phoenixrain88
Bluelighter
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Last night:
My boyfriend and I smoked maybe a fourth of a gram of 5x extract. The first hit I took, I had an immediate sensation of a presence entering my body. I made wings with my arms and flapped one, then the other. My internal mental chatter was utterly silent. I was simply moving and being. Each hit afterward produced calmness and somewhat mellowed speech. For hours afterward, however, I was horribly agitated, and fixated on death and on ideas of torture by malevolent entities.
This morning:
I took a hit and it felt like marionette strings were attached to my right arm and to my heart. Again I was moving and being. Then a voice -- there are goosebumps on my arms and the little hairs are standing up as I type this, twelve hours after it happened -- in my head, a mocking and mewling voice combining all the loathing and contempt and vicious relish that could be imagined, told me, "It's time to die." I leaned over the side of the balcony as my skull heated up. It was as though steam had filled the inside of my skull, and was expanding outward. My skull was hotter and hotter and felt like it was about to burst and I screamed to my boyfriend, who was with me, "My head is so hot." Hotter and hotter and then a female voice, a voice maintaining a semblance of coolness yet clearly highly concerned, said, "Live live live live." And I lived.
The feeling of "strings" in my arm could also be described as a sharp, shooting feeling in the arm, accompanied by one in my chest. Pot has given me feelings like this as well, and I don't know if it's just anxiety, or if it's something to do with the physical presence of smoke in the body.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_salvia
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_firsttime
exptype_neutral
exptype_difficult
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
My boyfriend and I smoked maybe a fourth of a gram of 5x extract. The first hit I took, I had an immediate sensation of a presence entering my body. I made wings with my arms and flapped one, then the other. My internal mental chatter was utterly silent. I was simply moving and being. Each hit afterward produced calmness and somewhat mellowed speech. For hours afterward, however, I was horribly agitated, and fixated on death and on ideas of torture by malevolent entities.
This morning:
I took a hit and it felt like marionette strings were attached to my right arm and to my heart. Again I was moving and being. Then a voice -- there are goosebumps on my arms and the little hairs are standing up as I type this, twelve hours after it happened -- in my head, a mocking and mewling voice combining all the loathing and contempt and vicious relish that could be imagined, told me, "It's time to die." I leaned over the side of the balcony as my skull heated up. It was as though steam had filled the inside of my skull, and was expanding outward. My skull was hotter and hotter and felt like it was about to burst and I screamed to my boyfriend, who was with me, "My head is so hot." Hotter and hotter and then a female voice, a voice maintaining a semblance of coolness yet clearly highly concerned, said, "Live live live live." And I lived.
The feeling of "strings" in my arm could also be described as a sharp, shooting feeling in the arm, accompanied by one in my chest. Pot has given me feelings like this as well, and I don't know if it's just anxiety, or if it's something to do with the physical presence of smoke in the body.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_salvia
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_firsttime
exptype_neutral
exptype_difficult
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
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