CaNNaBiZ CaNucK
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Well, hello and good evening everyone 
I happened to stumble upon some White Fluff LSD and decided to eat two blotters last Thursday night (Sep 9). Now, I'm going to do my best to document this the best I can, but I'm not sure how it's going to turn out. So bear with me here. The experience has taken a few days to settle enough to write about. And still, this account barely even scrapes the surface. Though I've had many many acid trips and numerous other trips with different substances, nothing -I repeat- nothing to my recollection has had such a effect as the White on White. So here goes...
7:15pm - Full of blotterflies I reached into the little baggie with my tweezers and pulled out two white squares and carefully placed them onto my tongue as I sat in front of my LCD monitor. For a few moments I stared into the screen full of pure anticipation and within a few minutes I could sense a bit of oddness. She was already changing me. I decided to venture out into the living room and watch some telly as I waited for the ride to really begin.
7:30pm - Jeopardy comes on. It was the celebrity edition with Cheech. I thought that was a bit strange. What was even stranger was that there was a category called 'Alice in Wonderland' LOL even STRANGER.. As I did my best to 'question the answers', an all too familiar wave was gearing up to break. Fifteen minutes after drop and I was surely feeling Lucy caress my nuts. Thirty minutes after drop, Lucy definitely was squeezing my nuts now. I was getting that 'LSD flavour' in my mouth. That indescribable taste that always accompanies an acid trip. I decided to pop outside for a smoke to try and quell these anxious sensations that were flowing through me. First thing I noticed were the tree leaves gently shivering in the breeze. A faint shuttering of my optic nerves produced some very pleasant globular movements in the grass. The smoke was done and I needed to prepare to re-enter the house. But I didn't really want to. I felt I wanted to stay outside to let the saturation occur. But I couldn't, the neighbour stumbled outside with me and I didn't want to disconnect from this feeling, and besides, I was feeling odd enough as it was and I didn't want him to affect my first few precious moments back in Lucy's arms.
8:00pm - Back inside now. I decided to retire to the bedroom; the t.v. was getting a little bit too intense. Those weird commercials... They were getting too complicated to decipher
While in the bedroom, I was trying to decide what kind of music to throw on as the trip rose. I needed something soothing, but also something with a beat, substance and soul. I settled on CCR. Good choice it turned out to be too as I suddenly found myself in the middle of a brilliant acid trip.
8:15pm - I'm full-on trippin now. Trippin so hard I need to lay down on the bed on my back, staring at the ceiling stucco. But what I saw was not stucco. No No. I saw the Salt Flats of Utah. I saw the Salt Flats of Utah in MOTION. A rippling wavy 3D version of it, anyway. As I stared upward, the strumming guitar of 'Up Around The Bend' dictated the tempo of the Salt Flat dance. A beautiful dance only classically trained Salt Flats could perform. As I was absorbed into the graceful fluidity of the dance, I noticed the music was changing. I have never heard Creedence sound quite like this before. Every note seemed to be extended and painfully stretched out which created an eerie moaning. Fogerty's voice seemed to be excruciatingly spewed from his lungs. Was this their true sound or was this merely an effect of the LSD. I tend to lean towards the former.
At this point, I can't put a time to it. I flipped over onto my belly and delved into oblivion... What happened next was something I have never experienced. It was as if I was sucked into a ball internally, and exploding simultaneously. Do you remember that end scene from 'Alien Resurrection' where the alien hybrid was getting sucked out the window and its entrails were getting spilled out and pulled back in? That was me. Nothing terrifying or negative at all, just pure exposition and condensation, if that makes any sense. Then all time as I knew it ended... I have no idea what happened in the next 45 minutes. I temporarily came to my 'senses' once again and the trip was over and it was 9:00am in morning... or so I thought. I believed -no- I actually KNEW the trip was over and 12 hours had passed by. I glanced up at the clock radio and I read 9:00. I thought to myself "Yep, it's 9 in morning.. better go to bed." Then it dawned on me. It was only 9:00 at night. "WTF!!" I was so topsy-turvy I had to look at that fuckin clock for minutes before I believed my eyes. Never have I had a time warp like that before.
9:15pm - The trip seemed to be settling down now and I felt I could handle a cigarette. With wobbly legs I oozed out the door and flicked the bic. After the dots from the flame subsided I looked around at my new surroundings. The nearby Magnolia tree was blooming its beautiful petals and droopingly dying within a blink of an eye. Bloom-Die. Over and over. Life and death in an instant.
Back inside, I return to my bedroom and put CCR back on. Then all hell broke loose. Remember that lull in the trip that allowed me to go for a smoke, well, I got smacked upside the head and pulled back into the depths. This was a powerfully overwhelming wave returning me to oblivion. Sensing this, I took a deep breath and laid back down. I'm not sure how long this trip to infinity lasted, but I ended up on the floor beside my fan that blows into my grow room intake; the music has long ended. I remember placing my cheek against the fan cage and being calmed by the soothing vibration. I then began fingering the fan blade. It felt so good. While in this state, I had MANY revelations about my life and my circumstances which I won't get into here.
+/- 12:00am (Not sure at all, really) - Again, the wave starts to ease and I'm able to function once again. I get up and gaze at my bed. Between every ripple seems to be a puddle of water ebbing and flowing. The mattress swells and deflates violently. The intensity forces me to go out into the living room with my brother whom I live with. Tosh.0 is on. My God, that show is brilliant sober, let alone trippin. After gut-wrenching laughter, my intrigued brother starts to show some interest in the White Fluff. I have two blotters left. My trip is still truckin hard, but if he drops we'll want to be on the same level relatively. So I drop a third and he drops one. I know what you're thinking: Why bother taking one hit? It's probably not going to make much difference on top of the first two. Well, that's blatantly wrong with the Fluff.
In our youth, my brother and I loved to trip together. We just click in that realm. And it's been 8 bloody years since he's been touched by L, so now it's a special occasion and we're raring to go. BOOM.. 15 minutes in and I'm trippin HARD...AGAIN. The bro says he's starting to feel ol' Luce touching him too. We then realize it's time to smoke. I break out the Lemon Skunk from my last harvest and we start bubblin'. With eyes the size of saucepans, hours pass by, full of laughter. Waves upon waves of cresting and breaking intensities occur. The white fluff teases us with its power every moment.
We haven't connected like we did that night in years. In a way, it brought us closer again. After all was said and done, including a strange encounter with the neighbour @ 6am as he went to work, we decided to retire to our slumbers at about 10:00am. What a ride, man. The Fluff is something to behold, for sure. If any of you get a hold of this LSD, take advantage, my friends. You will certainly thank yourself later. All I can say is WoW!
Whatever its title may be: White Fluff or White on White... they don't do it justice. The Fluff holds a power indescribable. I, for one, am thankful I had a chance to dabble with this incredible batch. And I hope to be returning home again soon......
I happened to stumble upon some White Fluff LSD and decided to eat two blotters last Thursday night (Sep 9). Now, I'm going to do my best to document this the best I can, but I'm not sure how it's going to turn out. So bear with me here. The experience has taken a few days to settle enough to write about. And still, this account barely even scrapes the surface. Though I've had many many acid trips and numerous other trips with different substances, nothing -I repeat- nothing to my recollection has had such a effect as the White on White. So here goes...7:15pm - Full of blotterflies I reached into the little baggie with my tweezers and pulled out two white squares and carefully placed them onto my tongue as I sat in front of my LCD monitor. For a few moments I stared into the screen full of pure anticipation and within a few minutes I could sense a bit of oddness. She was already changing me. I decided to venture out into the living room and watch some telly as I waited for the ride to really begin.
7:30pm - Jeopardy comes on. It was the celebrity edition with Cheech. I thought that was a bit strange. What was even stranger was that there was a category called 'Alice in Wonderland' LOL even STRANGER.. As I did my best to 'question the answers', an all too familiar wave was gearing up to break. Fifteen minutes after drop and I was surely feeling Lucy caress my nuts. Thirty minutes after drop, Lucy definitely was squeezing my nuts now. I was getting that 'LSD flavour' in my mouth. That indescribable taste that always accompanies an acid trip. I decided to pop outside for a smoke to try and quell these anxious sensations that were flowing through me. First thing I noticed were the tree leaves gently shivering in the breeze. A faint shuttering of my optic nerves produced some very pleasant globular movements in the grass. The smoke was done and I needed to prepare to re-enter the house. But I didn't really want to. I felt I wanted to stay outside to let the saturation occur. But I couldn't, the neighbour stumbled outside with me and I didn't want to disconnect from this feeling, and besides, I was feeling odd enough as it was and I didn't want him to affect my first few precious moments back in Lucy's arms.
8:00pm - Back inside now. I decided to retire to the bedroom; the t.v. was getting a little bit too intense. Those weird commercials... They were getting too complicated to decipher
While in the bedroom, I was trying to decide what kind of music to throw on as the trip rose. I needed something soothing, but also something with a beat, substance and soul. I settled on CCR. Good choice it turned out to be too as I suddenly found myself in the middle of a brilliant acid trip.8:15pm - I'm full-on trippin now. Trippin so hard I need to lay down on the bed on my back, staring at the ceiling stucco. But what I saw was not stucco. No No. I saw the Salt Flats of Utah. I saw the Salt Flats of Utah in MOTION. A rippling wavy 3D version of it, anyway. As I stared upward, the strumming guitar of 'Up Around The Bend' dictated the tempo of the Salt Flat dance. A beautiful dance only classically trained Salt Flats could perform. As I was absorbed into the graceful fluidity of the dance, I noticed the music was changing. I have never heard Creedence sound quite like this before. Every note seemed to be extended and painfully stretched out which created an eerie moaning. Fogerty's voice seemed to be excruciatingly spewed from his lungs. Was this their true sound or was this merely an effect of the LSD. I tend to lean towards the former.
At this point, I can't put a time to it. I flipped over onto my belly and delved into oblivion... What happened next was something I have never experienced. It was as if I was sucked into a ball internally, and exploding simultaneously. Do you remember that end scene from 'Alien Resurrection' where the alien hybrid was getting sucked out the window and its entrails were getting spilled out and pulled back in? That was me. Nothing terrifying or negative at all, just pure exposition and condensation, if that makes any sense. Then all time as I knew it ended... I have no idea what happened in the next 45 minutes. I temporarily came to my 'senses' once again and the trip was over and it was 9:00am in morning... or so I thought. I believed -no- I actually KNEW the trip was over and 12 hours had passed by. I glanced up at the clock radio and I read 9:00. I thought to myself "Yep, it's 9 in morning.. better go to bed." Then it dawned on me. It was only 9:00 at night. "WTF!!" I was so topsy-turvy I had to look at that fuckin clock for minutes before I believed my eyes. Never have I had a time warp like that before.
9:15pm - The trip seemed to be settling down now and I felt I could handle a cigarette. With wobbly legs I oozed out the door and flicked the bic. After the dots from the flame subsided I looked around at my new surroundings. The nearby Magnolia tree was blooming its beautiful petals and droopingly dying within a blink of an eye. Bloom-Die. Over and over. Life and death in an instant.
Back inside, I return to my bedroom and put CCR back on. Then all hell broke loose. Remember that lull in the trip that allowed me to go for a smoke, well, I got smacked upside the head and pulled back into the depths. This was a powerfully overwhelming wave returning me to oblivion. Sensing this, I took a deep breath and laid back down. I'm not sure how long this trip to infinity lasted, but I ended up on the floor beside my fan that blows into my grow room intake; the music has long ended. I remember placing my cheek against the fan cage and being calmed by the soothing vibration. I then began fingering the fan blade. It felt so good. While in this state, I had MANY revelations about my life and my circumstances which I won't get into here.
+/- 12:00am (Not sure at all, really) - Again, the wave starts to ease and I'm able to function once again. I get up and gaze at my bed. Between every ripple seems to be a puddle of water ebbing and flowing. The mattress swells and deflates violently. The intensity forces me to go out into the living room with my brother whom I live with. Tosh.0 is on. My God, that show is brilliant sober, let alone trippin. After gut-wrenching laughter, my intrigued brother starts to show some interest in the White Fluff. I have two blotters left. My trip is still truckin hard, but if he drops we'll want to be on the same level relatively. So I drop a third and he drops one. I know what you're thinking: Why bother taking one hit? It's probably not going to make much difference on top of the first two. Well, that's blatantly wrong with the Fluff.
In our youth, my brother and I loved to trip together. We just click in that realm. And it's been 8 bloody years since he's been touched by L, so now it's a special occasion and we're raring to go. BOOM.. 15 minutes in and I'm trippin HARD...AGAIN. The bro says he's starting to feel ol' Luce touching him too. We then realize it's time to smoke. I break out the Lemon Skunk from my last harvest and we start bubblin'. With eyes the size of saucepans, hours pass by, full of laughter. Waves upon waves of cresting and breaking intensities occur. The white fluff teases us with its power every moment.
We haven't connected like we did that night in years. In a way, it brought us closer again. After all was said and done, including a strange encounter with the neighbour @ 6am as he went to work, we decided to retire to our slumbers at about 10:00am. What a ride, man. The Fluff is something to behold, for sure. If any of you get a hold of this LSD, take advantage, my friends. You will certainly thank yourself later. All I can say is WoW!
Whatever its title may be: White Fluff or White on White... they don't do it justice. The Fluff holds a power indescribable. I, for one, am thankful I had a chance to dabble with this incredible batch. And I hope to be returning home again soon......
When the time is right, she'll find you 
