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» It's not me, it's the drugs talking
Drugs are bad.......Or could have been.
Many moons ago, I was at a friends house with quite a few mates. We started taking a few shrooms, 5 - 15 each. After the effects stated to kick in I get it stuck in my head thats nothings happening.(wrong) Ask my bro whos also at said house, if I could have some more. He gives me what he said is five more. Note: Never trust someone on Mushies. More like 100. I apparently do this a few more times....
Cue trip...weird visions...stuck in a room with 6-8 people all out off their faces, seeing invisible people, talking shite. A mess. Paranoid. Then my bro gives me an axe to play with. Not a good idea. I can remember trying to cut down invisible trees to make a house and fend off animals who were trying to attack us.
The axe was real as I woke up at mine cuddling said axe (only a small one) about two days later.
No one was injured, and yes I could and did fly (still convinced).
:/
(Fri 16th Dec 2005, 7:37, More)
Drugs are bad.......Or could have been.
Many moons ago, I was at a friends house with quite a few mates. We started taking a few shrooms, 5 - 15 each. After the effects stated to kick in I get it stuck in my head thats nothings happening.(wrong) Ask my bro whos also at said house, if I could have some more. He gives me what he said is five more. Note: Never trust someone on Mushies. More like 100. I apparently do this a few more times....
Cue trip...weird visions...stuck in a room with 6-8 people all out off their faces, seeing invisible people, talking shite. A mess. Paranoid. Then my bro gives me an axe to play with. Not a good idea. I can remember trying to cut down invisible trees to make a house and fend off animals who were trying to attack us.
The axe was real as I woke up at mine cuddling said axe (only a small one) about two days later.
No one was injured, and yes I could and did fly (still convinced).
:/
(Fri 16th Dec 2005, 7:37, More)