Manjinken
Well-Known Member
im not sure what type i ate but i believe they were bluish and dried.
upon first getting them i bought them in 8th bags and they seemed like a large amount compare to dimmys or grams of other substances. so i was quite pleased. upon eating them they tasted like sunflower seeds. they go down so easily that i had no idea what i was taking, i completely underestimated them. this makes is very dangerous to accidentally eat too much. but i believe you will simply vomit to prevent any serious damage. but the trip is what will kill you(not literally)
i cannot think of a worse scenario than a guy lost in the woods and eating lots of the wrong shrooms for food. this man is FUCK. the paranoia on the uptake is INTENSE, all you want to do is find a safe place. one of the most recoccuring thoughts to me is how insane reality seems.
when on shrooms you get stuck between reality an insanity of everyday life. It lasts FOREVER, time moves so damn slow you feel like you'll never be the same. it appears as if everyone is on shrooms because their daily routines seem so ridiculous. leading to you feeling insane for every little action you do.
also the danger is another major factor. shrooms are incredibly dangerous. but for some reason everything just works out and no one gets in trouble. its like dancing on the border of getting in trouble which turns into an infinite plane.
the universe and reality seems to flow ever so perfectly and slowly into itself. and everything seems right. you care about nothing which is scary, in my experiences i ALWAYS make a huge mess as do my friends. just throwing things whereever and forgetting them, taking off clothes and forgettign them due to sweating.
essentially i broke down into complete spirituality at the beach, went into the water, found my natural self, and for the next several hours i spent rebuilding my life getting clean and remembering i had a nice job and that i was actually a decent hardworking citizen, not the drug induced criminal i was paranoid about being. there is no real comedown, you just spend the rest of the time realizing and relearning things in a new perspective. it actually feels good to come back to reality.
when i peaked after taking way too much, my brain was so fucked it felt like i was on some serious synthetic shit. people were switching places in the room, moving very fast, and at one point my brain cracked and froze, like a glitchy crashed nintendo game.
my friend decribed the experience perfectly. we were confused. it was like the shrooms hit you with confusion attack and you become slowpoke. confusion is so indescribable. you cant seem to do anything properly. work phones, walk, operate stuff, keep track of yourself.
i liked it but dont want to do them again. very intense feelings keep me from wanting to do it again, except your memory of what you do the whole time is so obscured you forget most of what you learned.
upon first getting them i bought them in 8th bags and they seemed like a large amount compare to dimmys or grams of other substances. so i was quite pleased. upon eating them they tasted like sunflower seeds. they go down so easily that i had no idea what i was taking, i completely underestimated them. this makes is very dangerous to accidentally eat too much. but i believe you will simply vomit to prevent any serious damage. but the trip is what will kill you(not literally)
i cannot think of a worse scenario than a guy lost in the woods and eating lots of the wrong shrooms for food. this man is FUCK. the paranoia on the uptake is INTENSE, all you want to do is find a safe place. one of the most recoccuring thoughts to me is how insane reality seems.
when on shrooms you get stuck between reality an insanity of everyday life. It lasts FOREVER, time moves so damn slow you feel like you'll never be the same. it appears as if everyone is on shrooms because their daily routines seem so ridiculous. leading to you feeling insane for every little action you do.
also the danger is another major factor. shrooms are incredibly dangerous. but for some reason everything just works out and no one gets in trouble. its like dancing on the border of getting in trouble which turns into an infinite plane.
the universe and reality seems to flow ever so perfectly and slowly into itself. and everything seems right. you care about nothing which is scary, in my experiences i ALWAYS make a huge mess as do my friends. just throwing things whereever and forgetting them, taking off clothes and forgettign them due to sweating.
essentially i broke down into complete spirituality at the beach, went into the water, found my natural self, and for the next several hours i spent rebuilding my life getting clean and remembering i had a nice job and that i was actually a decent hardworking citizen, not the drug induced criminal i was paranoid about being. there is no real comedown, you just spend the rest of the time realizing and relearning things in a new perspective. it actually feels good to come back to reality.
when i peaked after taking way too much, my brain was so fucked it felt like i was on some serious synthetic shit. people were switching places in the room, moving very fast, and at one point my brain cracked and froze, like a glitchy crashed nintendo game.
my friend decribed the experience perfectly. we were confused. it was like the shrooms hit you with confusion attack and you become slowpoke. confusion is so indescribable. you cant seem to do anything properly. work phones, walk, operate stuff, keep track of yourself.
i liked it but dont want to do them again. very intense feelings keep me from wanting to do it again, except your memory of what you do the whole time is so obscured you forget most of what you learned.
