high|hgih
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Let me start by saying that I, in the past, had an outrageous addiction to am2201. I guess that's what it was. I smoked it during the mad hatter, head trip, cloud9, primo, high times, mind eraser, brainfreeze era. Of course I was stupid to buy it from the headshop, but I did anyways because I didn't know I could make it myself for a thousand times cheaper. Well anyways, once I found out I could make it, I was going to, because I smoked 3-6 grams per day at that point and this was costing me a lot of money. But I could not quit or I would immediately turn insane. I ended up not ordering AM-2201 and deciding to quit cold turkey. Boy was that rough. I did not eat or sleep for two days. It was horrible. I felt dopesick also.
Anyways I vouged to never touch the shit again. But I did occasionally because I am an impulsive person. Now, I have thought I was going to die for sure on synthetic a thousand times. But only for a matter of thirty minutes until it went away. It even gave me a seizure once(due to taking hefty dosages of both 25i-nBOME, and AM-2201 at the same time). Yet I'd still smoke it? God, I swear I am retarded sometimes. Even after the seizure I smoked it every now and then, and like I said, it is not uncommon for me to think I am going to die. I used to have a sick romance with intense, inches within death, experiences. Now I do not. I want to live on this Earth as long as I am able to make my print on it. When death does, it will, but for some reason it hasn;t come yet. And to me this is mind shattering because I've been too close too many times.
Never again will I smoke this fake stuff. Two nights ago, I had this girl over and one of my co-workers. He smokes synthetic weed because he is on probation(stupid reason, I'd rather smoke horse shit. But I cannot blame him because of my past...)
I was on some bars, pretty drunk, sttoned from my pot. But then her and him busted out that shit. Whatever I thought, I'll smoke it I'll be fine. And I was. But we left almost a full bowl in my bong when we passed out. In the past I would wake up every hour or so and smoke to fall back asleep. A similar thing happened this night. I was under the impression that it was around 9AM, I do not know why I didn't look at a clock.. But whatever. I worked at five, turns our it was actually about 4:15 when I decided to rip my bong twice to fall back asleep. Immediately I felt death. I looked at the clock and realized I needed to go to work. I should NOT have drove or went, but I did. But this feeling that I had. It was unlike any other time. The stuff was called bunker buster, and jesus fuck dude. Every thought I had, cut off with 'you're dead'. I can;t really explain this phenomenon, but I knew I was surely dead. I didn;t seize or anything I don't think, but I was definitely close. I could not breathe, it felt like my head was a concrete block(I know this feeling is kinda common when people freak on this stuff, I remember reading something on here about someone thinking that their teeth and tongue and gums where all a concrete block), and I felt as if the very core of my being was being taken over by pure evil. Cancer like feeling. I don't know what cancer feels like, but that;s what this felt like. I thought I was going to die, so out of my sense of humor I jumped up and grabbed my lighter, I thought 'If I'm going to die now, I'm putting a god damned yellow lighter in my pocket, I hope it gives my stupid peers more of a reason to believe in such a stupid belief. They deserve to be mislead.). Anyways, the head thing subsided, and I drove to work. I still couldn't breath though. And I looked INTOXICATED. Everyone at work knew, but I work at a restaurant where nobody particularly cares. I still felt this.. Cancer presence. For a full twelve hours until I went to bed that night. It just did not go away. Normally any nasty effects would be gone in 30 minutes at least. I dragged along through my day with this 'soul cancer' and it was horrible. I felt absolutely ill. I knew I probably just needed to sleep. Ended up eating mushrooms at 2am that night thinking either I was going to feel perfect, no more cancer, or it would get worse, and out of intense fear, would have an intense, mind altering experience.I knew at this point I probably just smoekd some shit and needed to sleep. The mushrooms did make me feel better. But I did not feel better until morning. I still feel this feeling in my core right now. But it slowly leaves.
Synthetic marijuana(new types) are Hell at it's finest. If you wish to ruin your life, ruin your mind, ruin your relationships, almost die all the time, and probably get some strange disease in a few years, then synthetic is for you!
Fucking retarded fucking stupid fucking shit and I'll never fucking do it again. Fucking ever. Never.
If you smoke it, then you are stupid. Despite my past experiences just remembering the other night is making me angry. My friends who smoke it are stupid, and if you do, you are too. Meant with love, as we are all stupid. But you are MORE stupid. I was stupid I am stupid but.. God.. Is my point across yet?
FUCK that stuff. If it was my own mother I would stab it in the fucking heart with no remorse and then lick the blade clean and splurge onto the corpses eye balls.
Do you understand?
Anyways I vouged to never touch the shit again. But I did occasionally because I am an impulsive person. Now, I have thought I was going to die for sure on synthetic a thousand times. But only for a matter of thirty minutes until it went away. It even gave me a seizure once(due to taking hefty dosages of both 25i-nBOME, and AM-2201 at the same time). Yet I'd still smoke it? God, I swear I am retarded sometimes. Even after the seizure I smoked it every now and then, and like I said, it is not uncommon for me to think I am going to die. I used to have a sick romance with intense, inches within death, experiences. Now I do not. I want to live on this Earth as long as I am able to make my print on it. When death does, it will, but for some reason it hasn;t come yet. And to me this is mind shattering because I've been too close too many times.
Never again will I smoke this fake stuff. Two nights ago, I had this girl over and one of my co-workers. He smokes synthetic weed because he is on probation(stupid reason, I'd rather smoke horse shit. But I cannot blame him because of my past...)
I was on some bars, pretty drunk, sttoned from my pot. But then her and him busted out that shit. Whatever I thought, I'll smoke it I'll be fine. And I was. But we left almost a full bowl in my bong when we passed out. In the past I would wake up every hour or so and smoke to fall back asleep. A similar thing happened this night. I was under the impression that it was around 9AM, I do not know why I didn't look at a clock.. But whatever. I worked at five, turns our it was actually about 4:15 when I decided to rip my bong twice to fall back asleep. Immediately I felt death. I looked at the clock and realized I needed to go to work. I should NOT have drove or went, but I did. But this feeling that I had. It was unlike any other time. The stuff was called bunker buster, and jesus fuck dude. Every thought I had, cut off with 'you're dead'. I can;t really explain this phenomenon, but I knew I was surely dead. I didn;t seize or anything I don't think, but I was definitely close. I could not breathe, it felt like my head was a concrete block(I know this feeling is kinda common when people freak on this stuff, I remember reading something on here about someone thinking that their teeth and tongue and gums where all a concrete block), and I felt as if the very core of my being was being taken over by pure evil. Cancer like feeling. I don't know what cancer feels like, but that;s what this felt like. I thought I was going to die, so out of my sense of humor I jumped up and grabbed my lighter, I thought 'If I'm going to die now, I'm putting a god damned yellow lighter in my pocket, I hope it gives my stupid peers more of a reason to believe in such a stupid belief. They deserve to be mislead.). Anyways, the head thing subsided, and I drove to work. I still couldn't breath though. And I looked INTOXICATED. Everyone at work knew, but I work at a restaurant where nobody particularly cares. I still felt this.. Cancer presence. For a full twelve hours until I went to bed that night. It just did not go away. Normally any nasty effects would be gone in 30 minutes at least. I dragged along through my day with this 'soul cancer' and it was horrible. I felt absolutely ill. I knew I probably just needed to sleep. Ended up eating mushrooms at 2am that night thinking either I was going to feel perfect, no more cancer, or it would get worse, and out of intense fear, would have an intense, mind altering experience.I knew at this point I probably just smoekd some shit and needed to sleep. The mushrooms did make me feel better. But I did not feel better until morning. I still feel this feeling in my core right now. But it slowly leaves.
Synthetic marijuana(new types) are Hell at it's finest. If you wish to ruin your life, ruin your mind, ruin your relationships, almost die all the time, and probably get some strange disease in a few years, then synthetic is for you!
Fucking retarded fucking stupid fucking shit and I'll never fucking do it again. Fucking ever. Never.
If you smoke it, then you are stupid. Despite my past experiences just remembering the other night is making me angry. My friends who smoke it are stupid, and if you do, you are too. Meant with love, as we are all stupid. But you are MORE stupid. I was stupid I am stupid but.. God.. Is my point across yet?
FUCK that stuff. If it was my own mother I would stab it in the fucking heart with no remorse and then lick the blade clean and splurge onto the corpses eye balls.
Do you understand?
i'm feeling better now mentally.. after like 2 years, the effects are still there. I think by saying I'm doing better, I'm saying I've learned to deal with it better. 
