luka
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I told you all about it before then deleted it last year. And nowhere is safe, least of all the internet.
I read it before deletion
I told you all about it before then deleted it last year. And nowhere is safe, least of all the internet.
Thing about bad trips is they're really bad. There's no hiding place. No escape. You can't close your eyes. You can't go to sleep. You can't get any distance from it.
It can radically undermine all of your beliefs and hope of comfort or safety, too much doubt, way too mucc doubt, epistemological lubricant.
When we went in it was like a scene from CSI - blood all over the walls, floors, couches and a man and a woman naked covered in blood shouting and screaming badly hurt and clearly in a state of dementia.
“The man was smashing the house up, blood was everywhere. The house was destroyed.
“There was a man on the floor in cardiac arrest with major breathing problems and the man who let us in sitting on the chair in shock.
Just off the phone to my mate who’s visiting next weekend and bringing DMT. The nerves kicked in as soon as he told me he had it.
Are we talking about that herbal changa stuff or actual crystals of freebase DMT?
Changa is crystals. Mixed with plant stuff. I prefer it