Uh, no great funny stories, but i've got a sexy one.
I'm not sure I can post it tho.
I'm not sure I can post it tho.
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So I'm in Chicago for the weekend for Guilty Gear and Third Strike, and I'm rooming with real stoners. Naturally, I had to toke it up, too. Now, I've been stoned before, but they were hitting this shit hard that weekend. I'm not sure why I even do it, because I hack, cough, and feel pretty miserable throughout most of the experience. My sinuses are still making me pay for it. This was the highest I've ever been, and it's nothing like people describe it. Normally people who are said to be out of it and just kind of slow down. I, however, cannot stop thinking. Suddenly I begin to make connections in my mind about everything. My mind races, and I struggle to maintain situational awareness. In short when I get high, I become the Kwisatz Haderach.
I think Lunar meant gravity bong. But bomb fits pretty well too, considering how those things hit you :>Anyone try a gravity bomb before? Holy shitter.
what the **** is thisMy old friend Tyler smoke weed and one day when we were skateboarding he deciding to start smocking at the skate park, I really didn't know much about weed at the time since we were not 14 when this happened, Now my friend Tyler was never the smartest guy you would meet but when he smoked that weed he pretty much got as dumb as he could get, he kept yelling about voices in his head and saying that his skateboard was evil. He asked me to take a puff, I didn't real care or nothing so I did and what happened after I did it was weird, I can't remember much but I remember that I started running in circles saying that I would kidnap the man on the moon (which I still don't get why) I kept trying to fight everyone I saw (Which led to me getting into 3 fights and only one of them I won since I couldn't even stand right anymore) and after that I managed to find my way home only to run into my older brother who could tell I was high and since he was my older brother and kinda protective of me and didn’t' want me ever smock he decide to punish in the only way a brother could. he beat the living crap out of till I told him who got me high then he found Tyler and beat the hell out of him too.
To make a long story short I don' think I'll ever take a puff of Tyler’s weed again and never to act like a idiot in a skateboard that had cameras all around it and if my brother didn't get those tapes I would of probably never been allowed back in. He also still holds it over myh ead when I screw up too.
My old friend Tyler smoke weed and one day when we were skateboarding he deciding to start smocking at the skate park, I really didn't know much about weed at the time since we were not 14 when this happened, Now my friend Tyler was never the smartest guy you would meet but when he smoked that weed he pretty much got as dumb as he could get, he kept yelling about voices in his head and saying that his skateboard was evil. He asked me to take a puff, I didn't real care or nothing so I did and what happened after I did it was weird, I can't remember much but I remember that I started running in circles saying that I would kidnap the man on the moon (which I still don't get why) I kept trying to fight everyone I saw (Which led to me getting into 3 fights and only one of them I won since I couldn't even stand right anymore) and after that I managed to find my way home only to run into my older brother who could tell I was high and since he was my older brother and kinda protective of me and didn’t' want me ever smock he decide to punish in the only way a brother could. he beat the living crap out of till I told him who got me high then he found Tyler and beat the hell out of him too.
To make a long story short I don' think I'll ever take a puff of Tyler’s weed again and never to act like a idiot in a skateboard that had cameras all around it and if my brother didn't get those tapes I would of probably never been allowed back in. He also still holds it over myh ead when I screw up too.
I dunno, but I'm thinking that perhaps...uhh....intelligent people have different reactions to drugs, maybe it's just our brains, or that we think about stuff more often then people in normal situations, so when amplified by substances we just lose the filter on talking/thinking.
On MDMA, all my friends just love touching shit, they want to wrap themselves in comforters, feel the carpet, roll on the grass, sit in a computer chair and have someone shake it vigorously...touch frozen french fries....then cook them and make a sandwich out of them
But me, I talk a million miles an hour, I'm just walking in circles doing weird shit with my hands and talking to them about why we exist, and why women in the 80s didn't have tits, and why holy shit I love this song, and how ****in weird simple actions such as walking are if you seriously think about it, etc.
I just keep talking, switching between subjects and going on weird tangents, though one thing I do share with the common MDMA experience is that I do love looking at lights and glowing things, they're so entertaining.
i drink.
alcohol is a drug, right?
shit is awesome.
So I am currently high on DXM.
Best thing in the world but I'll be damned if I can remember what I did five minutes ago. But damnnnn does it feel nice to move.