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FUCK!
DAMNIT!
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!
FUCK!
I ran out of curse words.
FUCK!
DAMNIT!
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!
FUCK!
I ran out of curse words.
Kingdom of Ferret
The rantings of a malcontent in the first days of the century of the wierd
No not what you think.
God damn this capitalistic systen, I just want some information...gotta make it hard for me. I'll win, eventually.
MARK MY WORDS! *fistshake*
God damn this capitalistic systen, I just want some information...gotta make it hard for me. I'll win, eventually.
MARK MY WORDS! *fistshake*
..Then you know what I mean by this.
If you don't know then..though.
Dear god I hope the gargoyle doesn't come back.
Heh...self dellusion is fun.
Creative interpretation of the data is the way to succeed.
[EDIT]
Well it was supposed to say gargoyle, so it says so now.
If you don't know then..though.
Dear god I hope the gargoyle doesn't come back.
Heh...self dellusion is fun.
Creative interpretation of the data is the way to succeed.
[EDIT]
Well it was supposed to say gargoyle, so it says so now.
So I promised I would post a better trip report when I sobered up completely, when I wrote last night I was still fairly high so here goes.
The Lynx came up somewhere around half past four after he was done with whatever it is he does during the day, he had been responsible for the hash we’d be using in the joints, at first I was being conservative and wanted to only roll one join with all of The Product in fearing we didn’t have enough and what little we didn’t have was not pure enough, but through his amazing skills of persuasion and my poor skills of resisting persuasion he convinced me that we should roll up two separate joints and smoke one each, that was probably for the best now that I think about it.
At any rate at about five we were done with all the hash preparations and we were ready to start our first long-awaited DMT experiment, two cones were rolled and filled about nine-tenths of the way, they were then emptied out into two different plastic containers each with a dose of DMT already in them, the DMT was then mixed into the hash-mix and poured back into the cones which were then filled the last tenth of the way and finished up.
It was probably half-past five when were all the way ready to light up the two joints, at first they just tasted like normal joints and there was a hint of disappointment evident in both of us, had all the weeks of preparations been for naught? As we smoked on we quickly found out that it had indeed not been for naught, as the hot smoke begun to vaporize the DMT mixed in the join the taste quickly changed, it became harsher and harder to hold down, but we soldiered on, taking big tokes and holding it down for as long as we could.
It was not long before we begun noticing the first signs of something definitely different about the character of the high, now I cannot speak for The Lynx but the first signs I noticed were a tendency to want to slump more and more into my couch and just look at things, at this point I was not quite aware of the rush, a plus one on the Shulgin scale at best. The more I smoked the more obvious the character of the DMT became obvious, at one point I was sitting in my couch stating off into my ceiling, now my ceiling is made from some kind of dry-wall plates they are joined together creating a long line across my ceiling, for some reason this line somehow seemed novel and new to me, at one point the edges of the joint are sort of jagged and not as straight as the other edges, for whatever reason these jagged edges were new to me and very interesting, at this point the high felt more like a low dose DXM trip than a cannabis high.
At some point I begun doubting whether the edges actually were jagged or if I was just hallucinating, this marked the beginning on the second stage of my trip. At this time I was beginning to feel some kind of nervous energy building inside me and I felt I could no longer stay on the couch as it was too cramped, so I migrated to the other side of my table and laid down on my bed to finish the rest of the spiced joint, when I was finished with the joint I put it out and laid back on my bed and just –watched- things while idly chatting with The Lynx. The trip was slowly ramping up to its peak, as I looked around the room I noticed everything seemed to buzz with some kind of internal energy, now there was nothing visual about the buzz at all, it just –buzzed-, this was about half an hour into the trip.
At this point communication had become difficult, but not impossible. There seemed to be a slight phase shift that had happened between my inner brain and the brain that handled dealing with the world around me, everything that had to do with the external world was slightly skewed when it entered my internal world causing some confusion and generally added to the psychedelic character of the trip.
As I laid there on my bed I eventually decided to close my eyes and see what would happen, normally I avoid doing that when I’m high on hash because I have a tendency to fall asleep, it turned out I did not have to worry about this time, as soon as I closed my eyes I became away of these odd patterns that repeated themselves on the insides of my eyelids, nothing too obvious, more like the kind of patterns you see when you close your eyes and gently squeeze on your eyeballs with a finger, but it was not these patterns that intrigued me the most, it was the odd feeling of gravity, it felt as if though everything was being sucked back. The feeling started in my feet and moved back along my back and eventually ended in the back of my skull, it felt as if I was being dragged backwards gently into a hole of some sort.
It was also this that marked the end of the peak and things started to slow down a bit, there were still marked perspective distortions, I have this bookcase and it kept changing perspective as I moved around on the bed, if I moved slightly down on the bed it looked like I was lying at the bottom of it looking up and if I moved back a little bit the perspective changed again and I was suddenly quite far away from it.
There are most likely some elements of the trip I have forgotten to describe here and you’ll just have to deal with it, what I have written is what I felt best describes the experiment.
All in all I would say that the experience was definitely worth it and I am now looking forward to acquiring more advanced tools and hopefully end up with a much better yield.
The Lynx came up somewhere around half past four after he was done with whatever it is he does during the day, he had been responsible for the hash we’d be using in the joints, at first I was being conservative and wanted to only roll one join with all of The Product in fearing we didn’t have enough and what little we didn’t have was not pure enough, but through his amazing skills of persuasion and my poor skills of resisting persuasion he convinced me that we should roll up two separate joints and smoke one each, that was probably for the best now that I think about it.
At any rate at about five we were done with all the hash preparations and we were ready to start our first long-awaited DMT experiment, two cones were rolled and filled about nine-tenths of the way, they were then emptied out into two different plastic containers each with a dose of DMT already in them, the DMT was then mixed into the hash-mix and poured back into the cones which were then filled the last tenth of the way and finished up.
It was probably half-past five when were all the way ready to light up the two joints, at first they just tasted like normal joints and there was a hint of disappointment evident in both of us, had all the weeks of preparations been for naught? As we smoked on we quickly found out that it had indeed not been for naught, as the hot smoke begun to vaporize the DMT mixed in the join the taste quickly changed, it became harsher and harder to hold down, but we soldiered on, taking big tokes and holding it down for as long as we could.
It was not long before we begun noticing the first signs of something definitely different about the character of the high, now I cannot speak for The Lynx but the first signs I noticed were a tendency to want to slump more and more into my couch and just look at things, at this point I was not quite aware of the rush, a plus one on the Shulgin scale at best. The more I smoked the more obvious the character of the DMT became obvious, at one point I was sitting in my couch stating off into my ceiling, now my ceiling is made from some kind of dry-wall plates they are joined together creating a long line across my ceiling, for some reason this line somehow seemed novel and new to me, at one point the edges of the joint are sort of jagged and not as straight as the other edges, for whatever reason these jagged edges were new to me and very interesting, at this point the high felt more like a low dose DXM trip than a cannabis high.
At some point I begun doubting whether the edges actually were jagged or if I was just hallucinating, this marked the beginning on the second stage of my trip. At this time I was beginning to feel some kind of nervous energy building inside me and I felt I could no longer stay on the couch as it was too cramped, so I migrated to the other side of my table and laid down on my bed to finish the rest of the spiced joint, when I was finished with the joint I put it out and laid back on my bed and just –watched- things while idly chatting with The Lynx. The trip was slowly ramping up to its peak, as I looked around the room I noticed everything seemed to buzz with some kind of internal energy, now there was nothing visual about the buzz at all, it just –buzzed-, this was about half an hour into the trip.
At this point communication had become difficult, but not impossible. There seemed to be a slight phase shift that had happened between my inner brain and the brain that handled dealing with the world around me, everything that had to do with the external world was slightly skewed when it entered my internal world causing some confusion and generally added to the psychedelic character of the trip.
As I laid there on my bed I eventually decided to close my eyes and see what would happen, normally I avoid doing that when I’m high on hash because I have a tendency to fall asleep, it turned out I did not have to worry about this time, as soon as I closed my eyes I became away of these odd patterns that repeated themselves on the insides of my eyelids, nothing too obvious, more like the kind of patterns you see when you close your eyes and gently squeeze on your eyeballs with a finger, but it was not these patterns that intrigued me the most, it was the odd feeling of gravity, it felt as if though everything was being sucked back. The feeling started in my feet and moved back along my back and eventually ended in the back of my skull, it felt as if I was being dragged backwards gently into a hole of some sort.
It was also this that marked the end of the peak and things started to slow down a bit, there were still marked perspective distortions, I have this bookcase and it kept changing perspective as I moved around on the bed, if I moved slightly down on the bed it looked like I was lying at the bottom of it looking up and if I moved back a little bit the perspective changed again and I was suddenly quite far away from it.
There are most likely some elements of the trip I have forgotten to describe here and you’ll just have to deal with it, what I have written is what I felt best describes the experiment.
All in all I would say that the experience was definitely worth it and I am now looking forward to acquiring more advanced tools and hopefully end up with a much better yield.
Yeah so sue me I didn't keep you in the loop throughout the process, I was busy doing other stuff, like getting high so I forgot.
Anyhow today the day came when we were ready to try out the end result of the process (no pictures sorry), unfortunately by way of poorly controlled pH I had had a lot smaller yield than I'd initially hopes, but it happens and we were left with a nice little amount we could share. About 50 mgs between us.
Since we had no popper pipe for smoking the product and didn't want to risk blowing our first and only hit we decided to split it up between two hash joints so make sure it all vaped..
Now bear in mind the 25 mg for each were spread out throughout the entire join so the uptake would be a lot slower, but the effect would also last longer.
I think this decision was a good one as it was both the safest in terms of getting the max out of the hits, and let me tell you if we hadn't smoked those two joins before we try to freebase the stuff we'd definitely have blown the hit, that stuff feels horrible to suck down, but it'll hit you. Normally hash isn't all that psychedelic, it's just very relaxing, and let me tell you smoking these joints produced a high like no joint I've smoked before, I am not quite sure how to describe the high other than 'buzzy', everything in the room seemed buzz with some kind of internal energy, even the air had this buzz which made looking around quite interesting.
Another thing I noticed was an odd feeling of gravity, a feeling of being pulled down a slope of some kind when I closed my eyes. There were distinct perspective distortions as well, a book case thing I have is filled with these small squared off rooms and seemed to be constantly changing perspective.
All in all I think the experiment went perfectly ok, now when I get some better equipment I can make more and get a few better hits out of it.
It is like I've always said one of the few things I'm good at in this world is drugs.
I have a Lynx with me who says hello, say hello back to him world! :D
At any rate I'll cut off now and go back to chilling out. Maybe I'll post a more detailed trip report when I sober up completely.
Anyhow today the day came when we were ready to try out the end result of the process (no pictures sorry), unfortunately by way of poorly controlled pH I had had a lot smaller yield than I'd initially hopes, but it happens and we were left with a nice little amount we could share. About 50 mgs between us.
Since we had no popper pipe for smoking the product and didn't want to risk blowing our first and only hit we decided to split it up between two hash joints so make sure it all vaped..
Now bear in mind the 25 mg for each were spread out throughout the entire join so the uptake would be a lot slower, but the effect would also last longer.
I think this decision was a good one as it was both the safest in terms of getting the max out of the hits, and let me tell you if we hadn't smoked those two joins before we try to freebase the stuff we'd definitely have blown the hit, that stuff feels horrible to suck down, but it'll hit you. Normally hash isn't all that psychedelic, it's just very relaxing, and let me tell you smoking these joints produced a high like no joint I've smoked before, I am not quite sure how to describe the high other than 'buzzy', everything in the room seemed buzz with some kind of internal energy, even the air had this buzz which made looking around quite interesting.
Another thing I noticed was an odd feeling of gravity, a feeling of being pulled down a slope of some kind when I closed my eyes. There were distinct perspective distortions as well, a book case thing I have is filled with these small squared off rooms and seemed to be constantly changing perspective.
All in all I think the experiment went perfectly ok, now when I get some better equipment I can make more and get a few better hits out of it.
It is like I've always said one of the few things I'm good at in this world is drugs.
I have a Lynx with me who says hello, say hello back to him world! :D
At any rate I'll cut off now and go back to chilling out. Maybe I'll post a more detailed trip report when I sober up completely.
It is no secret I like drugs and it's no secret either that I like to take them as often as is responsible. But for the longest while no drugs have fascinated me as much as dimethyltryptamine, DMT. Ever since I smoked it first time I have been fascinated by this compound capable of producing such profound experiences in such a short time and such low dosages.
Some random poking around on erowid left me with a process describing the process of extracting this divine substance from various plant materials. These plant materials are relatively exotic and not commonly sold in stores here in Denmark and purchasing them over the 'net was too expensive for my meager budget. So imagine my joy when I found an online shop here in Denmark that sold several different substances that contained DMT, naturally I procured some and the rest of the materials needed for the process.
I got my root bark Monday and got the rest of the makings today so now I have started making DMT!
( Pictures and stuff behind the cut! )
Some random poking around on erowid left me with a process describing the process of extracting this divine substance from various plant materials. These plant materials are relatively exotic and not commonly sold in stores here in Denmark and purchasing them over the 'net was too expensive for my meager budget. So imagine my joy when I found an online shop here in Denmark that sold several different substances that contained DMT, naturally I procured some and the rest of the materials needed for the process.
I got my root bark Monday and got the rest of the makings today so now I have started making DMT!
( Pictures and stuff behind the cut! )
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 | You scored as Otherkin. You are Otherkin. You identify with otherworldy beings and feel you are truly something other than human. You are only biding your time here until you can return to where you truly belong. You seek others who share your yearnings and spend your time commiserating with those you like and mocking the ones you don't.
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Woo! I think.
He speaks to me in strange tongues, obfuscated words.
Who is he? Trust me in saying, if I knew I would tell you.
I met him a few times before.
But I never see him.
He is only words.
God?
I have my doubts.
Satan?
Not him either.
I ask many questions of him.
He provides many answers.
But his words elude me.
What does he say?
Always the same: “Kani kani kadu”.
Kani kani kadu.
Why does he tell me that?
What does it all mean?
Some times I can feel the meaning.
But it is only that.
A feeling, an elusive feeling of understanding.
You know what I mean.
You know about the feeling.
Everyone knows the feeling.
Are you beginning to see it?
Are you beginning to feel it?
You should be.
Try to understand.
Try to wrap your mind around the words.
Kani kani kadu.
At first it might be frustrating.
It might even drive you to the edge of madness.
Then the feeling comes.
The feeling of understanding.
It is how it should be.
You are not supposed to understand the words.
Neither am I.
All that matters is the feeling.
The feeling of comprehension.
The words are meaningless.
The feeling has all the meaning.
As it should be.
Who is he? Trust me in saying, if I knew I would tell you.
I met him a few times before.
But I never see him.
He is only words.
God?
I have my doubts.
Satan?
Not him either.
I ask many questions of him.
He provides many answers.
But his words elude me.
What does he say?
Always the same: “Kani kani kadu”.
Kani kani kadu.
Why does he tell me that?
What does it all mean?
Some times I can feel the meaning.
But it is only that.
A feeling, an elusive feeling of understanding.
You know what I mean.
You know about the feeling.
Everyone knows the feeling.
Are you beginning to see it?
Are you beginning to feel it?
You should be.
Try to understand.
Try to wrap your mind around the words.
Kani kani kadu.
At first it might be frustrating.
It might even drive you to the edge of madness.
Then the feeling comes.
The feeling of understanding.
It is how it should be.
You are not supposed to understand the words.
Neither am I.
All that matters is the feeling.
The feeling of comprehension.
The words are meaningless.
The feeling has all the meaning.
As it should be.
The tale of Lisabon Nol is indeed a strange and twisted one, but it is also a valuable one.
It all starts after a party down in hell where he lived, pounding hangover really, really pounding, deadliness is presumed.
Walking along up on earth he meets a suicidal bunny, the lapine is tired of its life, fucking and eating gets boring after a while, so it offers its skull to Lisabon Nol who takes it, rid of the hang over finally.
Unfortunately as bunnies are nocturnal Lisabon’s eyes now are very sensitive to light so he buys a pair of snow goggles, the old slitted kind. But woe shall become Lisabon when he realizes that the strap for the goggles is to small and snaps as he tries to stretch it around his head, seeing no other alternative he gets a hold of several rubber bands and ties them to the goggles, success!
A demon with a bunny’s skull cannot work so Lisabon is fired from hell and sent to wander the nooks and crannies of the Earth, he begins doing drugs because it rocks. But one day one of his dealers sell him bunk drugs and Lisabon sees no other choice than to bite the man’s head, in doing so he develops mighty headbiting fangs, he likes them.
The thing is that Lisabon is more than a little mishappen, he has the skull of a bunny, a large beak and snow goggles. He feels the pressure of living, can’t take it, escapes to the sea. The sea is the ticket, but he nearly drowns. If it wasn’t for a shark this would surely be the end of the tale of Lisabon Nol, but no a shark came to the demon’s aid, gave him its gills in exchange for his lungs, fair trade.
Living in the sea is good for a while but he gets bored. Time for another move, the final move. This is where we are now; this is the end of Lisabon’s migration.
Who is Lisabon Nol?
You don’t know.
I’m not telling you any more.
It all starts after a party down in hell where he lived, pounding hangover really, really pounding, deadliness is presumed.
Walking along up on earth he meets a suicidal bunny, the lapine is tired of its life, fucking and eating gets boring after a while, so it offers its skull to Lisabon Nol who takes it, rid of the hang over finally.
Unfortunately as bunnies are nocturnal Lisabon’s eyes now are very sensitive to light so he buys a pair of snow goggles, the old slitted kind. But woe shall become Lisabon when he realizes that the strap for the goggles is to small and snaps as he tries to stretch it around his head, seeing no other alternative he gets a hold of several rubber bands and ties them to the goggles, success!
A demon with a bunny’s skull cannot work so Lisabon is fired from hell and sent to wander the nooks and crannies of the Earth, he begins doing drugs because it rocks. But one day one of his dealers sell him bunk drugs and Lisabon sees no other choice than to bite the man’s head, in doing so he develops mighty headbiting fangs, he likes them.
The thing is that Lisabon is more than a little mishappen, he has the skull of a bunny, a large beak and snow goggles. He feels the pressure of living, can’t take it, escapes to the sea. The sea is the ticket, but he nearly drowns. If it wasn’t for a shark this would surely be the end of the tale of Lisabon Nol, but no a shark came to the demon’s aid, gave him its gills in exchange for his lungs, fair trade.
Living in the sea is good for a while but he gets bored. Time for another move, the final move. This is where we are now; this is the end of Lisabon’s migration.
Who is Lisabon Nol?
You don’t know.
I’m not telling you any more.
