The EADD I'm Fucked Thread V. Post Lost in the 5th Dimension

[ordinary mind]

this is just a tikle dude to check out the local mould. I have tons of penny acids left for doing it proper, and my main field for more libs is about 45 miles away

Is this prime shrooming season then? I've never picked my own, but I've got a bus pass that gives me complete travel round my constituency and beyond, might be worth a gander.

 

[steewith2ees]

It should be but it hasn't got quite cold or wet enough to justify going to my spot. If I time it right I can walk away with 500 - 1000 in less than an hour. This is just a sample job like.

I need a car to get there,but fortunatley I had the sense to surrender my lisence when I started taking prescribed methadone Now I need a lift.

Thats just a statement not a request!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[ordinary mind]

Thats just a statement not a request!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Too late, on my way to wales in a stolen limo, see you in 6 hours

 

[steewith2ees]

So your going to pops in mine with loads of mushies on the way back? Thats providing a source, for which I amvery grateful and just to keep up appearences Id bettter infract you before sorting out the petrol moinies

Class!

 

[consumer]

It should be but it hasn't got quite cold or wet enough to justify going to my spot.

It's funny how different our shrooms are. With gold tops you need wet then hot and sunny + cow shit. Luckily you only need to eat a couple so we dont need to pick hundreds of the fuckers even though we quite often still do

 

[steewith2ees]

You only need about 20 or so liberty caps for a moderately powerful trip - I had about 22 earlier but I only pickedthem this afternoon so I didn't let them dry which increases their potency exponentially. On a proper sesh tho 50 - 100 is standard for uber madness

When we had access to cubensis type muhrooms ( a loophole in the law permitted the sale of fresh shrooms in the UK bewteen 2003 - 2006 b4 they amended the MOD act) 2 would be more than enough as they were physically huge.

 

[consumer]

You only need about 20 or so liberty caps for a moderately powerful trip - I had about 22 earlier but I only pickedthem this afternoon so I didn't let them dry which increases their potency exponentially. On a proper sesh tho 50 - 100 is standard for uber madness

When we had access to cubensis type muhrooms ( a loophole in the law permitted the sale of fresh shrooms in the UK bewteen 2003 - 2006 b4 they amended the MOD act) 2 would be more than enough as they were physically huge.

It actually doesn't matter what size they are as long as they are fully formed. I found out the hard way how potent a small one can be. They are quite variable thats why its best to dry them or make a tea. I usually eat one in the paddock though if i am not driving.

 

[steewith2ees]

It actually doesn't matter what size they are as long as they are fully formed.

Not usually they don't, but I wouldn't have eaten 100 of those mexican fellas. 2 was enough for a decent meal, never mind a massive trip. My mate, attempting to dicksize with his drug taking, stuffed 4 in his mouth raw, 5 minutes later he went totally spazzo before having a seizure. It was fucked up having to hide behind his sofa laughing my ass off while the paramedics came and sorted him out.

I'm not one to laugh at others misfortunes but I was tripping balls at the time and had to get someone else to go in the ambo with him.

I normally do 40 - 80 liberty caps in a session, but the strongest trip I ever had from those particular beauts was after taking about 25. And they were tiny.

 

[Limpet_Chicken]

Heh reminds me of this one time when The Borderline-Bitch From Hades* was still here as my housemate, and we went with an old mate of mine that I've known since I was a kid, a proper mad'ead too (got done for attempt murder, got away with it, and last time I heard of him he's in the hospital having shattered near enough every bone in his, and somebody else's body. A good lad actually, despite, he really isn't a bad person just has a knack and a half for getting into some right situations haha.

We went up to this spot on the moors that he tipped me off was top notch as a lib spot. So up we went, with The Borderline Bitch From Hades in tow (who had come over from the states, and she was very sheltered in that respect. Had never done any recreational drugs at all before she met me, and even then she'd only had hash and skunk cakes at the time (couldn't smoke it as the fucking bitch is asthmatic, may she choke the next time she sucks old Nick's damned dick, so we baked it for her when we got stoned together)

Never had any idea about shrooms, other than that they exist. She had to help me back home, because I'd been doing my harvesting, and going 'one for the bag, one for me, one for the bag, one for me, two for the bag, two for me, a handful for the bag, handful for me'. We'd been picking for hours, snuffling about on bended knees, she seemed like she was a bit off, if you know what I mean, just...different. Slightly tripping from skin absorption, or eating a few when the rest of us hadn't seen. But nothing like what was to happen to me.

And after a while, they hit me, hit me like a fucking truck, she noticed my eyes had pupils blown up like dinnerplates, and I was all wobbly on my feet. I have absolutely no idea how many I ate that day, but it felt like at least the equal to 60-70g of dried P.tampanensis sclerotia. Had to get the bus back home, with the Borderline-Bitch From Hades assisting me to get on and pay the driver because I could no way on this earth, even attempt to count money (I am severely dyscalculic anyway, so not too good at it sober as a priest) and grinning like a marmoset on IV crystal meth, giggling at the ooohhhhlightsdoyuseetheprettylighttsesessswheeeeheeheehees

That trip with the Tampanensis was the only mushroom trip bar one I can even come close to comparison to.

Other one being what happened after we took a good many grams of P.cyanescens each, after actually beginning to trip pretty solidly from the act merely of cleaning the damp fruitbodies, having absorbed the equivalent of about a bit more than a half to three quarters of a gram dry from just the skin contact, before we either of us ate any. Those mushrooms were STRONG little buggers, the cyans.

The skin absorption episode, happened after we'd gone at her insistence to the local macdonalds because she was hungry and she'd been having cravings recently at that time for hash browns. So I took her, since she'd refused outright to go out on her own without me there, although she knew the way, to macdonalds so she could have her hash browns and I could get me some eats with her. And, lo! and behold; as we left, I spotted a mushroom, growing in the woodchip beds where the hedging was. Went, me being me and not being able to resist checking out an unknown specimen of fungal life sprouting from it's substrate.

And...it proved to be Psilocybe cyanescens on closer inspection, and it was not on its lonesome either. It was the herald, one amongst a veritable army of wavy-caps.
So we had to both of us go back into the macdonalds and beg a couple of free (empty) happy-meal cartons each, explaining that we needed them to get that many mushrooms back home, in the pissing rain and needed spare cartons in case they got wet through. We were granted my request, and off we went. Filled every one of those happy meal boxes ful-l of wavycaps, in a pretty wet state.

Had to clean all the woodchips and woodlice off the little beggars, using kitchen towel roll to wipe them clean of muck and capture the woodlice for release once we finished.
And after more than an hour into cleaning the big pile, of which there was a pound or two easily, wet weight, I turned to talk to the Borderline Bitch From Hades, and whilst we were talking, at first I pointed out to her, that her eyes were blown up huge, asked her how many she'd eaten, because while she'd had a trip before, from our liberty cap picking outing, needed to tell her that Cyanescens is much, much more potent than what she might expect and not to wolf them down without consulting me as to coming to a consensus about what we were going to dose and effect to aim for. The fucking cunting whore from the faecal abyss and dental-flosser-with-the-scrotum-hair-of-satan-himself told me 'none', and I hadn't seen her eat any either. Was there most of the time. Actually for one lonely femtosecond in the bitch's filthy vile existence, I believe her on that particualr statement.

But, slowly yet surely, we both began to giggle and laugh something nutty, our pupils expanded and basically, from just absorbing psilocin/psilocybin from our fingertips holding mushroom after mushroom, cleaning each one individually, their being fresh in from a drenching in the rain, not soggy just soaked piss wet through we both of us had absorbed a fair bit from my identification of that patch, and I knew she wasn't lying, from the physical autonomic signs she was displaying, the way she was acting could have been faked sure but not the eyes. And I realized I was feeling it strongly myself, no slight hint of doubt, I, and she, were both tripping good and proper. And as we continued to clean and de-duff-icate the mushies, it actually got to the point where we were having enough difficulty speaking to each other that we eded up resorting to sign language rather than verbal communication, and carrying our conversation on employing ASL, in fits and stops and starts, rapidly signing back and forth to each other in between the inter-shroom breaks whilst our fingers were free.


She had no IDEA how hard those lil brutes were going to smack her (and me) sideways when we actually went so far as to consume some, once they'd all been spore printed to make sure no Galerinas were in there (there was a single rusty brown spore print in amidst the entire harvest, which we of course, well, which I, instantly removed from the haul.

I'm not sure how much she took, but >2.5g, possibly as many as 5g of dried P.cyanescens! She took some, and then went to lay down in her bedroom, the room that formerly hosted my lab, which whilst for the duration of her stay, I took down and mothballed all my equipment and chemical reagents, vials of projects and the stacks of printed journal articles, and then put a bed in the room for her. Went to lie down, and I think, get on her computer to use her internet connection that I'd let her share with me, put a line through into her room etc.

And suddenly, after myself going to lie down in my own room, listening to music and turning the lights out, getting on my own computer whilst I began to come up, so I could have a nice relaxing devouring session amongst the scientific literature available through pubmed, the next thing I knew she suddenly came running, shot in through the door like a bullet from a gun, mumbled something totally incoherent, did this kinda, little jump up and down once in the air, then pelted out into the bathroom, and I heard a loud and distinctive, absolutely unmistakeable 'hooorrrkkkknnghhhargnhkghh arkghkargkhharkg horkgh hork-sporoorkgh khhmmnnhhhgnarkh-splorsh! hork-kasploorrsh!-ing noice weaving, wavering, flickering and wobbling from the bog and traveling thus to mine porches of mine ears. Then she pelted back in to my room, stood at the door, then proceeded immediately to spew on my carpet violently, althoigh thankfully there was little left but a splattering-worth of stomach-juice and semidigested mushrooms. I helped The Bitch From Hades back to her room, stayed in there with It for a while, made sure she was alright, fixed things up so she had a drink if needs be, cleaned my own room of her insides on their little jaunt outside then went back to my journal-munchery and rocketing up to a thorough +++ (1/2+). The Bitch, by this time, and me both were proper madly sprunted, absolutely bollocksed off our tits.

And these, were damn potent even for cyans, compared to other Cyanescens I'd had before

The nuttiest thing though about it all, circumstance-wise, was the look she had in her eyes. They were blown-pupilled, as to be expected, but the main thing was this weird look she was wearing, she had this strange manic glinting stare on her face, hard to describe in words, but kinda creepy seeing as it was being worn on the skull of TFBBFH.

But it was funny at the same time, because she didn't have much experience at all with drugs, as I said up previously as per this post, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, although almost regressive, autistic mannerisms and little speech at all. (she IS autistic mind you, as I am, although she s more aspie and I turn much more towards the Kanner's phenotype on the spectrum. But she was really strongly coming over as, temporarily, classic Kanner's-ey autistic-kind of autistic, if that makes sense. The really speshul kind, my usual phenotype, whilst she tripped FAR and away out of her box. Although, aside from her having to go hork up repeatedly on her come-up, she still seemed to be having a good time, although she was totally uncommunicative, but seemed to be smling anyhow.

Good time had by both, although for me at least, a solid, intense plus three and a quarter to plus three and a half when I'd fully come up. Entities (human form, phantom old fisherman's wife, holding armfulls of green, algae-covered clams in their shells, on board a sailing type fishing ship that moved along through a ghost ocean guided along on golden fine braided barbed wire, above it, like the inverse of a railway track)

 

[Limpet_Chicken]

As for me now, I'm just lazing about, relaxing on a solid whack of IV morphine from a little bit earlier, 2-3 0.19mg tablets of pramipexole, 20-24mg zanaflex (tizanidine), and just some gabapentin although I don't find it recreational at alll, per se. as well as a couple of cimetidine tablets to extend the duration of and potentiate my morphine. And just swallowed a heminevrin, whilst I lay on the sofa, sprawled out on a quilt with my feet up, nice and comfeh-like. Eyelids somewhat ptotic, drinking blue bubblegum flavour pop, got a big bag of irn-bru flavour boiled hard sucking candy, as well as a bunch of multipacks of twix bars and quite a few tubes of parma violets for crunching candy, listening to Eisbrecher on the headphones plugged into my laptop, surfing BL, and some really interesting articles online, on the subject of ligand-trapping by ionotropic glutamate receptors, as well as reading new posts on a favourite clan.chem forum. Just out of interest of course.

Every time I close my eyes for more than an augenblick (forgot the fucking word in english dammit..a longer than a blink, a flicker, but a brief yet continual closed state of the eyes) I find myself having those nodding kind of trip-visions one gets with a good opiate dose and drifting off. Wuvvly.

 

[ordinary mind]

Got a chance to try some real nice coke along with my ket tonight. I never got onboard with the whole CK1 thang before and honestly thought it sounded a bit silly but I will happily admit I was way wrong.

Oh man....... they compliment, synergise, potentiate and take the edges/derpiness off each other in all the right ways! Even their scents blend quite nicely, the coke anaesthetises the minor but still annoying burn from the ket, AND the coke stops your nose from getting congested from the ket! Match made in heaven imo, doubt I'll ever spend money on coke again without getting some ket to go alongside it, blows the opioids and coke combo out the water in terms of fun and feels sooooo much more wholesome and than doing coke while real fuckin' drunk.

Still got a nice buzzzzzz, off to bang some drums, good feels all round %)

 

[Limpet_Chicken]

hbbReminds me of times spent shooting balls of diphenidine/methoxphenidine mixture with ethylphenidate. Lovely.

Another kinda upper(ish) natured one I really liked, was AMT and MXE. Concentrating on the AMT side of things, dose wise, intranasal and with plugged MXE in repeated smallish doses. Had a LURRRRVELY hike in a local forest on that, about 40-50mg of some AMT base I had around, and brought a wee bottle of water, measuring syringe and a bag full of methoxetamine. Spent the day picking, not supper, because I'd no appetite whatsoever due to the twacky nature of AMT, but next morning's fried breakfast. Or at least the mycophagous entree portion thereof. Found, as sometimes I do there in that woodland, a goodly number of plump, firm brown birch boletes, a few parasols, and as usual if I go to that place, plenty tasty fly agaric (prepared right, they are indeed quite a tasty species, in the culinary sense, and as a spice as well, in fact its one of my absolute favourite spices of all, along with pink peppercorns, and peppery boletus (Chalciporus piperatus, a parasite of fly agaric that gives a lovely sharp, biting taste and respectable fire to various meat dishes) Found lots of charcoal-burners too, a mild creamy tasting member of the brittlegills (Russula species, a genus very similar, and closely related to Lactarius, the milk-caps, although the Russulas do not bleed when cut or broken, but very similar to the genus Lactarius in most other respects) Some poisonous species but not lethally so, bar one nasty customer, R.subnigricans, which causes severe, and potentially fatal rhabdomyolysis (destruction of muscle tissue, which then floods the kidneys with toxic breakdown products in the bargain. Fortunately R.subnigricans is a foreign species. I don't know if it does occur at all here but not common if it does so), if I am not mistaken the toxin is a cyclopropane-based, quite small molecule that is shared with the often and long considered a choice edible, Tricholoma equestre, or the knight on horseback,, this latter species was for a very long time thought a very good edible and indeed in current guidebooks is still listed as so more often than not.

However there emerged cases recognized relatively recently in which people who had eaten of it multiple times within a week or two, almost in every single case having consumed fair quantities for at least three meals in a week to somewhat over a week, then suffered rhabdomyolysis, severe and extremely painful, can't remember if anyone died, but its a nasty way to be poisoned, causing as in Russula subnigricans poisoning pretty much the melting of people's muscles. One meal or two of moderate size appears to be at least relatively safe enough, as long as one does not go all customs&excise on them, but all the same if one is going to eat the man on horseback thene they should exercise restraint in the quantity consumed and time frame/number of meals eating them. I personally have never tried them. I've never found any to try, either for that matter.

I've just had my evening fix, a subcut shot of morphine, mixed with a few pramipexole and clonidine tabs, few gabapentin 300s per os.

 

[ordinary mind]

hbbReminds me of times spent shooting balls of diphenidine/methoxphenidine mixture with ethylphenidate. Lovely.

I've combo'd these a few times to drastically different effects. First time I had been seshing meph with a mate the night before, we came up with a plan to record some acoustic tunes under this tunnel/bridge thing that gave a really good echo effect, but when morning came, the meph ran out and my friend left to do something (can't remember what) I started fiending and ended up trying some diphenidine to try and cushion the comedown a bit but turned into a gibbering wreck. When my mate got back and saw me he was like "naw this is no good man" and went back to his place to get ethylphenidate to "sharpen me up" (we lived real close to each other). I didn't actually think it would work, but within a minute of doing a line I went from being unable to string a sentence together to being totally functional and able to go and work recording equipment in a public place with no problem. Was really surprised at how effective the ethyl counteracted the diphenidine.

On the other hand, after a night of partying on ethyl with no sleep at our flat warming in my last flat, a low dose of diphenidine caused me to have strong enough OEVs in a dark room that I genuinely thought there was a load of folk from the party the night before in the flat..... until I saw one of the party members was the grim reaper, and realised I was actually just tripping serious balls.

Good times, but I'd happily die never touching any of those drugs again!

 

[Wenlock]

I've combo'd these a few times to drastically different effects. First time I had been seshing meph with a mate the night before, we came up with a plan to record some acoustic tunes under this tunnel/bridge thing that gave a really good echo effect, but when morning came, the meph ran out and my friend left to do something (can't remember what) I started fiending and ended up trying some diphenidine to try and cushion the comedown a bit but turned into a gibbering wreck. When my mate got back and saw me he was like "naw this is no good man" and went back to his place to get ethylphenidate to "sharpen me up" (we lived real close to each other). I didn't actually think it would work, but within a minute of doing a line I went from being unable to string a sentence together to being totally functional and able to go and work recording equipment in a public place with no problem. Was really surprised at how effective the ethyl counteracted the diphenidine.

On the other hand, after a night of partying on ethyl with no sleep at our flat warming in my last flat, a low dose of diphenidine caused me to have strong enough OEVs in a dark room that I genuinely thought there was a load of folk from the party the night before in the flat..... until I saw one of the party members was the grim reaper, and realised I was actually just tripping serious balls.

Good times, but I'd happily die never touching any of those drugs again!

Never say never.

 

[Limpet_Chicken]

A wee bit of dipropionylmorphine, and some heminevrin. I'd have liked to have had more of the former certainly, but didn't have enough morphine for more prope. Still, beats the shit out of morphine any day of the week, and should keep me going for the day.

 

[Limpet_Chicken]

Blehh, I'm feeling overloaded after the videogaming all-nighter I just pulled. Actually a close to 4 day and 3 all nighters in a row, setting up a live capture of an enemy critter that often doesn't at all EVER show up in a game until way beyond when it can be interrogated. A hard case too. But after putting together the stunner-packing, HEAVILY armed tactical squad, taking along a tank in tow to keep it distracted (game is X-com terror from the deep, first out in '92) with constant shelling in the face haha, got the bastard, alive and without the team taking any fatalities.

Time I go and pop my last chlormethiazole, then meander off and start knocking up some chlorobutanol to keep me sane and seizureless whilst I then go on to do the same for some more chlormethiazole. Got enough thiamine/vitamin B1 to make maybe 10g if I am thorough and lucky. Last synth was a writeoff, because whilst I succeeded in preparing the chlormethiazole base, I made the huge mistake of underestimating its sensitivity to temperature, and attempted to distil it at atmospheric pressure because I didn't ,want to fuck about setting up the vacuum pump. And the result, was that it underwent thermal cracking to some manner of sulfidey, mercantaney abomination that well and truly stank to high heaven. Ended up saying to myself bollocks to even attempting to purify it and salvage the job, because fuck ME it stank something horrendous.

 

[Bella Figura]

Still feeling groggy as fuck - thankfully don't have to spend the day entertaining anyone but myself now. Gonna head out in a couple of hours and drink a regrettable amount.

 

[ordinary mind]

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DX1N0j65H-0

 

[Limpet_Chicken]

Bought a bottle of robitussin, had three quarters. About to down the rest to stave off opioid WD. Got to try demethylating DHC to a few doses of dihydromorphine, then acylation. Only got enough DHC from two boxes worth of paramol, afraid to even open the reagent neccessary however, because I am on crutches, shaky, and my god if its as potentially foul as the last mercaptan I ever encountered one drop could raise one HELL of a stench. Someone tells me this particular mercaptan is not so abominably putrescent. But, it only takes a few mg of impurities. This is beyond ACS grade stuff, its biotech research grade stuff, but sheeesh, you know the expression once bitten twice shy? doesn't even BEGIN to cover what the horrific experience with the last mercaptan I had truck with was like. Good god, burning clothing, after bagging it and removing it from the public vicinity. People ran away and crossed the street because of the brutal sulfurous rotting flesh stench from the foullest pits of hell. Well not quite. That would be reserved for isocyanides and maybe selenides and certain arsenic derivatives. But fuck me, Do Not Want To Go There. Cottons first, plug result. Because even thinking about that week gives me the shakes.

 

[breakcorefiend]

Acquired 2 bags of actually potent as fuck gear and got an 8th of some lovely weed, estimate the bags to weigh 0.25/0.3 each 1 bag has provided me with a ton of euphoria and good vibes when combined with the weed and a cup of tea,
A nice relaxed saturday night lays ahead for me, what you reprobates up to?