Bromo-Dragonfly(?) -- 4th time -- Hearts Blotter
On friday night i had rolled on some red scorpians, and knew they were good rolls. During rolling on these scorpians i had the realization that i had "lost the magic." I was somewhat pissed off that, i had not only did not roll that night, but i did not sleep. The next morning i go into work and call up my dealer and ask him for two hits of this "hearts blotter." very small blotter, maybe half the size of a normal blotter, but twice the thickness. It is my 4th time tripping on this stuff, and im still completly confused on the chemical. It is too small to be 5-meo AMT. But it is deffinantly not acid. Onto the trip.
I asked my dealer whether it would be smart doing this stuff after not sleeping the night before, he told me no. I get home, and find out that i have to stay home and im completly bummed. I try my hardest to fight off the urge to take the hit in my drawer but the overwhelming boredom takes over. I drop the hit at about 9:15 and sit on my computer waiting for the trip to come on. With good acid, you should be feeling the first signs of a trip within fifteen minutes. Hour one passes with absoultly no sign of being high. Half way through hour two, my stomach starts becoming somewhat naseus, not nearly the nasuea associated with 5-meo AMT, but a noticible naseau. Still no high. I get thirty minutes into hour three and feel slightly high, like i took a small dose of speed. At this point im rather disapointed, because i feel like i am not going to trip tonite.
Between T+3:30 and T+4, things begin to get intense and i realize im in for quite a trip. As i start to trip, im talking to people thru AIM, and am just generally doing a normal rutein. This begins to get boring, and i begin researching the prohesies layed out by the mayan calander. A few days before when i was stoned i had heard people talking about the end of days happening in 2012, and being predicted by the mayan calander. GREAT thing to research while tripping alone. Around me the room starts to morph into a mayan looking temple and as i am reading this, i feel the end of days coming, and prohesies being told. I am realizing that this is a great way to have a bad trip, so i log off the internet, and lay down on my bed in complete darkness. This is where the fun of the trip begins.
I had burned a cd, with all sorts of music on it. As each song played, my trip completly trasnformed into something else. When I played the techno song sandstorm, all of my visuals cut off, and i felt like i was in complete ecstacy. I felt as if i had taken 4 amazing rolls, and that the magic was back, it was completly blissfull. As soon as that song ended, the gorillaz song "Feel good inc." began to play. As this song was playing I saw hundreds of shrooms, all carrying guns, in this sort of cartoonish animation all around me. It felt as if i was downtown, watching shootings between criminal mushrooms. It was very intense and so visually interesting! I was amazed that just one hit in a dark room could create so many visuals!
I decided that it was time to turn off the music, and take advantage of the trip. I sat in complete silence, and just thought about many things. The meaning of life, questions about morality, questions about love, the string theory, the cosmos, so many thoughts crossed my mind in such a short period of time. I was amazed at my ability to think so clearly. I felt as if i had never thought so clear in my life. I felt that this was sobriety and i was living my life in a state of confusion and a "trip." I felt as if my life was just one long trip.
The thinking came to a quick and utter halt, and this is where shit got weird. I got a piece of hair in my mouth, and in an attempt to get it out, i felt as if a spider was weaving a nest in my mouth. This nest slowly went down bak thru my mouth until it encompassed my toungue and went bak into my throat. i felt a bad trip coming on, so i quickly called a friend and had him talk me down. I felt better, as i hung up i thanked him.
I work at a taco bell, and am just starting to learn spanish but know very little. I started to feel very disacociated and watched my body from above. I saw two of my friends, speaking in a very prounounced spanish. (i was alone in my room). it was T+9 hours and i wanted to sleep, because i had work the next day. I could not sleep, i was kept awake by hours upon hours of a conversation in spanish that i could not understand. It was just very very bizzare.
Finally morning comes around and it is now T+14 hours. I feel like im slightly coming down, but im still tripping very hard. Im very tired and i meet a friend before work to smoke a bowl. I figure that smoking a bowl will help me get through my day since im tired. I was wrong..... as soon as i took my first puff, everything began to go into slow motion.
Im a cashier at a fast food resturaunt, and i am attempting to help people with their orders. Everything is SOO slow, and im trying my hardest to compensate by going very fast, but an extreme paranoia is making me feel as if everyone is on to me. Everyone knos what im doing. Just my luck, the district manager comes in to review us. He interviews me and i try my best to act normal.
I go home and it is now T+24 hours, and im STILL tripping slightly. Such a crazy experiance, This substance is a lot of fun, but duration can get a little bit on my nerves. Id just realy like to know what it is! When i did two hits the duration was closer to 30 hours. I got a raise the next day because the distirct manager "lliked my style." HA, who would of thought.
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On friday night i had rolled on some red scorpians, and knew they were good rolls. During rolling on these scorpians i had the realization that i had "lost the magic." I was somewhat pissed off that, i had not only did not roll that night, but i did not sleep. The next morning i go into work and call up my dealer and ask him for two hits of this "hearts blotter." very small blotter, maybe half the size of a normal blotter, but twice the thickness. It is my 4th time tripping on this stuff, and im still completly confused on the chemical. It is too small to be 5-meo AMT. But it is deffinantly not acid. Onto the trip.
I asked my dealer whether it would be smart doing this stuff after not sleeping the night before, he told me no. I get home, and find out that i have to stay home and im completly bummed. I try my hardest to fight off the urge to take the hit in my drawer but the overwhelming boredom takes over. I drop the hit at about 9:15 and sit on my computer waiting for the trip to come on. With good acid, you should be feeling the first signs of a trip within fifteen minutes. Hour one passes with absoultly no sign of being high. Half way through hour two, my stomach starts becoming somewhat naseus, not nearly the nasuea associated with 5-meo AMT, but a noticible naseau. Still no high. I get thirty minutes into hour three and feel slightly high, like i took a small dose of speed. At this point im rather disapointed, because i feel like i am not going to trip tonite.
Between T+3:30 and T+4, things begin to get intense and i realize im in for quite a trip. As i start to trip, im talking to people thru AIM, and am just generally doing a normal rutein. This begins to get boring, and i begin researching the prohesies layed out by the mayan calander. A few days before when i was stoned i had heard people talking about the end of days happening in 2012, and being predicted by the mayan calander. GREAT thing to research while tripping alone. Around me the room starts to morph into a mayan looking temple and as i am reading this, i feel the end of days coming, and prohesies being told. I am realizing that this is a great way to have a bad trip, so i log off the internet, and lay down on my bed in complete darkness. This is where the fun of the trip begins.
I had burned a cd, with all sorts of music on it. As each song played, my trip completly trasnformed into something else. When I played the techno song sandstorm, all of my visuals cut off, and i felt like i was in complete ecstacy. I felt as if i had taken 4 amazing rolls, and that the magic was back, it was completly blissfull. As soon as that song ended, the gorillaz song "Feel good inc." began to play. As this song was playing I saw hundreds of shrooms, all carrying guns, in this sort of cartoonish animation all around me. It felt as if i was downtown, watching shootings between criminal mushrooms. It was very intense and so visually interesting! I was amazed that just one hit in a dark room could create so many visuals!
I decided that it was time to turn off the music, and take advantage of the trip. I sat in complete silence, and just thought about many things. The meaning of life, questions about morality, questions about love, the string theory, the cosmos, so many thoughts crossed my mind in such a short period of time. I was amazed at my ability to think so clearly. I felt as if i had never thought so clear in my life. I felt that this was sobriety and i was living my life in a state of confusion and a "trip." I felt as if my life was just one long trip.
The thinking came to a quick and utter halt, and this is where shit got weird. I got a piece of hair in my mouth, and in an attempt to get it out, i felt as if a spider was weaving a nest in my mouth. This nest slowly went down bak thru my mouth until it encompassed my toungue and went bak into my throat. i felt a bad trip coming on, so i quickly called a friend and had him talk me down. I felt better, as i hung up i thanked him.
I work at a taco bell, and am just starting to learn spanish but know very little. I started to feel very disacociated and watched my body from above. I saw two of my friends, speaking in a very prounounced spanish. (i was alone in my room). it was T+9 hours and i wanted to sleep, because i had work the next day. I could not sleep, i was kept awake by hours upon hours of a conversation in spanish that i could not understand. It was just very very bizzare.
Finally morning comes around and it is now T+14 hours. I feel like im slightly coming down, but im still tripping very hard. Im very tired and i meet a friend before work to smoke a bowl. I figure that smoking a bowl will help me get through my day since im tired. I was wrong..... as soon as i took my first puff, everything began to go into slow motion.
Im a cashier at a fast food resturaunt, and i am attempting to help people with their orders. Everything is SOO slow, and im trying my hardest to compensate by going very fast, but an extreme paranoia is making me feel as if everyone is on to me. Everyone knos what im doing. Just my luck, the district manager comes in to review us. He interviews me and i try my best to act normal.
I go home and it is now T+24 hours, and im STILL tripping slightly. Such a crazy experiance, This substance is a lot of fun, but duration can get a little bit on my nerves. Id just realy like to know what it is! When i did two hits the duration was closer to 30 hours. I got a raise the next day because the distirct manager "lliked my style." HA, who would of thought.
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