Crap or Not Crap?

I bought a ton of this shit really cheap in November, and started doing it a lot in December. The first four times I would smoke like four bowls to no avail, which pissed me off. Then on take five I took three hits while listening to Neu! 2 and sitting in my garage, and before I could take a fourth I was sitting in Shatner's chair on the Enterprise and had to play air drums to fly my garage into outer space. And the wall was playing guitar and the door was on bass and they were talking to me. After that I would just smoke a little bit and then my mind would anthropomorphize nearby objects for ten minutes.

Not Crap, 7.7 waffles. The high is emotionless and I feel like a dumbass when I realize I'm talking to a fucking flower or something, and it burns like murder going down. But like a cigarette is a short escape from your agonies, salvia is a short recess from perceptions. Having a ten minute conversation with Kevin Shields on a space station is not so bad, aye?

I've tried it.

It's probobly stupid to do so.

Like a condensed 5 minute acid trip.

I don't want to know how many brain cells I lost.

CRAP

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uf! i don't think i will be smoking this shizzy. a friend of ours gave us the low down awhile back-- we were curious since the area was dry-- and he said it was, yeah, like you were tripping for about 15 minutes, only with a sick feeling. this doesn't sound great. but, seriously, you seriously SAW yourself on the starship enterprise? or is this like when you're tripping with your friends onthe same amount of acid and someone claims to see skulls and shit when you know all they are really seeing is trails the same as you and giggling like a motherfucker.

Hallucinogens are for fucking hippies.

Salvia is for stoners not yet ready to try hallucinogens and become fucking hippies.

Total crap.

By the way, I've done all that shit out of curiosity, and the only drugs I can support in any way are alcohol and amphetamines.

I think I'd rather do Nitrous

What can be funny about reading drug-related threads on here is that you'll occasionally find what is the only appearance of certain user names, or, if not the only appearance, one of the very few. In the other thread on Salvia, username Walsh weighed in with this:

walsh wrote:I ran around thinking my limbs where 10 feet long apeice.

( spelling left unfixed ).

He made one more post, in the Snakes On A Plane thread- here it is, in its entirety:

walsh wrote:Got my tickets today. Imgoing blackface as sam jackson and chasing my freinds dressed as snakes around the theater.

Salut to the brief output of username Walsh!

clocker bob wrote:What can be funny about reading drug-related threads on here is that you'll occasionally find what is the only appearance of certain user names, or, if not the only appearance, one of the very few. In the other thread on Salvia, username Walsh weighed in with this:

walsh wrote:I ran around thinking my limbs where 10 feet long apeice.

( spelling left unfixed ).

He made one more post, in the Snakes On A Plane thread- here it is, in its entirety:

walsh wrote:Got my tickets today. Imgoing blackface as sam jackson and chasing my freinds dressed as snakes around the theater.

Salut to the brief output of username Walsh!

I call sockpuppet on "Walsh".

fun for 30 seconds when it works. Like Nitrous.
I found myself first flying above clouds like superman then in the back of a cement mixer then wham back to reality. Came to face down the the floor.

kenoki wrote:uf! i don't think i will be smoking this shizzy. a friend of ours gave us the low down awhile back-- we were curious since the area was dry-- and he said it was, yeah, like you were tripping for about 15 minutes, only with a sick feeling. this doesn't sound great. but, seriously, you seriously SAW yourself on the starship enterprise? or is this like when you're tripping with your friends onthe same amount of acid and someone claims to see skulls and shit when you know all they are really seeing is trails the same as you and giggling like a motherfucker.

It was more like I intuitively knew I was on the Enterprise. It's a weird trip like that for me; not very visual or emotional, just intuitive. The whole time I'm aware that I'm tripping, that I'm not really flying my garage through space, but I just get consumed by my imagination and can't really maintain a focus on anything else.

Like another time, the bong was telling me to take another hit in this shrill falsetto. But I didn't think I was hearing a voice--it was all contained in my head. I guess I'd describe it as an inability to discern surroundings, where your perceptions aren't really rooted in reason any more. So, if you've ever heard a noise or seen an object and not been able to immediately figure out what it is--imagine your mind rationalizing those misconceptions in odd odd ways. That's how it hits me, anyhow.