fridayfishfry
Well-Known Member
After a long night at the discotec my buddy pulls out a tiny baggie of reddish brown powder and lets me know he's got dmt. I've never done it before but am game having little options for mind alteration now a day. Apparently the best method he's found for smoking it is a clean Crack pipe and torch. I ask him if it's really Crack/ heron he says no. We get situated at the house after a long night of dubstep.
sitting on the porch I get the 2nd hit from the pipe. My vision becomes like looking through a church window. I accept the fact that one day I will die and accept it. Complete lack of usual thought is experienced. Mind blank and vision blurry I hold on for the salvia-like uncomfortably. I realize I've smoked enough dmt for the rest of my life. This is some old hippie feeling type drug. Being completely content with the way things are.
Afterwords sleep was like dieing and being borun again. Some random short visuals experienced for days. Feels like I hit the reset on my entire life and it was much needed. Greatful and constantly feeling good to be alive.
sitting on the porch I get the 2nd hit from the pipe. My vision becomes like looking through a church window. I accept the fact that one day I will die and accept it. Complete lack of usual thought is experienced. Mind blank and vision blurry I hold on for the salvia-like uncomfortably. I realize I've smoked enough dmt for the rest of my life. This is some old hippie feeling type drug. Being completely content with the way things are.
Afterwords sleep was like dieing and being borun again. Some random short visuals experienced for days. Feels like I hit the reset on my entire life and it was much needed. Greatful and constantly feeling good to be alive.