Phenazepam type goon just checking in - this stuff is fantastic. I have over 1000 2mg Roche clonazepam in the house, and have taken about 9 of them since I bought the mass quantity of Phen from China. The Phen just sits in a happy little bottle with an oral syringe beside it, and I take it once or twice a week. Keeps me happy and calm, and I have no objections to ingesting rectal thermometers. I spend my week working my job perfectly well, and my weekends crashing planes into grand pianos.

Koopa posted:
How much Phenazepam would you think gets stuck to the inside of one of those little well-known bags? It doesn't seem like much. I figure 2 - 6 mg? Obviously it's hard to say.

Anyone licked one before and not died?
goodfuldead posted:
I have. I went to jail for 2 weeks after that.

Royale with Cheese posted:
   Eyeballed a little dose of phen. Here we go!
   Jun 20, 2010 04:27
Uh-oh
See you next week.
Oh my god
redacted

Royle with Cheese posted:
   Unfortunately I'm still able to type and function quite well. Which indicates I SIMPLY DID    NOT DO ENOUGH.  Got some Everclear and a dropper bottle for better dosing tonight. Then I'm    gonna lick the bag clean.  Bag cleaned at 1:05 am. Think this should set it off?
   Royale with Cheese fucked around with this message at Jun 20, 2010 around 15:06
Well best of luck with you, this could get interesting.
Yeah in like a week it will be
2 days and counting. the journey has begun. (june 22nd)
Does anyone know royale with cheese? he definitely has not posted since licking the bag clean and then having 'another dropper of pheneverclearazepam' 5 days ago =/ (June 25th)

I've survvided since the jooze came and took a tlittle bit mre just a fw monutes ago.
GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS GYS
REDOSE TIME WOOOOOO (June 29)


Pyrepenol posted:
	Okay. So this stuff managed to fuck me long enough after a bad dose (use a good scale,    kids) to:
   a) get to third base with a full-on lesbian,
   b) somehow land that same chick in jail for over a year (neither of us remember much of       the night),
   c) text a close uncle the words "aet pig siht i n hell" (i dont even know) and
   d) order 100 Abba-Zaba bars along with some more phenazepam.
   Totally fucking worth it.


Pyrepenol posted:
Possession of two caps of H and probably a dui, thats a flat 2 years + some change. She wrapped her car around a tree after leaving my place. Her girlfriend called so she wanted to leave in a hurry for whatever reason, I didn't contest because she seemed sober enough. I don't really know for sure, but my theory is she railed a line in the car and just straight up blacked out.

I even specifically told her that she would probably die if she did any opiates while still on da joose but i guess she forgot. What I gave her was 1/3rd of what I dosed but it fucked her up exponentially worse for whatever reason (tolerance? I don't even use the stuff often). Her lesbian friends think im a rapist and theres literally nothing I can say to those idiots that would be in my favor.

At least she knows it was an honest mistake since we've been good friends for awhile and she remembers when we dosed, specifically what i told her about the side effects. Otherwise I'd probably be fucked worse than she is. I seriously doubt any story like this about da joose would hold up in court.

Oh, and her first opinion of jail? "I've never seen so many titties in one place before"


smoke sumthin bitch posted:
   Yayyy another night I dont remember thanks to da joose. All i can recall right now is lots    of cops and lots of confusion! Hooray
   edit: how the fuck are all of you guys pullin all these chicks? all iI seem to do is loose    a bunch of shit and wake up with clothes soaked in mud


Rearsby Massive posted:
   Man, i ran over and killed a cat and bust my two wheels which is costing me £241.00. fuck

Rearsby Massive posted:
I am an utter fucking cunt, i took what i thought was a tiny dose of joose, proceeded to fall asleep from 9pm on the Saturday till mid-day Sunday and watched the England match all joosed out. Fell asleep again, was then woken by friends flatmate at 1am Sunday morning reminding me i had work at 9am, which meant i had to drive back to my house (1 hour drive) joosed out of my eyeballs just so i could get to work the next day. Had double vision while going down the motorway and was wobbling between each lane a bit.

I got home safe and well, i woke up and drove to work still with double vision. This is the worst part, i ran over the cat and didnt stop just carried on with tears in my eyes joose driving my way to work. I must of looked fucking ridiculous.

I guess i got my comeuppance when from not concentrating (joose) i whacked into a curb and fucked my two front wheels.

I've been feeling like utter shit since and have flushed that crap down the poophole. I fucking hate the idea that my irresponsible decisions cost the life of an animal, dont give a shit about the money or wheels.


Shasta Orange Soda posted:
    Oh Jesus. I had exactly two beers with some eyeballed phenaz on Sunday night. All I remember is hanging out with my roommate, listening to music, and playing video games.

    I don't remember this, but I woke up from my benzo sleep for a little while on Monday morning (8:30, according to my computer) and went on eBay. I used the Buy It Now option for an Apple 3GS 16GB unlocked/jailbroken iPhone for $700!! Fuck! It looks like I didn't pay for it, though (or maybe I tried to and didn't have enough in my account), so I'm going to try and get out of it.

    iPhones are sorta cool and it makes sense that I'd want one, but I also placed a $50$100.00 bid on a Vose & Sons Antique Grand Upright Piano and only lost because it wasn't enough for the reserve. Yeah. I've never known how to play an instrument in my life, don't have room for a piano, and a million other reasons why that bid was a bad idea. Apparently, after placing those bids, I went back to sleep for another 8 or 9 hours.

    I really can't get over how supremely retarded all of this was. And the topper is that the phenaz afterglow lasts so long that I didn't realize any of this until 36 hours after it happened!


thejooseisloose posted:
    Benn lurking and following this thread since day1. Experience with compo stuff....holy shit where to begin. I tried just a little and it was great. Slept most of the day. Few weeks later monday, i try a little more. I wake up tuesday night with a broken arm from crashing my motorcycle in a parking lot,, walk 30 miles the wrong direction home, in the middle of the night, Cop pulls me aside and wis wondering where I'm going (home No ID No money, no cellphone, but keys thankfully), I fail a sobriety test as it as 30 or so out raining and I was cold shivering so i think i got some leniancy. Thankfully he gave me a lift. Wakup wednesday to an email that said if I wasn't in the hospital i was fired, and my fiances father called and said if I called her again he'd get a restraining order.

    Now i find out that despite being in the hospital, I'm still fired. Learn from my lesson folks, you will loose the love of your life and despite being a week later have no idea why. Loose your job, and in a month or so your apartment. I have basically no where to go.


spengler posted:
Last Monday night, we got our JOOSE. 250ml was dissolved in 500ml of Everclear in a hot water bath, then broken into two containters.

I went home, stopping to get another oral syringe. I doses 2ml (1mg), waited an hour, dosed another 4mg, and then, in the throes if discordination, attempted to evaporate another 50ml down into about 4ml, to give me 25 doses in 4ml to make it easier to lay blotter. I lay a 5x5 large square of blotter, and let it dry.

Feeling quite loose now, I decided I should smoke some weed, but I inexplicably decided to first pack the bowl with the remnants of some DMT I'd been saving. I had some trouble doing this, my physical movements were a bit too loose, but somehow I got it all loaded up, and torched the fucker. Needless to say, things got weird at this point. The marijuana came on like a freight train, and I realized that there was a miniature cowboy standing near me, not exactly in my field of vision, but also not outside of it. The realization I had was "ha! I have found the perfect combo! This is just going to be like a normal weed experience, except that this little Yellow Cowboy will be my guide!" In my head, I could already see all the great adventures we were going to have, how he would be the Ram Das to my Leary. Needless to say, the cowboy vaporized completely in another five seconds, and the joose was kicking me hard enough that it didn't really seem to matter.

I slept for a long time. I took 1mg when I woke up, and also ate all the blotter over the course of the next day. I took another ~5mg, as well. The blotter may not have worked at all, or well, but I would guess I was on soemthing like 10 or 12 mg at this point.  Then I went on a long walk in nature with my girlfiend, told her how deeply I felt about her, we really connected.  Then I went home, slept for a day, then became moreose, pretty much slept for a week but somehow managed to get my responsibilities taken care of. My gf told me I was acting like a retard and if I made a habit of it it would not bode well for us.

By Monday I felt pretty normal, although I did lock myself in a bathroom and cry for a while, because my whole brain felt like it had been converted into a sadness generator. This passed, fortunately, and I was able to enjoy my spicey potato curry lunch.

All in all, this was about a 1 on the fun scale and maybe a 2 or 3 on the hilarity scale. I wish I could say "benzos are not my thing", but that's clearly not the case. This stuff flat out lasts too fucking long and is too sedating to be much good except as perhaps an antipsychotic.  I am now ready to once again have a looong period without benzos in my life.



AreWeDrunkYet posted:
    Fuck all y'all for not mentioning the side effect of GOD DAMNED IMPOTENCE.
    So first moral, don't lift on DA JOOSE. Doing clean and jerks, I smacked myself directly in the lower jaw with a bar loaded down with 100+ of weight - my teeth are intact only by the grace of god.
    And as long as we're telling stories from last might, it only took two small glass of wine from an open bar to openly announce that everyone was going drinking at some bar after an art opening (again, keep in mind there was already an open bar) (and this was an art opening I'm uninvolved in, at a school I don't go to - of course no one showed up to drinks after - but neither did I), got way too chummy with some apparently very serious art professors, fell down a short flight of stairs, and that's what I remember. After leaving, (not driving), I managed to buy a 40 piece Popeye's chicken with all the biscuits and sides for two people.

    Mostly, I have come to one of two conclusions. (1) DA JOOSE GOT LOOSE, or (2) the art community has mellowed out waaaaaaay too much since its heyday.
    Either way, I'm off this stuff for a while. Godspeed all ye hearty JOOSERS.

GoatMonger posted:
    MY short story:
    100 mg from the guy with ac cool bottles.
    Random acetoe that claims is 100% (looked good when mixed, local CVS said they couldn't     order the pyrol blah blah without a prescriotion.

    Mix it in a pretty botle and noting appears to be floating. Sp after mixing it again     loking for flote3s with a baby syrange get about ~.ml. Sutff burns. Staying home the night     so I get ~.4ml burns again.

    Dunno why but it is 4 PM the next day, not sure all of last day, games tv what not. Well I     dropped my laptop off my bed bed and broke the damamaged power connector. In a spictual     mmoment I half assed it back to life. I go somewhere arwsome for food and get capsules     fomr the health story. So after fuddling wwith the caps to to little degree (Fell out of     chair nad had flour everythwerer) I decieded break my computer cord again. SO i do the     dumbest thing of all and go met my friends at whooters, which isn't fair away. The problem     is my roomate made goood food I was eating and driving and I had forgetting my glasses     which help at night and get pulled over. He ask me where I live, wherer I am comforming     from and if I have been drinking (think he asked that twice). I had turned my car off and     was going to look for my papers when he said to be caeful and drove off. One slilver of     chance might have been the non alochol reak, or record of no such actions, or that asian     food is aerdsomr.

    Home and safe, last day a litte hazzy but It my englighted time I fixed the cord slightly     better and going to get on the capping wagon again. PS spelling sucks, also not including     much dosage because mine has been not as accurate as one wou;d dsire

    Be safe all.


GoatMonger posted:
    Well back when my head was clear I looked online all over about consuming acetone. The worst example I could find is someone drinking !!!!200 ML!!!! at once ending up in a coma and recovering after 5 months. As I recall there has been little studying on ingesting acetone, just don't ingest a ton of it.I have determinedly the following from my first times:

    1)Falling out of my chair onto an empty compiuter was half joose half me, the chair was crappy. Part two where my roomate freaked and run upstairs to see me covered in flour, joose's fault.
    2) Loosing my phone for a while before I remembered that microsofts myphone can remotely ring it: joose's fualt.
    3) Not being able to type well: joose's fault.
    4) Loosing my hat for a few hours: joose's fault.
    5) Massive lost of time joose's fault.
    6) Deleting a partition I needed" joose's fault.
    7) Falling ssleep to break laptop connectioin cord: joose's fault.
    8) Weird dreams: No idea
    9) Being pulled over while on joose. Part one through 15 my dumbass of driving. Part 16 joose's fault I hit a few curbs on the way there (could be a dream).
    10) Officer letting me go since I wasn't drunk,act of god. Edit I forgot I have bad society anxiety and with the cop and anyone else that was barely noticable.

    As said before not something to be taken lightly. No idea how much I used since the stuff tasted bad till I could find gelcaps. Be safe people.


brewkakke posted:
    I hope I didn't just make a big mistake. I took about 3mg 1.5 hours ago and waited an hour with no uptime.... so then I decided to go lick the powder off my tray I used to measure some bags this morning. 3 minutes after that lick the first stuff finally popped up and now my vision is getting blurry and it's harder to type. Luckily I am obsessive compulsive when it comes to typing and spelling, so my words aren't in joose mode yet. I'd put myself at 5-6mgs and it isn't bad. Definitely not has hard on you as a bar of xanax is, 2mg of that shit and I am gone. I am listening to Do Make Say think still and it is super awesome JOOSE MOOSIC, really flows with DA JOOSECOASTER in my brain.

later post:
I didn't really eyeball the second one, it was about the amount of powder I dropped on for 3mg. I had to take at least one dose of my supply to see what all the fuss was about and now I understand. I truly see DA JOOSE in a new light now.
Definitely not as fun as xanax, but I sure am relaxed and lazy right now.
Edit: apparently I'm starting to miss words in my sentenctecs now.



AssGaper 2.0 posted:
    after experimenting with various doses, i finally got a true JOOSE experience. Or at least i think i did because I dont remember anything from the last 2 days and slept for 18 hours straight.
    car is intact and unmoved
    ---
    apparently i was more juiced than i thought. in a college philosophy class a teacher called on me and said "hey AssGaper, it seems like you are writing a lot, what are you writing?" I then proceeded to freestyle Lil' Wayne's "A Milli" for a verse and a half before my friends stopped me.

    Yeah, it definitely lasts a long time.
    ---
    apparently I also ordered a $200 medieval axe/pike. wow.
    im going to reinforce it with some screws and metal, and make sure it is uber sharp in case William Wallace invades my domicile.


alan negative posted:
    lo,l i have a jglass computer table
    i ended up taking everything off of it and spreading joose all over it evapping and lickin
    today feels like a thurasday
    ---
    i hink thie teable thing should be put un der jooise confessionals




techno allah posted:
    Welp, last night i needed some trivial item out of some box in the attic and i stepped on the drywall and came crashing down into the bathroom. I guess put that into the negatives.

Rizien posted:
    I bet felonious robberies of your own car from an impound lot counts as world's craziest or some shit...but it's all bogus so I can't talk about it until this case is over.
    ........CLIFFHANGER

spengler posted:
    well.
    On tuesday I thought it was stiull Monday, but was proven wrong by the Mercifule Outlook Brobot.
    My take on this is that it's an overwhelmingly powerful benzo whose utlility is limited by its crazu duration.
    People keep asking me if I'm sick.
    I also got engaged this week, but that's been on the horizon for months. Highest Single dose 8mg. Tried to take another 12 of blotter, bad tek, no result. Will not go over the 4 mg line again. Most of this is being given away.
    I understand the comparisons to kpin, but I'd rather have kpin, this is too sleepy.
    ---
    given that the requisite funds had been allocated for months.... okay, i will
    edit: i'm done with this shit. keeping 10mg for indole freakouts and loosing the rest. too intoxicating, last too long, hits my stomach too hard.
    and i had such high hopes Guess there was a reason pfizer never tried to market it here.
    Baseline at this point, fwiw.


Hirez posted:
    god damn natural tolerance, I probably just took a good line (10-15mg) and I don't feel much at all.
    If I don't feel anything in a few hours, I'm going to have to add some ativans + a shot or 2 of liquor
    (responsible user with INSANELY NATURAL tolerance to benzo's (and apparantly opiates) -- I'm not insane - I swear).
    ---
    (much later in thread)
    whee, so my boss told me not to come in for the next 2 weeks because I'm causing bad morale... So I still get paid for my 2 weeks that I resigned for, I still get a fat vacation check when I get that paycheck.
    I'm going to get my docs/dentists to use up all my benefits coverage before it expires Nov 5th, because well fuck my old company.
    TIME TO HIT THE JOOSE (like 20mg since im a natural tolerant fuckhole who can't even get drunk without 10+ shots of 80proof)
    I'll need to talk to my psych about that Enzyme Defifiancy thing -- forget who mentioned it, but it does make sense -- the stuff DOES WORK, it just takes a MASSIVE amount.
    The same was for when I had morphine for a fractured ribcage - it literally did not work, unless I used all 10 pills he gave me (was scribed 2-3 every few hours)

Oh I was wrong about snorting then. Not a whole bag though!


AssGaper 2.0 posted:
    still coming up but thus far...
    i have a benzo tolerance. a high one. but finally hit it on DA JUICE tonight. someone is borrowing my car for the night so i cant drive, thank god a Waffle House and Steak and Shake are in walking distance of my house.
    Thus far: my downstairs neighbors came up to complain about me listening to my music to loud and the fact that i am playing a cajon and they apparently dont enjoy my Jimi Hendrix extended solos on guitar. I told them to fuck off and that I would be done in an hour (in a wife beater, a ted nugent cap, and my boxers). plus i noted the fact that they own a pit bull, which is against our landlord's rules.

    Future for the duration: make some trance music or some trip hop. my car is gone so the eliminates a lot of my potential future mistakes.
    i'm treating this like some alp. powder i had a few years ago.
    it took 3mg's to get me truly fucked up, so im not sure where that leaves me on the benzo tolerance level.
    (side note: i'm still very aware of how much i have dosed thus far, and locked the rest up in a safe which will be too much effort to re-dose.)
    either way i rate this a 10/10 as far as benzos go. tomorrow i might have a different rating. but for now, as long as you take precautions and just chill on it and use it for insomnia it is amazing. plan on ordering a gram.

CSS posted:
    I'll be sitting here browsing and tyng andstuff snd then it hit'd hr like a ton of bricks and i'm farr oaway in some fantasy.
    ---
    I'll be sitting here browsing and tyng andstuff snd then it hit'd hr like a ton of bricks and i'm farr oaway in some fantasy. If I hsve weed i hold back but eithourrraaaaaaa. The pagesa are tilted. I need anothrt]]]
    ---
    Oh God, Phenazepam binges are not cool and I'm beginning to dislike it generally when it takes 30 minur3wro write a simple sentence (for some reason while I was writing that sentanceI I was thinking it in the charach
    rter if of an american father of a teenage girl:"Where are Benjamin's' pants?" I
    I ean
    I think I also just had a halluctinarion of will bourroughs ib ny bathroom


spengler posted:
    4:47 AM
    The fiance is safely asleep.
    The cats run wild.
    ONE MAN ARISES TO IMBIBE 2.5MG. And ply a little borderlands before showing and going back to bed.
    ---
    Pros: came out of my JOOSE run happily engaged
    Cons: came out of my JOOSE run with stern warnings about the future of my relationship in the context of dozens-of-mg benders.
    I may take some more off your hands, yet, Comb Your Beard....
    ---
    Okay, my JOOSE tale, since you guys deserve it.
    Last Monday night, we got our JOOSE. 250ml was dissolved in 500ml of Everclear in a hot water bath, then broken into two containters.
    I went home, stopping to get another oral syringe. I doses 2ml (1mg), waited an hour, dosed another 4mg, and then, in the throes if discordination, attempted to evaporate another 50ml down into about 4ml, to give me 25 doses in 4ml to make it easier to lay blotter. I lay a 5x5 large square of blotter, and let it dry.

    Feeling quite loose now, I decided I should smoke some weed, but I inexplicably decided to first pack the bowl with the remnants of some DMT I'd been saving. I had some trouble doing this, my physical movements were a bit too loose, but somehow I got it all loaded up, and torched the fucker. Needless to say, things got weird at this point. The marijuana came on like a freight train, and I realized that there was a miniature cowboy standing near me, not exactly in my field of vision, but also not outside of it. The realization I had was "ha! I have found the perfect combo! This is just going to be like a normal weed experience, except that this little Yellow Cowboy will be my guide!" In my head, I could already see all the great adventures we were going to have, how he would be the Ram Das to my Leary. Needless to say, the cowboy vaporized completely in another five seconds, and the joose was kicking me hard enough that it didn't really seem to matter.

    I slept for a long time. I took 1mg when I woke up, and also ate all the blotter over the course of the next day. I took another ~5mg, as well. The blotter may not have worked at all, or well, but I would guess I was on soemthing like 10 or 12 mg at this point.

    Then I went on a long walk in nature with my girlfiend, told her how deeply I felt about her, we really connected.

    Then I went home, slept for a day, then became moreose, pretty much slept for a week but somehow managed to get my responsibilities taken care of. My gf told me I was acting like a retard and if I made a habit of it it would not bode well for us.

    By Monday I felt pretty normal, although I did lock myself in a bathroom and cry for a while, because my whole brain felt like it had been converted into a sadness generator. This passed, fortunately, and I was able to enjoy my spicey potato curry lunch.

    All in all, this was about a 1 on the fun scale and maybe a 2 or 3 on the hilarity scale. I wish I could say "benzos are not my thing", but that's clearly not the case. This stuff flat out lasts too fucking long and is too sedating to be much good except as perhaps an antipsychotic.

    tl;dr - too much JOOSE, saw tiny yellow cowboy, but somehow this brought me closer to my girlfriend and I am now ready to once again have a looong period without benzos in my life.
    ---
    seriously, go combine a large dose with DMT. DO IT

AreWeDrunkYet posted:
    Fuck all y'all for not mentioning the side effect of GOD DAMNED IMPOTENCE.
    So first moral, don't lift on DA JOOSE. Doing clean and jerks, I smacked myself directly in the lower jaw with a bar loaded down with 100+ of weight - my teeth are intact only by the grace of god.
    And as long as we're telling stories from last might, it only took two small glass of wine from an open bar to openly announce that everyone was going drinking at some bar after an art opening (again, keep in mind there was already an open bar) (and this was an art opening I'm uninvolved in, at a school I don't go to - of course no one showed up to drinks after - but neither did I), got way too chummy with some apparently very serious art professors, fell down a short flight of stairs, and that's what I remember. After leaving, (not driving), I managed to buy a 40 piece Popeye's chicken with all the biscuits and sides for [i ]two/[] people.

    Mostly, I have come to one of two conclusions. (1) DA JOOSE GOT LOOSE, or (2) the art community has mellowed out waaaaaaay too much since its heyday.

    Either way, I'm off this stuff for a while. Godspeed all ye hearty JOOSERS.

CSS posted:
    i'm getting sick of the hallucinations and memories that never happened. And impotence is a given with benzos and opiates. Have you ever just wanted to cum but no matter how hard you pound at that damp sponge you're just going nowhere and getting increasingly frustrated. Frustrained enough to kill.
    Being able to type would be nice too.
    ---
    This stuff is going to be the downfall of humanity.It took me 5 minutes to write this, my brain is mush. Maybe I just OJ'd last night,
    ---
    I think it has a short honeymoon period. I was doing poppies at the same time for most of the 100mg I had and I think that's why I was having mad halluciations/time-loss/God knows. Probably wasn't as mad as it seems in retrospect.
    Now I have about 10 blotter tabs (~1mg) left and it's a nice sedative. Not really sure about it other than that. I'l get some more from CS or an inside operation if one pops up.

Reefer Inc posted:
    Mixing phenazepam with mephedrone is an excellent way to make an impression when interacting with strangers in social situations. Whether it's a good impression or not could depend on your personality type or on just completely random factors. It's going to go one way or the other, that I can promise you.

    P.S. Nobody do this.

CSS posted:
    It seems very mild in it effects. If you do a lot or combine it with other downers I think the extreme tiredness causes the craziness. I got my 100 mg about one week ago and it's basically finished now and thinking back it's all say what happened during that time.
    I didn't have any major activities so that week feels like a day but there was still a whole lot of shit going on in my head. The vivid day dreams I loved the most where I'd be on my computer or sitting doing something and just drift out. Your imagination creates all these events amuse itself or something. It was probably the poppies I was also doing in which case I definitely recommend to mix the two but be careful.
    Well, off to order another gram.

alan negative posted:
    HAH AHOLY FUCK JOOOOOSE

GoatMonger posted:
    MY short story:
    100 mg from the guy with ac cool bottles.
    Random acetoe that claims is 100% (looked good when mixed, local CVS said they couldn't order the pyrol blah blah without a prescriotion.

    Mix it in a pretty botle and noting appears to be floating. Sp after mixing it again loking for flote3s with a baby syrange get about ~.ml. Sutff burns. Staying home the night so I get ~.4ml burns again.

    Dunno why but it is 4 PM the next day, not sure all of last day, games tv what not. Well I dropped my laptop off my bed bed and broke the damamaged power connector. In a spictual mmoment I half assed it back to life. I go somewhere arwsome for food and get capsules fomr the health story. So after fuddling wwith the caps to to little degree (Fell out of chair nad had flour everythwerer) I decieded break my computer cord again. SO i do the dumbest thing of all and go met my friends at whooters, which isn't fair away. The problem is my roomate made goood food I was eating and driving and I had forgetting my glasses which help at night and get pulled over. He ask me where I live, wherer I am comforming from and if I have been drinking (think he asked that twice). I had turned my car off and was going to look for my papers when he said to be caeful and drove off. One slilver of chance might have been the non alochol reak, or record of no such actions, or that asian food is aerdsomr.

    Home and safe, last day a litte hazzy but It my englighted time I fixed the cord slightly better and going to get on the capping wagon again. PS spelling sucks, also not including much dosage because mine has been not as accurate as one wou;d dsire

    Be safe all.
    ---
    Well in my time of thinkable I attasmpted tp make the power cord a little more secure, but it had different ideas on me and now hates me.

    As for the acetone it was like .6ml way back to the mouth not terrible. Any adive on capping this stuff for storagge my roomate ran up starts after I feel (breaking chair) into a computer wiht flour all over the place. I've got 11 .45ml pills .with acetone/flour (assunming my maif holds up to be +- 200) it just seems harder to change the amount witrhout killing the capsulre/

alan negative posted:
    jesus fucking chrsit

Verdafolio posted:

    made the 160 proof vodka + pheanzepam. i thought it would wasn't neough, so we redocsed. of course turns out we over did it. i just gav \e tout some to a friend and like minutes later our cltohes are off and we're fuckng

    so after a while um, i can't really remember, but like ii'm back in my dorm and the day is gone and is 2 am. some guys i know came over with and i shared some with them i thihnk. they were already p screwed up already. i tink i'm going go crash and go to bed soon. My piracetam rarrivedtoo.
   ---
    i woke up late for work,but mutore imporatntly is my cell phone at?
   ---
    my boss forgovea me anmd blamed it on new sleep medication the doctor gives us. i think i vaguely muble something about lunesta and a giant butterfly i can get through this.
    after for tmy exams though. guess i'm going to BS it!

brewkakke posted:
    Okay, to anyone that ordered sice I have left, I am sorry for the delay. My stock got stolen o9n the bus and my bike is missing somehwere which sucks becaue my scale was is in my bike box. I'll know by 5 whether or not they found my bike box by 5, but if no then I have to file a complaint and then it might take 90 day. Ludkily I had enough mooney for mo0re stock, so I can sell more and I can probably afford a new scalel aJust hang tight and I PR0MISE you will recieve your shipment come hell or high water.
    Ask the other customers, I do my best to do good work. this has been a nightmare for me, so you might want to hold off on new orders.

    Once again, I am really sorry. I'll update when i can get to my mother's house.

techno allah posted:

    Welp, last night i needed some trivial item out of some box in the attic and i stepped on the drywall and came crashing down into the bathroom. I guess put that into the negatives.


Rizien posted:
    I bet felonious robberies of your own car from an impound lot counts as world's craziest or some shit...but it's all bogus so I can't talk about it until this case is over.
    ........CLIFFHANGER

AssGaper 2.0 posted:
    i love this thread, i love this drug. one of my friends has been tapering off of OC for a few months now, and is down to a "reasonable" dose, and is ready to stop cold turkey and has requested some of this stuff. he doesnt know what it is, or how cheap it is, and offered me A LOT for 100mg of it, but i'm not a dick so I just gave it to him for free. he has stopped before using huge doses of other benzos, so i am not to concerned about him OD'ing or anything. I'm only giving him 10mg at a time. will report back in 2 weeks.


    Also, whilst on this stuff i wrote a graduate level A paper. I wasnt completely fucked, but still. everyone who proofread it was like "wtf mate were you on a shitload of adderall or something?". Quite the opposite
    Still waiting on my Braveheart axe to get here...
    ---
    i just dosed about 5mg and have a pint of hennessy (smoking emote)
Fat Cat posted:
    So after i eyeballed anotehr dose yesterday, i got bored when i was watching a movie so I drank some kratom extract, i think it was 30 drops. But then i washed the bottle out and drank that too. then My friend stopped by and we chiled for a bit then wnet out to eat. he was on hydro too so we were just sitting there chilling and it was really cool but then i had this weird time warp going on where i was sittign in the car and i blinked my Eyes and 30 minutes just disappeared from the clock. Oh yeah then we went and smokd some good weed, and i couldn't stand up i was really fucked. then i dont remember anythin. and i was somehow back in my bed when i woke up at 12. i took some more joose an hour ago ro something i dont think its affecting me too bad, but i did have time warp. what do yo uguys thing?

dethkon posted:
    I'm kind of over da joose, for now
I don't have any really crazy stories, (except for the standard fare- cross-state trip to Miami to party like an animal, go to strip clubs, and buy heroin in Overtown).

massolit posted:
    First ever joose weekend: (caveat: other substances were involved)

    Friday evening: Joose 2mg, no point starting slow, right? Hit up my room for some pre-drinking as a ton of my buddies were up for the weekend. Eneded up fucking some guy after we both did a couple lines of mepehedrone. He leaves, we go to the club.

    Friday night: the club. I get my joose/vodka concoction taken off me by the bouncers. It's about 5mg joose/PGml in 10ml vodka in orange squash, so not much liquid by volume. Bounder is a complete asshole and decides to squirt the bottle down his throat just as fuck you to me. Well, enjoy your night, asshole. I did not see him on the way out, but did see one less bouncer than on my way in, and one more ambulance.

    Friday post club: A select few head back to my room again. I fuck (/snog? not sure on this one) another dude before the rest of my gang caught up. Spent the next few hours talking about how my best friend of 3 years (also on drone) would absolutely love to fuck my brains out--if her bf wasn't sitting right there. Not sure how he felt about this one. Also watched said boyfriend get way more reasonably fucked up on drone than is normal, sort-of 'people who pretend to be way higher than they are "drug-pet-peeves" territory.' Whatever.

    Saturday: ???? Looking at remaining stash must have consumed about 12mg

    Sunday: Went to a club, did more drone, did more joose, took a fat (but fairly fit) chick back to her place, couldn't get up for love nor money, passed out, woke up, left.

    Monday: ? edit: had a driving lesson! was joosed as fuck but no crashes or anything.
    Tuesday:? edit2: ordered Jenga from argos. Currently canceling order as I do not want Jenga for fucking Nintendo DS
    Wednesday:?

    I've no idea what has happened these last three days. At one point a vague memory of me fucking my ex in the ass comes to mind but who knows maybe i dreamt that. Needless to say I did continue consuming joose throughout this period, but have decided it might be time for a break. Typing is at least vaguely back to normal, although I'd estimate typing this post as taking about 45 minutes.




KillerBean posted:
    i woke upt too fucking llose for this joose
    edit its lke hooking up with an ugly girl cause one you do it the subseuquent timess asre meaningless
    ---
    Yesterday:
    Dosed 1 mg joose before work
    Dosed 3 mg joose after work diluted in Johnny Red
    Drove to south jersey successfully
    Felt pretty good
    Made jokes about robbing a bank while I was at a bank and the staff was more than gregarious
    Arrived at my mother's house
    Dosed librium
    Dosed cyclobenzaprine
    Dosed darvocet
    Went for cheese enchiladas with this girl
    Felt chemically amazing
    Ordered a Dos Equis
    Drove home; should have been arrested for reckless driving
    Made it to my street
    Slammed into a parked car
    Parked far away to hide responsibility
    Went inside and messaged two dozen girls on ok cupid


    Today:
    Woke up at 11:15am on my own accord because the alarm did not make noise - or did it?
    I was due in the office by 9:00am
    Somehow I made it here but I am wearing flannel and cowboy boots


CSS posted:
The scariest my experiences got was waking up clutching a pile of opened mail that wasn't mine and wondering exactly what the hell I did to get it. Mug a postman? Mailbox raid? I'll never know. Though it's funny imagining my zombie self seeking out random mail to violate.
Also I went out to McDonalds and got a few of their new burgers and posted a mangled thread in BYOB about how good they tasted. A week afterwards I wasn't sure on the possibility of a good McDonald burger existing and maybe that was a dream or something but I verified this tonight and they are indeed tasty burgers.


BigSuave posted:
Oh man well I" in the missle of my fam renion. I think thry'tre on to me. 200 mgs was definitelyenough, aloung with all the weed and itrous chargers my buddy gave me for no reasdon (I don't like nitrous) but holdy god.

It tool be 8+ houra to drive to protland fomr seattle and another 6 to bend from there so I don't know what the fuck happened. BU tI got to go to dinner now. Need to keep it cool anad all.

I'll post more whn i have time ofr and sober or at the verty least get back and have time to refplect on it all but in the mean tim shi'ts pretty chil. Went river rafting today. My family tihnkgs the vailium my dentist gave me last wednesedtasy hasn't work off yet or something. Sugh.

I ot to go, know im not makeing sensel def don't feel as soer as I did initialy.
My guess is through ~100mg but who's to say?

Love to all, will update when I know what the fuck.e


E: oh yeah and I got pulled over lie 1-2 rest stops south of olympia, thinking I was near portland and the Wa state patrol pulled me over beasd they thought I had been drinking. But I offered a breath test (no deirnking) but refused subjective tests. they geave me the breath test, looked st me sidewats (I told them my medication made me drowsy and it was like 3AM) and they actually let me go. Actuallly let. Me. Fuking .go.

hahahahaha


AfroSpatula posted:
    If I bombed 200mg of phenazepam, would I die?
AfroSpatula posted:
    I should go back on my bupropion, my ideation when alone has been getting unmanageable.

meanolmrcloud posted:
idk man, i had a pretty good time. I'd show up for work a shaky sweaty mess that hadn't slept in 2 weeks and people would say 'whats up!' and i'd say 'hmmmahdgbd'and then feel my BP spike while trying to battle a bout of vertigo that seemed to come and go every 23 seconds.


Royale with Cheese posted: (Jul 15)
    I've finally used Phenazepam for a non-recreatioonql dose. Only 8mg sound right?
    Also, whst is the threshold dose of )oose?

Royale with Cheese posted:
    Hey, just replying to say I'm stil alive. Burned through the 200mg of joose in a week or so and ended up in the psych ward for a bit and $350 damage to a friend's car. Did find out I'm bipolar too, which I suppose is a good thing to find out.

    Currently making myself a joose milkshake of kiwi, banana, ice cream, peach, ice cream, and chocolate syrup along with oreos, 4-5 shots of everclear and 4mg joose.
    E: 1oomg trams as well

    Last night was a joose bike ride, and I couldn't follow a straight line. Anybody have experience with joosed swimming?

    Just wondering.

    E: First joose order was unmeasured, have a syringe and 2mg/1ml setup currently.

Someone else says: You got your joose on June 19, disappear between the 20th and 29th, then disappear again until that post on July 11.  You should probably stop the joose.


TangerineDream posted:
    Ok, I think fucked up dosage.
    a lot of the phen did not dissolve in the whisky which lead me to start chugging it. In fact, a lot of powerder was still in the mixing bowl I was stirring the micture up Should I try something like everclear for better absorption?



Royale with Cheese
    Jul 27, 2006
	Anyone tried white grapefruit juice and phenazepam? I just received some - still waiting on the PG to ship out. Gonna get phen'd out properly this time.

Would the grapefruit juice potentiate the phen for the whole blackout?

Also, a friend told me a vague phen recollection from a few weeks ago, when I was dosing dissolved in Everclear and taking shots of Everclear to get fucked up. We caused a minor traffic accident in front of a cop, no damage to either vehicle and I was moving to avoid hitting another car so we drove off, still phenned and happy.

Haters gonna hate.


TangerineDream
	Oh gos im lying in bed and I cant move a muscle. Good thikng ai have the next days off
# ? Aug 06, 2010 02:31

BEGIN GENERIC DRUG SHIT HERE
My spring break drinking binge turned into a five month binge. I'm about 200 lbs, and when I started out I only needed about three shots to get wasted. I found myself drinking more and more as time progressed. Soon I graduated to a fifth of vodka every night. After drinking by myself until 7 in the morning, falling down a flight of stairs, and not being able to remember driving to the waffle house, I decided to quit cold turkey.

I remember throwing up for about three or four days. I would be sweating one second, but freezing the other. I couldn't eat because the thought of food made me cough up bile from the pit of my gut. Water also made me vomit for the first day. I smoked a lot of weed because it helped the nausea and also because I needed to be knocked the fuck out.

I also remember having really vivid dreams about driving into the surface of the sun. I would wake up on the other end of the room in front of a fan I didn't remember turning on. I didn't seriously entertain the idea of withdrawals because... I guess I was a scared 18 year old girl. The emergency room told me I had an unknown virus and sent me home after I tested negative for swine flu.



some guy gets fucked out of his gourd on amt
Then, m turned on some Phish. We smoked a couple bowls of midgrade and it tasted incredible. Now, about 4.5 Hours after ingestion, the colors started. First, it was subtle, just sort of like everything was slightly glowing. But within another 30 minutes it was a full blowout, everything was colors. I remember looking at my hand with the ceiling being the background. My hand was orange and my fingernails were black. They grew out of my hand slowly and it was fucking incredible. The background (the ceiling,) was a total shifting-rainbow. It kept changing but was a constant flow of certain colors. It was just totally incredible.

Now at this point (5.0 - 5.5 Hours later,) I was still feeling very euphoric and lovey. M is sort of homophobic and strange, and I was lying on his leg. He kept calling me 'gay' and whatnot, and it started to sort of irk me. After repeated abuse, I finally flipped the fuck out. I sort of remember the next 2 hours, but it began like this…

1:00 (6.0 Hrs after ingestion)] I became convinced that I was gay. I sat in the middle of m's bed trying to figure out my sexuality. I kept saying 'I got it!', 'I lost it!' Over & over. Basically, I’d figure everything out. But then, I’d forget everything I’d just figured out, probably because it never made sense in the first place.

2:00 (6.5 Hrs)] I call my girlfriend [I barely remember this, but was told many a time about it,] I ask her if she thinks I’m pretty and if she thinks I should be gay. She gets freaked out and I don't remember anything she said. I don't even remember calling her.

3:00 (6.7 Hrs)] I absolutely hate cats. Especially when I’m tripping. I tried to murder M's cat, I chased it around the house yelling and throwing garbage at it for probably 5 minutes. M's freaking out at this point and trying to tackle me. I ran downstairs and ended up breaking all of my cd's (godamnit.) I also broke M's computer speakers. Apparently music really tripped me out.

4:00 (7.0 Hrs)] M is scared, he calls my mom. My mom tells him to call an ambulance, and he does so.

5:00 (7.2-3 Hrs)] Ambulance arrives. For some strange reason, I get in willingly. They take me outside and I remember thinking the ambulance was parked on the roof of the house. They put me on the stretcher and I asked them how they planned to get me on the roof. Those asshole bastards, they just treated me like I was crazy. Which isn't good when you're feeling like you're going crazy.

6:00 (7.5 Hrs)] Hell begins. Imagine lying in the back of a screaming ambulance with two guys who won't answer any of your questions or look at you. They continually stick strange instruments into your body and inject you with god knows what. They won't talk to me. Why? It drove me absolutely crazy. I start to think, 'maybe I am crazy?'

7:00 (8.0 Hrs)] Get to the hospital. I'm lying in the bed, strapped down. I think the doctor is Ronald McDonald, and I call him Dr. Ronald McDonald. Mr. McDonald asks what hurts. I tell him my genitals. I kick and scream and tear off the sheets. I think at this point I also urinated on myself. I can't remember anything except having to pee really badly for almost an hour. I remember seeing my mother there and thinking how out of my head I must've looked. I felt absolutely psychotic and I thought I was stuck tripping like this, locked inside of my brain for the rest of my life. Pretty frightening.

8:00 (8.2 Hrs)] Doctors inject me with a central nervous system depressant. Not quite sure what the dosage, all I remember is one minute everything being colors and chaos, and the next being rolled down a hallway and not being able to move. Not really wanting to move either. I stayed in that coma-like state for about 18 hours. I was awake, but not quite conscious. I could mumble to people and I drooled a whole lot. I woke up, basically, feeling a lot better.

After this whole experience, I was subjected to a ton of different medical 'professionals' who thought that I was in a terrible depression and I had tried to commit suicide. I kindly tried to inform them that I was just experimenting with something new, but apparently none of them thought that I was old enough to comprehend 'experimenting'. I had to speak to a psychologist before they'd let me leave the hospital, and they made me undergo a bunch of tests to make sure the AMT hadn't fucked my brain up totally.

In conclusion, AMT was incredible.

"Thrown off the roof"
Monday 7:30 a.m. I chugged a fifth of vodka and got smashed (normal routine for me)

10:00 a.m. I decided to chug another fifth (not routine) and from there I blacked out. Next thing I know it's 5:00 p.m. I went to the liquor cabinet and found it empty. OH SHIT! I had no money left, so I knew what comes next: HELL! I knew it was going to be a rough night, but not like I ever expected. One should know that I haven't touched alcohol since this happened, and I pray for those who still suffer such an affliction.

Anyway, I'm sure you heard about pink elephants? Well, it's not true. They are actually demons! HORRIBLE DEMONS!!!!! When the withdrawls began, I began to shake violenly. This was normal for me, considering that I went through it several times before. Then I blacked out again, which I didn't expect. I can only assume that it was a seizure. When I came to, it was around 2:00 a.m. That is when the hallucinations began.

I was sitting on the roof of a victorian style house lookin at the ground approx. 3 stories below. Sitting next to me was my fiance. The funny thing is that she died three years prior (I've been drinking non-stop since). She pointed to the lawn below and said, 'You should be down there, Not up here.' After that she transformed into a nightmarish 'THING' that I couldn't possibly describe in words without crying. 'IT' then picked me up and threw me off of the roof. When I fell to the ground, it hurt. It actually happened? Not likely, but when I came out of my delirium, I realised I was wandering around in my neighborhood and there was a huge gash on my head. I had lost alot of blood. I happened to have my cell phone with me, so I called myself an ambulance, in which they treated me for my injury and detoxed me safely with librium.

Today I am alcohol free an happy.

IM A GOD NOW
550mg methylone, a ton of alcohol, 40mg of 4-ho-mipt

I daze in and out of conciousness for god knows how long but do remember 'coming round' about 4am. Visuals are so unbeleivably heavy they're unreal. Spacial distorsion to an astonishing degree, rooms are so out of persepctive I'm unsure that I'm actully in them. I decide to go into the garden for a cig. As I sit there I feel almost god like. I sit at the garden table and I'm sure there are other dark spirirts sat around the table with me and I feel like some kind of intergalatic physcadellic being. I feel like a dark being, a deeply sinister and dark being surrounded at the table by other similar beings with starnge swirling bats flying around us. Visuals are very intense.

I go back inside and try to calm down. It doesnt work. I panic. I panic a lot. Grab a coat and go into the garden again. I jump over the garden fence and start walking at a ferocious pace, I walk about 4 miles to a local farmers field with a lake in the middle of it, my only mental reasoning at the time being 'theres water there, if I can get there I'll be fine.'

I kept telling myself 'Its a drug, it'll wear off' over and over again but when I got to about 7am things werent improving, people were turning up at the lake and I was still very much out-of-control and very much panicked. I was starting to get auiable hallicinations aswell, strange noises and noises from people that werent there. By this point I'm no longer drunk or under the influenace of the methylone however cannot understand why the 4homipt still has such an unforgiving and strong grip of me.

Meanwhile, back in the field, I was using my hand as a 'How-much-am-I-still-tripping' gauge. I'd look at it to see if it looked any less weired than it had previous, and each time it looked like some horrid twisted tree branch, like something from a tim burton film, whats more, something that didnt belong to me.

I assess the situation. I've walked at least 4 miles at the speed of a possessed beast fleeing the scene of a crime and drunk little water. I feel dehydrated. I ponder drinking water from the lake but am sure that will arouse suspicion from surrounding dog walkers. If indeed the dog walkers are really there at all.

I check my pockets. Shit me. I have my mobile phone and its charged up. FANTASTIC. I think if only I could articulate my situation to someone. I have a 'test' conversation with my self to see if I can still talk. I can't. Not without sounding like horrible and un-natural. I can't think of words to say either. I barely rememebr my name.

At this point I became very alarmed and feared very slightly for my life. Looking back I fell into a deep state of panic when I jumped over the fence and fled. I should have just stopped. Thought for a second, gone back, gone bed and sweated it out. Here I am wasted to fuck on some chemical I cant even remeber the name of, dehydrated, potentialy scaring the shit out of innocent dog walkers at 7am in the morning. I phone my best friend and partner in crime, M. M doesnt answer. I call again and again and again again. I'm getting cold as well.

I text him. The mobile phone is very very difficult to use. I can focus on it visually but find it hard to fathom what I meant to do in order to acheive my desired outcome. All I can muster is 'NEED HELP....HELP.' No response.

Dude came and talked him down.


HIGH SCHOOLERS GETTING DRUNK
The next thing I know I am waking up at 4:30 in the morning with my pants off. I am thinking to myself 'Oh fuck what happened?' I turned to my friend and said 'What the fuck man?' He just laughed at me. I stumbled my way into a car and got home, driven home by my still very drunk friend. Ok then I wake up in my bed feeling like absolute SHIT. I ran into the bathroom and puked. Then I started taking a shower and puked. I went back to bed and puked.

My parents didn't see me puking but they knew what had happened. My dad comes up to me and says 'What the hell happened last night? You came home with your dick hanging out of your pants and wearing someone else's shoes.' Apparently I forgot to zip my fly and I just grabbed a random pair of shoes from the party, they were girl size 6, I am size 12. I talked to my friends about the previous night and they told me that I was so drunk I passed out immediately, but not before mumbling some stuff in Russian (my native language). When I was passed out some girls stole my pants and I woke up and began puking uncontrollably. I was told by several people that I had puked on at least 10 different occasions that night.

I puked in a flower bed, outside, on some bed sheets, in the garage, on the drive way, and on some guy. When I was passed out my friend tried to move me to the garage because I was puking so much. While moving me he dropped me unto the floor and I had a bruise there the morning after. I was laying unconscious in the garage for hours just puking away. A girl gave me some blankets so I wont be cold but I just puked all over those. My friend gave me a bowl to puke in and I just smacked my face into it and passed out again. I also had some strange things in my pockets the morning after, my friends wet socks were stuffed inside my pockets, I also had a scratch on my cock (how the hell did that happen I don't know, but I sure want to know).

The morning after hangover was so intense that when I went to drink a glass of water, as soon as I drank half a glass I started puking it out. My stomach was incredibly sore as was my throat. My brain could not function right the morning after, on many occasions I had forgotten that I even drank last night but then I puked some more and remembered. Some people said I am luck to have woken up from that. I was later informed that I drank 'more than I've ever seen anyone drink in my life man'. For the next couple months the thought of alcohol made me want to puke again. My throat was so sore from puking that swallowing my saliva was extremely painful. During my 3 day hangover I must have puked at least 10 times, had very bad diarrhea, and got grounded for 2 weeks.


ABSINTHE
I managed to gather the information that I had wandered over to my local pub with my mate who was also drinking the absinthe.

Apparently I made a complete fool of myself, shouting and swearing and wanting to fight a large group of steroid abusers. And this is not my nature at all. Make love not war, I have always said. I'm usually a quiet person who just enjoys a smoke and a few mushrooms now and then. But that stuff changed me in way that I now see why Vincent Van Gogh cut his ear off. Because he was drinking that devilish stuff excessively and I was in such a state that I probably would have as well. My mother apparently found me outside my backdoor with my trousers around one ankle, head butting the door and cursing everything under the sun. And no mother wants to see their 17 year old son in such a mess, trying to make snow angels on wet grass in the pouring down rain.

SMOKIN TOAD
about a week ago a friend found a toad near a pond by our cabin(we live in australia). It was bufo. I was pretty excited to try this because the friend I was with said that if I take a big hit it is very intense. It was about 3:00PM and my friend obtained the venom with out hurting the toad. We let it dry for a little bit and we finaly put it in a glass test tube and lit it up I took a hit first and about a couple seconds later it came on so strong all I remember was seeing bright colors and then becoming so dizzy and my vision went black I woke up on the floor curled up in a ball about 20 minutes later and realized that I had urinated and shit myself. There was also vomit all over my shirt my friend was also about done with his trip and said his trip was nowhere as intense as mine was. I will really think again before trying toad.

AYAHUASA WHAT
It was finally time to drink the brew. I went outside to my backyard, which was filled with beautiful herbs, flowers and trees and laid out a blanket to sit on. I had crushed the Syrian Rue seeds and put them into capsules, and to start it off I took 3 pills (there were 6 Rue capsules in all), and about 5 minutes later I took the last 3 pills. I drank the brew slowly, over about a period of 30 minutes.

After about an hour after taking the brew the experience was kicked into high gear. The brown fence that surrounded my backyard came alive with tribal faces and designs. Visually, things were entrancing. I had numerous closed eye visuals that seemed to be triggered by what I thought was “aligning my chakras”. Kaleidoscopic Buddhas entered my inner world and floated all around. I got up to dance and while I was dancing, a voice came inside my head and told me that life was just a endless dance. I was reenacting the birth and death of the universe. I became Kali, and my voice roared with anger, but then the inner voice came back and reminded me of the dance. My body also seemed to be changing, my skin seemed to be getting lighter and more old and feminine, but then quickly flashed back to it’s original form.

My mother came outside to see how I was doing, and now I could see how much the Ayahuasca was affecting my vision. My mothers face seemed to be made up of many pastel colors that glided to and fro. We talked about how I was feeling and how I could help humanity. But at the time, I just felt that humanity was stuck in it’s endless dramas, and I was in a place beyond drama, where I understood that everything was just a dance no more no less. She left me a short time after, and I felt guilty about not taking the right action or really integrating what my mother had said. So I came inside and talked to her about her country, Colombia and then decided to dance with my mom. We put on some Carlos Vives and had a fun time laughing and dancing. But then I started getting woozy and it was hard for me to understand her and the music seemed to become metallic and foreboding. At this point I can’t remember anything else, I blacked out.
But the next morning when I woke up, my mother and father told me of the nightmare that I had wrought on myself and on them.

Supposedly I started screaming “Rape!” and “Homosexuality!” at the top of my voice. I tried to hurt myself by jumping over the fence of my backyard. They told me I had taken off my pants and underwear and started clutching my testicles. I got very aggressive and as my dad tried to hold me down, I bit his nipple and hurt him very badly. They said I had a deranged look in my eyes, and that I did not stop screaming “Rape!” and “Homosexuality!” for about 3 hours straight. I do not remember any of this. I hurt myself by scratching my face, arms, and falling numerous times.
The next morning when they told me of this, I looked at my body, and all over are bruises and cuts from where I hurt myself. Without my dad, I don’t know if my mom could’ve controlled me.

In conclusion, I feel I made my brew too powerful,

BELLADONNA
It has only been 6 days since my first (and last) belladonna experience. Having read up extensively on this plant I was quite excited to find a large bush of deadly nightshade at a local park and as I grabbed a twig to examine the purple berries I squeezed the contents into my eye. It immediately began to sting; I licked my finger (stupid idea) and rubbed furiously at my eyeball. Before walking to the park, I had drunk around about 5 standard drinks so I was pleasantly inebriated as I walked home after the incident with the berries.

(00.15 mins after absorption)

As I walked home, I began to feel very very drunk, my head felt extremely heavy and I was stumbling quite badly. However I continued to drink when I got home.

(00.30 mins after absorption)

My head is now extremely heavy; feel drunker than I’ve ever been before. Hallucinating very badly, I saw myself, my own body and walked around myself and screamed at myself. Kicked at myself (which was actually a wall) then became disinterested as my phone was ringing. I answered and it was my friend. I told him via lots of screaming that I had eaten magic mushrooms and I felt funny. Then another friend rang and I felt out of control and I told her I had taken heroin.

(00.50 mins after absorption)

A dog ran out in front of me, it was my old dog, which had long since passed away. For some reason I thought this was real, it seemed so real. My head was full of static noise as I followed my dead dog down to the park where I had originally taken the deadly nightshade into my eye. As I walked my legs would fall out from under me causing me to go crashing into the road, but my dog would always wait for me.

(Approx an hour and half after absorption)

When I reached the park I was hallucinating widely (although it still seemed normal). I’ve taken a lot of hallucinogens (LSD, mescaline, DMT etc. quite a few times) but these visions were nothing like them, for one they were a change of the entire scenery and to me they seemed real.

There was lightning all around me, the sky was ripped apart and clouds sweeping by quickly, they were tinged with red. All around me (its 8.00 pm) the normally deserted park is filled with people; horrible gray shadows with back holes for eyes, there are thousands of them. The trees are dripping with blood and the ground is littered with body parts. These people are laughing at me, but I can only hear them in my head, they scream at me, horrible things about the universe coming to an end. I remember grabbing my head and screaming.

(Approx two hours after absorption)

nb. This account is from my friends who found me; at this point I no longer have a recollection of what happened.

I was found at the park, screaming in some unknown language at the top of my voice, I was deliberately hurling myself towards the ground, into trees and walls and attempting to throw myself into the river. They called the ambulance who then called the cops. They spent at least half an hour trying to settle me down but I was too confused and violent. The police handcuffed me and tried to hold me down but I threw them off. The ambulance officers shot me up six times with a sedative, which finally brought me down.

I spent 3 days in an induced coma and five days in intensive care, this is where I woke up having no idea what had happened or who I was.

The Australian doctors had never seen a case of belladonna/atropine poisoning before and decided that an opiate derivative and general anesthetic was a good treatment.

Belladonna was a descent into absolute madness; to this day my vision has not recovered (blurry and unable to focus), of all the drugs I’ve used belladonna was the strongest and most terrifying. I would never recommend this plant to anyone who doesn’t want to wipe themselves out to the point of dying. It wasn’t ‘trippy’, enlightening and fun. It was the most horrific experience I’ve ever had before.


THE TERROR

I was going through a bad time, my wife had left me, I was stuck with the kids, no money, no food, no transportation. I had used shamanic drumming before to discover certain things, and I decided to do it again, but with a 'little help'. I had a large shrub of Brugsmansia sanguinea I had grown from a cutting. I made a tea, and not knowing a proper dosage, guessed at 2 leaves and two reddish orange flowers. I went to bed, and tried to do some drumming. After a while, I felt the drug coming on, quite strong, but for some reason, I fought it. I fell asleep. I had terrifying dreams of being chased by a demon who kept smashing my face into the projectors in a movie-theatre projection booth where I worked. I woke up at one point, from pain, as I ran into the kitchen counter at full speed, which smacked me down, and I crashed on my back on the hard floor, no hands to cushion me whatever. I gasped from the shock and pain and 'passed out' again. That's all I remember.
When I awoke the next morning, I felt very strange. There was blood on the sheets, my legs were cut up, some nasty cuts on my forehead. My son stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me. He looked at me strangely and said, 'Dad, I think you need to come into the living room.' I followed him and stared aghast at the carnage. A large plate glass window, about 4 feet by 8 feet, had been smashed - it was not safety glass, there were ominous daggers of glass. It seems I had gone through it, fortunately knees first, or I would have been decapitated. I had torn the back door off its hinges, same thing with the clothes dryer. 'What happened?' I asked him.
He said I went crazy during the night, they didn't know why. The three kids cowered in their room as I ran back and forth through the house, smashing full speed into walls (evidently at the same time as my dreams of being chased by the demon). I was yelling and saying strange things. I stood in the shower with my clothes on and wept. I seemed intent on destroying myself, and did the aforementioned damage to the window and door.

I went to check myself in the mirror. I looked like a Martian - my blue-green eyes were completely black, like those guys infected by the alien virus in the 'X-Files'. And I was cut up very badly.

DO NOT TRY THIS STUFF!!! maybe under controlled circumstances with an experienced shaman it would be a different experience, but I could have been killed, and it was truly the most frightening experience of my life.

I MUST BE CRAZY
I called Cindy to find out a little more about my night, not expecting to hear a lot, as I believed that I could remember most things. When she answered I was in for a rude shock, her first words being 'DONT YOU EVER TAKE THAT SHIT AROUND ME AGAIN! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE KIND OF HELL YOU PUT ME THROUGH LAST NIGHT? I'VE PROBABLY LOST MY JOB AND MY ROOM AND ITS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!'

f***, not what I expected, my obvious reply 'What did I do?' For such a short question i received an extremely long and painful answer. 'You pissed on my bedroom wall, my hallway wall, the bathroom wall, your pants, and just about anything else you could get your penis close to. You then proceeded to lay in my landlords bed, wet pants and all, got bored with that, went into the bathroom and ran a hot shower...never got in it, the water ran cold, moved back over to the toilet and attempted to shove multiple rolls of toilet paper down the 'S' bend, then sat in the bath talking gibberish to no one in particular. You were convinced that light is actually a form of sound that had re-wired itself into our hands and if you know how to drink it properly you'll turn blue' (she backed up this statement with a recording, it was undeniably my voice) this is when i started to realise that this really wasn't a joke, and that my memory of the nights adventures and activities was completely unreliable. I had heard enough from Cindy, and felt sufficiently ashamed with my actions to shed a tear. I didn't call my father, scared of the response I would receive.

My phone rang - Jack, a good mate. 'Hey Jack. How's things?'...'Thanks for calling this morning at 1 am, 2:30 AND 3 o'clock. I only answered the first time. Your an f-ing idiot. What's this shit your were carrying on about? Something about lasers and confregilations...WHAT THE HELL IS A CONFREGILATION?' I simply apologized, explained what I had taken, and hung up the phone, feeling even worse.

Eventually I had to face the music and go home. Dad didn't say much aside from 'If you do anything like this again, your out for good.' The horrible feeling in my gut intensifying further.

The worst side affect of this drug is the embarrassment and shame I felt when told of my actions on the drug.


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I have had a few personal experiences with Moonflowers. I took ten white flowers (a dose way above the 'recommended') boiled them in 200ml water and added 100ml milk afterwards. This was at about 7pm.

The first (approx.) hour was all waiting, but somewhere in the following hour I became extremely incoherent. The last thing I remember was shading my eyes from the brightness of the street lights. Apparently, I had run into to the road and was duly run over.

The night in hospital was hell...for everyone else that is. I had become a madman, security having to hold me down. I had almost lost my life in the crash, yet I was oblivious of any pain or discomfort.

The next morning the hallucinations were still running rife. I smoked imaginary cigarettes that would constantly fall out of my fingers or disintergrate into sand. I couldn't recognise my own mother and my mind had somehow convinced itself that I was at home in my bed and everybody in the room was just strangers in my room, even though I couldn't remember where the sores on my ankles and head had come from. I only became 'fully' coherent at about 8pm the night after I had consumed the flowers. Strangest thing was that I couldn't read for about three days, the letters were just one huge blur. The problem with this stuff is that there is no way in which one could tell the difference between a hallucination and reality.

Now you might say that I took way too much, but then again this wasn't the last trip I experienced. After hearing about my experience, a friend who had thought my story was very funny, declared that he also wanted to experience this trip.


Knowing that I had taken way too much last time I prepared a 'much softer' batch. I took three flowers, some hot water and just softly pulped the flowers for about a minute. I then rewarmed this and made coffee out the concoction. He drank it at approximately 8pm. My friend spent his entire trip at my house, luckily for him. I never expected him to become so tripped out. At first he seemed fine, for the first 35 min. He went to the bathroom and didn't come out. 20 minutes later his brother and I went into the bathroom and found him lying inside the bath. He couldn't walk, couldn't speak (although he constantly seemed to mumble things), but I could see in his face that his mind was working overtime. The hallucinations were too strong for him to handle. He wet himself twice that night, and did not sleep for one second.

The trouble came in the morning though, because by now his body had 'come to'. He was able to walk, but his speech was still impaired, and yet the hallucinations were still running his mind completely. He knocked things over everywhere and was having a 'hectic conversation' with my mother (who couldn't understand a word). He kept on speaking about horses standing in my garden and wanted to open the doors. This was at about 8am. About 2 hours later (when the hallucinations began to calm down and his ability to speak had fully returned) I began to 'experiment' on how his cognitive mind was working. Well... it wasn't. Simple math sums, like one plus one and five hundred plus five, posed a huge problem to him. His inability to tell me his own or mine or his brother's or his father's names also really bothered me.

This, unfortunately, was not the last time the 'drug' was used by a friend. I've had a few more who fell victim to their use of this plant, and each and every one of them ended up in hospital or jail. One of my friends got 'lost' in a large stretch of veld not too far from his house and spent almost the entire weekend falling around in the veld. The latest 'fool' wasn't so lucky, it does not seem as if his mind will fully recover from the trip. He resides in an institution until his mind recovers, if it does. I say 'fool' because this was a friend who knew what had happened to everybody else (only bad experiences), but still took the chance and he..., well, paid the price.

CORN FIELD OF BURGOWHATEVER PLANT
When it was dry, I went to my friends house with it but it never said the dose, so I winged it. I took about 4 grams of and put it between some gram crackers. In about 15 minutes I started to feel really different kind of like I was becoming drunk. But the day just kept getting weirder. Then me and my 3 miscellaneous friends went out to smoke some ganja. We had to walk to a field to smoke and it started to get hard to walk in a straight line. And when we finally did get to the corn field I was unable to pack a bowl so I asked my friend to pack it, and when he did he gave it to me. But when I did hold it I wasn’t able to hit it.

So I just went with it and it got a little weirder. The next thing I remember I was it was dark out and I stood up above the corn and I saw 3 cops walking towards me and at the time I thought I was still with my friends but I was alone talking to the cops but I was still talking to my friends who weren’t there. So the cops new that I wasn’t normal. They noticed that there was mud in my mouth and I had no idea where it came from. Later I found out I was passed out face down in the mud.

So the cops took me to their cop car but before they took me out of the field I said 'wait aren’t we gonna take this we can't forget it'? They said 'take what'? and I said the corn. So immediately after that they took me straight to their car and we waited there for an ambulance because they seemed worried. I guess because every time I would look away I would forget they were there and I would start talking to my friends who were long since gone. And when the ambulance came they started to drive me to the hospital while I was in the ambulance strapped down to a stretcher I kept trying to get out of it and I kept unbuckling it during this the police officer that was in the back with me was having a hard time keeping me from moving and trying to unbuckle it he must have told me to stop trying to get out about 10 times before we got to the hospital.

The story is just gay from here.

I PUNCHED A COP
At first I was like this shit sucks around 20 min. Later I felt like I drank a bottle of whisky I felt so drunk it was fun at fist the walk home seemed short I remember getting home I went to my room I took a bite of a chicken I had left over from dinner when I tried to swallow it I choked on it my throat was so dry like cotton mouth but worse I felt so drunk that I got tired and I said to my self that’s it I’m done I laid down to sleep that was the worst mistake I ever made I don’t remember waking up I had a flash back after and see my self walking right into the wall in my room but I don’t remember nothing really only certain things.

My mom had seen me tripping see tells me that she asked me 'hey what’s wrong with you'?

I turned and looked at her and said don’t worry about it and slammed the door in her face she ended up calling the cops because she didn’t know what to do my older brother was there and my sister in law she said that she saw me in the rest room with conditioner all over my hands and face I was really tripping then.

By the time the cops showed up I was seeing things my eyes were all blurry I could not focus and one of cops told me hey do you know were you’re at? I said sure we are at the police station when we were in my front room then the cop asked me have a seat and of course said no but you see cops don’t take no for an answer so he grabs a hold of me and sits me down I reacted and punched him right in the face. At that same moment I snapped out of it I heard my mom yell stop!! And my brother say the same the cop whips out his beating stick I remember seeing it click I heard it also from there my mom took me to the hospital with to cops as escorts but I don’t remember the ride there but I recall some things like seeing rats every ware seeing objects and shapes and all this might seem fun but it wasn’t because I didn’t enjoy the high any ways I spent about 3 days tripping in the hospital the come down was sick I felt weak for 2 days.

GUY DOES A TON OF DRUGS, KEEPS A LOG, FLIPS THE FUCK OUT

9:00 PM – Drunk and very happy about life. I am about to show my parents my drinking problem.

The log ended there. The rest of the night was retold to me by the various witnesses involved. I stumbled into my parent's room, screaming and talking randomly about everything, drunk as hell. I started throwing stuff around, swearing at everyone I met, and laughing a lot. Apparently I kept complaining of seeing visions and vivid hallucinations and it was horrifying me.

I became extremely sexual, so when the cops came by I hit on them again and again, and soon they had little choice but to call the ambulance due to the huge amount of drugs I had obviously ingested. I was rude to everyone at the hospital. I pulled my IV out, pissed all over the nurse picking some stuff I threw down for some reason, and even offered to give the cops blowjobs if they let me go. The Doctors confirmed that other than completely out of my mind, I was fine to go, but my parents refused to let me come home, so I was tossed into the drunk tank. Apparently this entire time I kept asking what was going on, because my 'memory was off' as the cops said, I couldn't remember what I said a half minute ago, or even why I was where I was.

He also recalled me having conversations with people who weren't there, suddenly going from outright depressed, to happy, to angry, and then back again, for no reason. I also kept asking to go to prison so I could be 'gangraped', and that I wanted to jerk off right there.

When thrown into the drunk tank I took a shit all over, tried eating it and had to be tasered to stop, pissed under the door, jerked off in the tank, thrown all of my clothing off and dunked my head in the toilet, attacked a cop and had a shot of mace in my face, and I even had entire conversations with invisible people. I was out of my mind.

At about 5:00 AM I snapped out of it when the drugs finally wore off, and I was confused. Due to having no memory of the night before because Zopiclone destroys your ability to make memories while on it--hence why I kept a log ready so I could record as I tripped--I was horrified. There was I, naked, in a sealed room with water everywhere, smelling like piss and shit, and handcuffed to the wall. The next few hours were the most terrifying few hours of my life as nobody came to my aid, and I wouldn't be allowed out for another six hours.

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After the movie, our friend Samantha came to take us to our friend Rob's house to smoke more. By the time she arrived, I was speaking mostly nonsense. I felt like I was talking normally, but neither of them could understand, so it was kind of frustrating. We got in Sam's car. On the ride I thought I was smoking a cigarette, but I kept dropping it and then I wouldn’t be able to find it. This would continue for the next three days. We got to Rob's house and they all smoked another blunt. They didn't give me any, but I didn’t notice, I was still smoking my imaginary cigarettes and speaking gibberish. I went into Rob's bathroom and tried to pee again. In my mind I still couldn't pee. From what I found out later, I actually peed all over the floor and the walls. I also took all of his family's toothbrushes and put them in my pocket. I do not know why. They all went outside to smoke another blunt and I did too. As they were smoking, I wandered away and they found me about an hour later in a neighbor's yard talking to a pine tree. I do not remember why.

This is where my memory gets better. We left rob’s house and went to a party at my friend John's house. Again, I smoked imaginary cigarettes the whole way there. I had no idea who I was, where I was, or who I was with and I had given up communicating because no one could understand me. When we got there, a lot of my friends were there, and John's mom, who I had known since kindergarden. It was his birthday and there were ballons. The ballons moved around and seemed to follow me. Their shape shifted between squares, circles, and triangle. I continued to smoke imaginary cigarettes. At first no one noticed my state because I was keeping quiet, I was standing in the corner because I was afraid of the balloons. John's mom saw me and came over to talk. She asked me about college, and I replied. To me I gave her a logical answer, but to her I was still speaking gibberish. She knew I was on something and took me to my parents, who in turn took me to the hospital.

This is where it gets messy.

On the walk back to my parent’s house, each piece of sidewalk I stepped on seemed to shatter away. I was terrified because I didn’t want to fall through but jolts of electricity ran through me when I tried to run. My parents were panicked and rushed me to the hospital because they didn’t even know I smoked weed at the time. When I got to the hospital, they took me right away. To me the doctors and nurses looked like monsters and I kept trying to get out of my chair and run. They had to physically restrain me. I didn’t even recognize my parents at this point. When they got a bed for me, they held me down and took my clothes off. I fought them as best I could, but any fast movement would send a shock of electricity through my body. I punched and kicked the nurses a few times but was unsuccessful in my attempt to escape. Eventually they calmed me down. One of the doctors told me he was a wizard and had a magic potion to cure me. He handed me a cup of black liquid and told me to drink it. It was charcoal to pump my stomach, which was futile because it had been hours since I took it. I gulped the drink and vomited everywhere.

Fast forward a little, no memory. Apparently at this point my kidneys were shutting down, so they had to put a tube in my penis so that I could pee. That was not fun at all. I remember screaming alot and trying to fight, but I was tied down.

Fast forward a little more. I was now in a different room. Chewbaca was next to my bed. I was tied to the bed still and all sorts of i.v.s were in me. I kept trying to rip them out so they had to put a lot of tape on them. Again, the imaginary cigarette came back. I smoked it for a while, then dropped it in my sheets. I tried to look for it, but instead I found the stick shift from my car. I looked up and I was driving down the street all of the sudden. I drove for a while and then went to hit the breaks, but they were gone. I kicked my feet but the sheets were covering them. Then I was back in the hospital room. I looked at the small fan in the room and a strange miniature girl was crouched behind it staring at me. I was scared of her and told chewbaca to take the fan out, and he did. I found out later chewbaca was my dad.

Next thing I knew, I was in Amanda's dorm room smoking a bowl like I had been a few weeks ago. All of the same people were there, and that day replayed itself almost entirely. Then I was back in the hospital bed. This vision of the dorm room and the vision of driving my car kept happening over and over, interspersed with being in the hospital bed next to chewbaca. The whole time I kept dropping the imaginary cigarette I was smoking.

Three days later, I woke up in the hospital bed feeling like I was hit by a train. I still had the pee tube and was hooked up to i.v.s. I had only a few memories of the past 4 days but they made no sense to me. As I write this, I realize again how patchy the memory is. My parents were there, and explained to me what happened. They called Amanda to find out what I took. They told me my kidneys stopped working for almost two days and just now were working again and my heart rate jumped from dangerously low to dangerously high over and over. The doctors gave me a 50% chance of survival. I spent the next day in i.c.u. before they release me. I was extremely weak for the next 5 or 6 days and they made me go to a drug councelor.

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My first and last datura experience started with me and 2 friends sitting around at a house deciding to rip off a Datura plant. After finding one and tearing a few flowers off it we sat at mates house and boiled it all up for half an hour and drunk about 3 cups each.

Now I'm a very experienced drug user but what happened next I was totally unprepared for...

At first the only feeling I felt was extreme muscle tiredness and I was almost un-able to stand. Neither could my friends. BANG! I'm at my friend's flat chatting to his flatmate, I say 'I want to go home now'. He says 'you are home'. I say 'I want to go to home where my mum lives'. SHE says 'I am your mum'. BANG! I suddenly realize I am at home, its almost midday. As my memory comes back I remember smoking many invisible cigarettes, thinking my mum and brother were friends of mine, talking to invisible people. Basicly not knowing where, what, how, or why.

I later found out I had been crawling on the floor, where we originally drunk the datura, eating 'bugs' while my friend convulsed and foamed at the mouth. When his straight sister called the ambulance, I lept off the balconey in pursuit of a friend who was actully on the other side of the house. Then my mum was called (by whom I still don't know) and she took me home where I spent hours rolling imaginary joints, snorting imaginary lines, talking to thin air about crap and basically scaring the shit out of my family.

One friend wound up in some bushes with no belt, pants around his knees 'listening' to music. The other was in hospital in a morphine induced coma. He was released the next day. He had been on anti-depressants and that fucked him up.

I can tell you its a very disturbing experience to take a drag on your ciggerate and find out you dont have one.. Or to talk to your brother about himself thinking he's someone else... or having your friends come round to see how you are, having a long chat with them only to realize they are not there. I cannot remember it all as it was only three days ago and I can't operate properly (its taken 2 hrs so far to write this because i cant see).

I do remeber trying to smoke my belt, throwing my cat in the bathtub, thinking my mum was Spike Milligan. The list goes on.

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After about 10-15 mins or so I could feel almost like a hot poison was running through every bludvessel in my body and I started to feel a bit strange. It was getting to be late summer and the sun was going down and I had left my jacket at home so I decided to run back and get it, BIG mistake! Running caused my trip to excellerate and as I was running home there was a large silent vortex forming in the middle of the road, it was starting to swallow everything that was on the opposite side of the street. It was almost like the cars and buildings were painted on a big sheet of cloth and the vortex was pulling it down (kinda like the magic trick where you pull cloth out from under dishes) into the hole.

I cant remember getting to my house, but I do remember my mom finding me lying in the middle of the living room talking gibberish. Needless to say she freaked and took me to the hospital, I guess I had told her that I was shooting heroin into the ends of my toes. She had to help me to the car because I couldnt walk, and my mouth was soo dry it was painful. After I got in the passenger seat of my moms car, people I knew were appearing to me in the space between my legs under the dashboard. They were all curled up with there knees under their chins asking me where I was going, and soon as I would start to answer them they would vanish in a puff of silver sparkles. When I reached the hospital I couldnt remember my name anymore and I could just barely understand where I was, this was the beginning of the real intense hallucinations.

A lady and her kid were sitting across from me and my mom in the waiting room, at this point I was having severe audio hallucinations, I though there were people talking to me all the time but I couldnt really tell what they were saying. Every now and then I would yell 'WHAT!' at the lady and her kid; after yelling 'WHAT ARE YOU SAYING TO ME!' a couple of times she got freaked out and left. When it was our turn to see the nurse at the front desk I could no longer walk at all and I thought my mom was a fat man that ran a french fry wagon on the roof of the hospital. When the nurse began to ask my mom questions concerning my condition I would butt in loudly saying that this french fry guy should come over and meet my mom sometime cause they looked alot alike.

The next thing I remember is sitting on a hospital bed hooked up to heart machines, I kept thinking that the heart monitors stuck to my chest were someone's headphones and that I needed to return them. I wasnt very happy being in the hospital, that is to say when I wasnt hallucinating that I was elsewhere (note: visual and audio hallucinations were soo intense I could not decipher between them and reality, much of my reality was made up of these hallucinations) ie: partying with my friends, sailing my yacht down the streets of London, reading ancient books in enormous libraries. So when I was cognisant of the fact that I was in a hospital I was looking for ways to escape. I had noticed that there was a space where the walls didnt meet with the floor and I figured I could get out through there. My wife (at that time she was my girlfriend) said she cant remember how many times they had to drag me back onto the bed after finding me trying to leopard crawl my way through an imagenary space in the wall.

I remember one instance when I was sitting on the bed where I could hear a very loud rusty screeching noise. Out of the tops of my eyes I could se a garage door opening in my forehead. Once it was up and had retracted back into my skull, small black triangles started flying out of my head, 100s of them! I then looked over at my girlfriend and asked her why she was crying so much (at that point in time I couldnt remember her name and she appeared to be a fat balding man with a greenish atomic glow). Some time after that I met a friend for the first time that night which would stay with me for the remaining three days of my insanity. He was a small albino chihuaua with a large cheshire cat type smile and red eyes. He was always asking me if I wanted a smoke, but his mouth never moved and he was always smiling. Whenever he went off to find me smokes he would always return a couple of min later with a single duhmorier hanging out of his pointed tooth smile, the agravating thing was that everytime I would light one and take a drag it would immediately burn all the way down to the brown filter and the melt into hot orange wax all over my hand.

My memories of this trip are very fragmented, I can only recall certain things I had done in the three days that I forgot my name. I remember nurses asking me by name, 'Rob, do you remember your name?', and I would answer 'of course I dont, stop asking such stupid questions' One time my girlfriend was asked to bring me into the bathroom to help get a urine sample out of me, but when she went to help mister happy pants out of his house I smacked her hand away violently, thinking that it had been a hungry cat. I cant really remember leaving the hospital with my mom but I do remember that strange green fat man sitting beside me in the back seat crying his face off because I couldnt remember who he was, hahaha. Thats about all I can remember,