my very core, of everything. Just imagine everything being a threat, pens looked like knives. Well, that's not entirely correct, they had the CONNOTATION of knives. I went to the door, trying to summon my strength, but as I touched the handle, I felt this rush of air under the door, and I was convinced I was being sucked into a black hole in my living room.
At that time (I'm completely guessing, but maybe 8pm, I ran for the couch, grasping at it's bottom, still nauseated, trying to hold onto my life, waiting for non existence to take me in excrutiating pain. I blacked out for the shortest period of time, though when I looked at the clock on the computer, I focused especially hard, and noticed "847pm" appear. I slowly walked to the door, out into the living room, and into the bathroom, where I vomited violently, blood coming out everywhere. My eyes began hurting, the back of them feeling like it was pinched and squeezed, when I finally got up, I looked into the mirror to see that I had no pupils! I collapsed on the floor as my legs gave way, and crawled to my room again.
I got into the chair, shivering violently, occasionally talking to the room, asking it to finally finish me, and how I was sick of the ice (?). My friend began talking to me on MSN, and I tried to respond, but I was hopelessly paranoid, I tried to feel my face, and it was like liquid. This incited another screaming fit, my body was coated in a thick, clear, cold liquid (actually sweat I think). I thought this was how it would end, a bit like the blob. I cried, and tears ran down to my mouth, I didn't breathe as much as possible, and passed out for very short periods of time again. I also remember Aphex Twin playing on my stereo, and me throwing myself around, the breakbeats seemed to be the house yelling at me, much like a demon.
The next time I know was 1132pm, and I noticed my eyes were bleeding. I didn't know it was my body, and just sat back, completely seperated from the world, all that seemed to exist was fear, always fear, different types though, all my worst fears seemed to come forward.
The room filled with spiders, then seemed to crush me, each time, I'd sit perfectly still, my pupiless eyes flittering all over the place, I could barely see, everything was blurred.
I felt like living death, merely a soul waiting to die. There were several trips to the bathroom, blood falling from my mouth, and less often, my eyes. I concluded I was possessed by a demon, and decided to cut myself open to release it. When I touched my neck with the knife, I couldn't even feel it, fortunately, I could also not feel my hands, and I dropped the knife, and stumbled around the house.
I can't remember much after that, except that things physically remained the same, but my mind eventually lost it's fear, and everything that went with it. After sleep (the next day at around 7ish, I think - can't remember), the effects mentally were gone, but I looked like death physicially, and my eyes hurt for a week.
I got home from work a few Saturdays ago, was playing some music and was pretty bored. At around six pm, I decided to try some "supergrass", I actually obtained this from a friend who had to leave town because her ex boyfriend (cocaine and so on dealer, how she got it), was gonna kill her. This was a parting gift. I hadn't been game to try it for like, three months or so, but decided to try this.
It was PCP sprayed onto marijuana, which was pretty strong by the looks of things, but the crystals could easily have been PCP rather than THC for all I know.
After I had smoked the first cone (605pm maybe), I felt the familiar relaxation of THC kick in, along with a quite cheerful feeling. I was chatting on the net, cracking jokes, and generally being jovial. Because of these positive effects, I took another cone at 620ish. The effects continued, but physicially, my heart rate increased, and my muscles seemed stiff and filled with fluid. My mind, however, was racing onto other things, I write philosophy as a recreation, and I was furiously scribbling stuff down, even if it was just pictures.
I continued to smoke two more cones, and was done around 7pm. My folks had gone to bed (they go early), and I was by myself in my den. I became intensely paranoid, KNOWING I was going to die. Exactly how this transformation occured I'm not sure, but I know nausea was the first bad sign. I began to sort of stumble around the room, walking in a bizarre manner. I collapsed on the floor, after just screaming maniacally. I then remembered my parents were in the house, and grabbed a pillow, screaming and crying. I was so afraid, I've never felt anything like it, fear was at my very core, of everything. Just imagine everything being a threat, pens looked like knives. Well, that's not entirely correct, they had the CONNOTATION of knives. I went to the door, trying to summon my strength, but as I touched the handle, I felt this rush of air under the door, and I was convinced I was being sucked into a black hole in my living room.
At that time (I'm completely guessing, but maybe 8pm, I ran for the couch, grasping at it's bottom, still nauseated, trying to hold onto my life, waiting for non existence to take me in excrutiating pain. I blacked out for the shortest period of time, though when I looked at the clock on the computer, I focused especially hard, and noticed "847pm" appear. I slowly walked to the door, out into the living room, and into the bathroom, where I vomited violently, blood coming out everywhere. My eyes began hurting, the back of them feeling like it was pinched and squeezed, when I finally got up, I looked into the mirror to see that I had no pupils! I collapsed on the floor as my legs gave way, and crawled to my room again.
I got into the chair, shivering violently, occasionally talking to the room, asking it to finally finish me, and how I was sick of the ice (?). My friend began talking to me on MSN, and I tried to respond, but I was hopelessly paranoid, I tried to feel my face, and it was like liquid. This incited another screaming fit, my body was coated in a thick, clear, cold liquid (actually sweat I think). I thought this was how it would end, a bit like the blob. I cried, and tears ran down to my mouth, I didn't breathe as much as possible, and passed out for very short periods of time again. I also remember Aphex Twin playing on my stereo, and me throwing myself around, the breakbeats seemed to be the house yelling at me, much like a demon.
The next time I know was 1132pm, and I noticed my eyes were bleeding. I didn't know it was my body, and just sat back, completely seperated from the world, all that seemed to exist was fear, always fear, different types though, all my worst fears seemed to come forward.
The room filled with spiders, then seemed to crush me, each time, I'd sit perfectly still, my pupiless eyes flittering all over the place, I could barely see, everything was blurred.
I felt like living death, merely a soul waiting to die. There were several trips to the bathroom, blood falling from my mouth, and less often, my eyes. I concluded I was possessed by a demon, and decided to cut myself open to release it. When I touched my neck with the knife, I couldn't even feel it, fortunately, I could also not feel my hands, and I dropped the knife, and stumbled around the house.
I can't remember much after that, except that things physically remained the same, but my mind eventually lost it's fear, and everything that went with it. After sleep (the next day at around 7ish, I think - can't remember), the effects mentally were gone, but I looked like death physicially, and my eyes hurt for a week.
