best poem ever Jeanie

I don't remember that lol!! I think I was stood further forward...

Dude, remind me to buy him a drink, since he got to live one of my dreams... pissing on something that belongs to Daft Punk.

jeanie.....I'm in the middle of my business math class and I'm biting my tounge and turning as red as a strawberry. best poem ever while out of it. I'm also kinda excited caue I just found out I aced my test in this class last week.

Rich wasn't drunk on Friday or at Bestival.

Figure it out ;)

Sure. We believe you chemicalfan! *eh hem*

Seriously, he wasn't drunk!

Title of this thread = hint!

I know chemicalfan, I get it - I was just being a little brat!

I haven't Robodosed in about half a year. This shit is fucked up. I'm tripping mad balls. You have no idea how hard a time I'm having typing. Reality is three doors down on the left right now.

I can't believe I thought this was a good idea. It's interesting, fun and even educational in a masochistic sort of way but deffo not a good idea.

(PS. Discopolis is an amazing tune.)

Fuck. I'm nearly convinced there's a rave in my basement.

hahaha

This is so embarrassing.

Hahahahaa Timmmm are you okay dude ?!

And Chemicalfan...mips and i both got a phonecall that friday that told us Acid was deffo nut drunk but VERY much in love with the world ... certain first time experiences with first time substances might have helped :-P

We love you too, Rich, And yes everything is amazing and beautiful!

hehehe, I love getting calls from people who are in love with the world.

Tim, err... I hope everything's groovy! Come back later when you can type and let us know you survived, k?

I'm alright, just buzzing in my basement.

hehehe, as long as you're OK.

I wish I had some cough syrup. Not necessarily for the buzz (all right well maybe) but I think I caught what everyone in my office has.

I had a bad hacking cough this morning in class which led me to the great idea of retrieving a bottle of syrup from the clearance bin at work. I'm quite retarded sometimes. Anyways, I was very very mangled for quite some time. That was pretty much as potent and trippy as anything I've ever experienced. (And I didn't even do that much. Only about 180 mL of 3 mg/mL DXM.) The bending of reality and flow of thoughts was extremely bizarre. A lot of stuff flashed through my head that I'll hopefully be able to use when making decisions in the near future. Wacky. Music was extraordinarily weird. Especially Discopolis.

Not quite back to baseline yet (I've got the Robowalk still) but I'm trying to study and eat some chimichangas. And I can type reasonably well.

HAHAHAHAHA Omg DXM. Worse trip of my life. I puked. People are getting fucked off of anything nowadays. I know people who take somthing crazy like 21 Gravol. Its gets you fucked but it can't be good for your kidnys. Theres also this weird plant that grows freely here called a tutura and if you eat its seeds you get an almost acid like trip. But its dangourous. People have gone blind for like two days.

I've spent the last 2 weeks basicly strung out on vicodin... I was broke, and couldn't think of a really good reason NOT to be, so there... got enough left to make it to the weekend, then a slow weening, reducing my intake from 20mgs or so a day to 10 then 5, then having enough left to enjoy some in a week or two when my tolerance has gone back down.

Dosn't vicodin like tare the lining of your stomach. I'm not one for prescriptions. I like my weed. I'm a pot head and pround. As a matter of fact im stonned off my face right now. As for chemicals its a rare. I Only do E at raves or partys and Special K was my favorite but i lost my appite for it. Where did you think the nick name "jennyk" came from. LOL. Coke is alright only done it twice and as for herione i won't touch it. Shrooms were amazing and life changing for me. I relized so much. And I'm dropping me first hit of acid sometime next month. Wish me luck

Vicodin doesn't do anything to the lining of the stomach, but it can be habit-forming. MKK knows his stuff though.

I did DXM a number of times last year, including in doses higher than today but I think today was the most it's ever hit me. I'm still not quite back to baseline, nearly 8 hours later.

Meh. I'll probably go out, have a couple beers, couple lines tonight, nothing too special. Class in the morning. We'll see. My stomach is still growling from all the sorbitol.

Vicodin can be very habit forming. It doesn't take much to build up a tolerance IME. It also makes you itch and scratch on the come down, as well gives you a bloaty feeling where in the end... in the end you're constipated. It is tempting having the vicodin around but I'd rather not. Too much of a good thing is never good and I wouldn't be able to perform my job which is dealing with a bunch of internet wackos.

I quite enjoy prescription drugs (love cough syrup) but I have one of those addictive personalities so it's best to just say when. For me anyway.

Pot - I do enjoy it very much, but that too makes the body build up a tolerance. That and the fact I don't want to be perma-stoned. It's just not good for me.

I really enjoyed ketamine but I got what I wanted out of it. I honestly to this day will never understand how people can take that shit at clubs as music is one of the most annoying things ever while on k. I had a small handful of good trips and 3 fantastics times tumbling down the rabbit hole, 1 of those times conversing with aliens as they spoke in crystalline voices while thowing smokey colorful wisps of melody at me (don't ask). :lol: The desire's gone, no need to push my luck with having a bad time so I'm OK with that.

E, I enjoy a lot. Again, recovery time is longer the older I get so fair enough not making it frequent.

Coke - enjoyable and somewhat of a guilty pleasure though it's not frequent. It can't be - I like it and if I did it frequently it would become habit. I have to draw the line somewhere. I got too much shit to do.

Hallucinogens are great if you go into the trip knowing what to expect. I haven't had a bad time on them, thankfully. But I'm not rushing out to push my luck. If the opportunity is htere and I have no responsibilities within a couple days span then OK. Otherwise it's a wasted trip and a waste of time.

The worst - and I mean absolute worst time I've ever had with drugs including the worst toilet hugging alcohol experiences was GHB. I haven't talked about this before because quite frankly, I felt like an ass for allowing something like that to happen and I still feel like an ass for even thinking about it. I think a few pages and many posts back, stash/mkk posted about trying GHB. I took a little bit and was OK. Just felt a little drunk and had some wooshy body rushes but otherwise nothing to write home about. Some time later, a neighbor came over and we spent hours sipping the stuff with juice. The thing with GHB is you feel a bit drunk, you get almost exhilirating body rushes and you feel good. It comes and goes in waves, so when you're at a low you take a little more. Then a little more. It does something to your body and brain that makes you feel you're building up a tolerance for it. But you're really not - because eventually it hits you and turns everything upside down.

So anyway, we sitting in our dining area and I started blacking out. I could hear strings of conversation going nowhere and I couldn't hold a thought together to save my life. I felt confused, I could hear my heart pounding slowly in my chest. I barely felt like I was breathing and I was too hammered to move. I was cold, freezing even though I had on a long sleeve shirt and a hoodie. One of the most terrifying things was I lost all control of my thought process and I began to panic because I didn't know where I was or who my husband was or who this strange dude (my neighbor) was trying to talk to me asking me if I was OK. I tried to hold it together but I couldn't. I felt waves of nausea and I'm not the puking kind, so I knew something wasn't right at all and I panicked. I managed to stumble my way to the bathroom where I just sat there on the toilet (the lid was closed, it wasn't full on Elvis) and hung my head over the bathtub in case I needed to vomit. But nothing ever came because I kept passing out and nodding off - then waking up terrified not knowing my surroundings. I was in my own home, but I didn't know where the fuck I was... Nothing looked familiar and I was scared. I was conscious of this but physically incapable of... anything. I was seriously out of my head more than any other time with any other drug. It was petrifying, the whole thing. I was shaking and the cold sweats wouldn't stop and I was so cold like I was dying. Finally stash came in and he woke me up as I'd passed out, led me to the bed. Sleep was horrible because it I felt conscious but unconscious the whole time. The room was a twisted swirl of blackness and I felt like I was spinning, spinning, spinning and I couldn't get comfortable or warm. I felt like I was suffocating, like a heavy cold blanket was over my mouth. stash came in to check on me a couple of times to make sure I was breathing. He was so worried... The next day I was fine. Perfectly normal physically. I felt stupid, definitely not wiser and still feel like a jack ass to this day. It was a horrible, horrible horrible fucking experience - and I'm not a novice when it comes to drugs. I know my limits. But goddamn, the obvious ones to avoid like heroin or whatever weird native south American narco-tourist jungle drugs are a given - but GHB is the absolute worst ever experience. But I guess now I know how horrible and dangerous and easy it is. That's the only good thing that came out of that!