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.
>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.
>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).
Drugs are such fucking trash, this is my first and last drugpost lads.