So I get memed into DMT by the joe rogan experience.
>Think theres a non zero chance I will communicate with aliens and/or gods.
>Put it in pipe, breath in a little too hard, flood lungs with crystals.
>cough and ree.
>take 2, do it properly, dose maybe small and might be heating too quick but get shroom-tier hallucinations, walls collapsing, rainbows, humming, odd faces, general promiscuity with what is real and not.
>come to, pretty meh tier. Assign no hippie dippie spiritual shit to what was clearly glorified dizziness.
>underwhelmed try again, try to break through, massive dose (300mg), melt half slowly, woah this is a little different tbh.
>Loud humming, my periphery converges on one point and everything falls into it.
>Darkness and humming and paralysis.
>Bretti spooped
>Remember what I read on guides, don't resist and don't think about it.
>Odd furry man thing wearing protective clothing nods and then dissolves.
>See eerily familiar countenance.
>"Abdolute nectar!"
>IT'S KEITH! We maintsin eye contact but I can see in his pupils all sorts of things. Spooped but amused.
>Feel insatiable desire to watch jahans as I hear the mighty farsh/ dr. Who song he did obliterate keith into the abyss.
>Play jahans, feel bizzare affinity with jahans, clarity about life, and as though my circulatory system is plumbed in (I think because the boiler started making sounds).
>Come to.
Drugs are such fucking trash, this is my first and last drugpost lads.
