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One time I saw my face in the third person as I moved to my door and it was like I could see just one solid trail of where I existed at each moment and that all of time was just one connected tube from my fetus to my corpse
 
>noobweed is the best one just don't believe da joos when they tell you it's not addictive
>Alcohol would suck as a daily drug of choice but fun sometimes + beer is aryan
>Tobacco is brimstone evendoe I vape sometimes because I'm not addicted and it's like a whippet o algo. I will say however FUCK noobcacaotreal women who smokes cigarettes indoors that shit is fucking disgusting
>Cocaine kills you
>Meth is good for shadow work and I guess it works medically for some things but most people do it wrong/shouldn't do it at all
>Synthetic opioid "painkillers" are just heroin in fancy hats
>Hydrocodone barely even has a high and makes me sick
>I transheart tramadol for actual pain relief doebeit
>Also literally nopony dislikes oxy even if they say otherwise
>Benzos with the exception of valium are mid but in a good way doebeit, except xanax that drug genuinely scares me (coming from me of all people)
>Muscle relaxers are aryan for actual pain relief and soma also for recreational use
>Gabapentin is aryan lyrica is aryan, if alcohol had a rush like stimulants they'd feel like that. Main difference between the two is duration, basically gaba lasts the same as smoked noobweed while pregab lasts the same as like fucking LSD (it's a good thing doebeit because I still can be productive on lyrica even at higher doses)
>Speaking of, LSD is an aryan recreational psychedelic but it's not exactly very often I can knock 3 days off my schedule just to trip balls
>so I do DMT instead which has changed my life multiple times and is very enjoyable at lower doses.
>Shrooms are hit and miss I don't seek them out o algo
>Need to try mescaline
>DXM is aryan and I discuss this in detail across /x/ on here
>DPH too but I won't do it anymore because it kills you
>Nitrous would be aryan if it was a bit more accessible irl but whatever
>Duster fucking sucks and so do any other inhalants they're just a temu version of nitrous and they kill you

All with arrows so I don't look like this and it's all fiction.
 
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LSA sucks shit if you can't "soothe" yourself down into comfort. It's not something anyone could ever get addicted too. Due to the vasoconstriction, your heart pumps a bit heavier, and because of that your body sees that as apt reason to enter a more "alert" mode. I've had 10 HBWR once like a dummy and 2 HWBR thrice. The ten was taken as five initially and then an additional five an hour later out of a dummyed notion that it "wasn't working".

When I had ten I had a proper panic for the first few hours because I thought just once of what might happen if I were to get caught, and from there my brain ran laps around itself for an hour hyper-focusing on it, not aided by the fact that every minute felt like twenty. The last two coming down were wonderful though. I distracted myself with videos and the like, but I just couldn't find comfort because every small thing in my body was being over-saturated ten-fold. If I felt any discomfort, it was overwhelming. Any comfort, and I was smiling ear-to-ear like a giddy child, melted into my blanket. If you let it, you can really turn your thinking into a pattern similar to those carnival "death domes" they drive motorcycles around in. The only real method I found to soothe myself with the franticness was to type out my entire line-of-thought into my blog thread like a rattled dummy, which I since deleted because it was ridiculously embarrassing to read back. As this all came into effect in the first hour or so though, I was reading The Book of the Subgenius which grown both increasingly hard to read and equally hard to focus on, so I went on my laptop.

There's next to no visuals even at high amounts. Lights and colors might shimmer or brighten, but that's about it. When I hit the peak of the ten the only visual I got was a minute period where my entire vision went fuzzy, and a bunch of visual floaters starting gathering together and slowly creeping to the centre of my vision, making it incredibly hard to see. After it hit the centre one large translucent "fuzz ball" faded into what felt like an inch away from my face and then slowly faded out alongside everything else. During this time I found it hard to sit and settle, and I kept walking around my bedroom and sitting and standing around the place until after ten minutes of this just going back to collapsing into bed and posting on here.

For the last two hours I felt as if I wanted to kiss the ground in thanks for it being over, although I could not get comfortable for the life of me, and shimmied about for a while whilst watching YouTube. There was a few occasions where I had to speak to my parents, and it was a fucking pain to speak. Every word was being mulled over on the fly as to not sound shitoko and my brain couldn't settle on delivery, tone, wording, nothing. So I ended out mostly mumbling my way through sentences whilst describing in half-detail what I was doing. For example my mother came in to notify me that she was going to the pub with my father, and I was sat upright at the top of my bed on my laptop. "Mmm, y-yeah I'm uh... just online and uh, looking at shite yeah.." was my response to her going out, and then when she asked me to keep an eye on the fire and keep it lit, I just zipped my mouth shut and nodded before rolling over in bed and hiding my face, because during all this I was thinking of every possible way I could be found out, what could happen, how it would happen, ad infinitum. I suppose some more details to add, my stomach felt quite uneasy but not once did I vomit in spite of chewing the seeds directly instead of pussy-footing around it with other methods of intake. It lasts the entire trip, which at ten was about sevenish hours.

BIG NOTE but bring fucking water, I was dying of the thirst for the entire seven hours, and I managed to guzzle down a liter an hour. All the while I was trying to minimize my intake due to being absolutely terrified beyond belief to leave my room and take a piss in fear of getting caught. As I said already with saturation and the like, I was completely overwhelmed with said fear until I once again soothed myself and went to take a piss once my parents left.

The "cool-down" "hangover" whatever the fuck was wonderful after the ten though. I awoke the next morning just feeling both relieved and calmed to my core. Ended out watching Heavy Traffic by Ralph Bakshi and going on a walk, still just so relaxed in my own skin that it was over and whatever blow-back I was feeling now, was only pushing it further. My thinking was crystal clear, and I had a long discussion to myself over a voice-memo on my phone about counter-culture, which I wrote snippets of in the "random thoughts" thread. It's hard to describe it but everything just felt charmingly odd and clever. Loved it.

Taking two is quite pleasant. Not to much to note with them however, but I know now that any more is too heavy on me. You don't get any visual difference off these big nor small, you just get into a woozy state where you just feel alleviated and comforted. Now because of what I mentioned earlier with the "panic" state and all, you do need to soothe yourself down to a level before gliding along. Your thinking isn't too difference off of two neither, if of course you lower yourself down to a fair state you just enjoy your usual comforts with an added level of punch to it. Last time I had two I made some nice small talk with my mother about work and the like, had a lovely bowl of fruit, and then laid back in bed with a big jug of water and watched some funny videos before going to sleep. It's certainly something worth trying just for the sense of comfort and the feeling of love for the comfort alone. Got up the next morning for work, felt wonderful, and got on with the day with no issue. At the same time, don't be a fucking dummy like yours truly and get ballsy. It isn't something to be fucked around with.
 
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Blue lotus is aryan o algo
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I smoke it exactly like noobweed and it feels relaxing and bubbly yet also mlid and productive, also tastes smooth and sweet
 
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Xanax is so fucked because at low doses you don't even feel high. It just feels like you're in a really good mood and kind of tired. I've had a few experiences where the last I remember is feeling "normal," taking some more, and then waking up from a black out

Also I've probably encountered more fent-laced shit than actual Xanax.
 
Prequel to my Quest For Salvia in Virginia from the other thread:
The day after we got to Maryland, my brother and I were on LSD and went to go buy some booze and see if Maryland had any cool gas station drugs to try.
Along the way, we encountered some lovely negro gentlemen enjoying a game of dice with some "lean." My brother joined their game while I bought some syrup with the money I was willing to spare in drugs at the moment. They had Xanax as well, so I tried to trade them some LSD for some. They immediately began freaking out like I was psychotic for even mentioning acid and telling me how they would never "fuck with that." They'd probably have gladly accepted fentanyl-laced crack, but LSD was just unfathomable to them. We went home xanaxless.

Anyway, slight amendment to the timeline: this was actually the day we saw a dead body in the street; NOT in Virginia.
 
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