Gverdi420
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Message #11097 posted by Gverdi420 (Info) May 10, 2007 04:43:51 ET
In Reply to: Re: Crazy drug trips.... (this should be a sticky! posted by del... (Info) May 02, 2007 15:39:39 ET
Holy snappin duck gizzards! The last time (and I really mean LAST) I munched down a pile of blue meanies I honestly thought I was going insane. I have smoked weed for the last decade or so, most of the time more than I should but the last time I ingested psilocybe cubensis was freakin craaaazy. The evening started out with an appetiser of good quality bud and a puke inducing blend of vodka and cheap red wine. At this stage in the evening my best buddy and I sojourned to kitchen where he pulled out a sad looking freezer bag of dried, ground mushrooms. They did not look promising. Still, they were free so what the hell? In not time flat we had mixed them with chocolate milk and gulped down the nasty concoction. Nosing deeper into the bowels of my mate's freezer I discovered a piece of blotter. Interesting, I says to meself. We ate half of that each too. It turned out to be a fizzer, nada effect at all, or so we though for the first 40 minutes or so. At this stage in this idiotic exploit the buzz from the weed was mellowing out nicely, Ren and Stimpy was on the DVD and all was well. Sprawled on the floor of the lounge room we sat in front of the heater and smoked cigarettes for a bit. My peripheral vision started to get all twitchy, small movements at the edge of my field of vision were starting to spook me. I got up and discovered that my legs had started to turn to rubber from the knees down. Sinking to the floor, I rolled onto my side and gazed at a large rug hanging on the wall. It was at this point that the whole deal began to go bad... The intense black and white pattern of the rug had begun to disassociate itself from the wall and lash around the room like a solar flare. Oh shit, i thought to myself, I hope this acid has started to level out, realising a second later that I was speaking out loud. My buddy Daniel hauled himself up to a sitting position and grinned like a baked cheshire cat. All of a suddden the trip got twice as intense, but only in weird waves of visual and auditory distortion. It was now that we realised what stupid clowns we were, the acid had been mild as an avocado, the mushrooms were now taking us somewhere we did not want to go! For a brief while hilarity set in and we rolled on the floor cackling and drooling like idiots. Then the muscle cramps in our spines set in. Curled up in a foetal position is not how I usually spend a Friday night, but that night I no longer had a choice. Every word of nonsense I spoke now came back through my ears as a bizarre, garbled distortion, sounding more like the demonic growl of some weird ass Metal singer. The cramps became more intense and in the dark, crampy world behind my eyes I started to talk to atoms and smaller particles as we all vibrated at various screwed up frequencies. I rolled over to where my buddy was lying, twitching like a rabid hyena to check that he was still ok (not that I could have done anything about it anyway). It got darker and I curled up and tried to sleep it off, by now it was the early hours of the morning. I vaguely remember hearing my buddy drag himself off to his bedroom where he snored so loud that it sounded like he was gargling a chainsaw. Exhaustion kicked in and I slept like the dead. The drive home the next day was surreal, I kept thinking that there were things in my rear view mirror that clearly were not there. I wont even bother to post the insane babble that I scrawled on a piece of paper at the height of this insanity, weird stuff like Jesus is really just the stuff that holds all the electrons together... Thank you for reading this fellow traveller. In hindsight (always 20/20) I should not have had the half an acid trip with the weed and the mushrooms. Such is life...
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