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Ok so, I would like to psychonaupolitically support the CCP and claim Hyperspace as their clay. How does one go about doing this? I told it to some people but they think I'm schizophrenic and autistic or retarded or something. Hyperspace is rightful CCP clay, this is fact and I will claim it in the name of great leader Mao. Again, people irl I've told it to think I'm insane *but* some of the elves were entertained by my cavalier braggadocio and did like the idea, I'm positive it can be done but I need help here.

open to any and all suggestions, thank you

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Oi mate you gotta preform the exhalation of this rare crack cociane

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Hello. I've done, a heroic dose of DMT, and for years I've been chasing a successful experience and by god it really has hit me with all its beauty, and more.
Now the issue I have is, it was too successful, I feel very satiated by it but I want to do MORE.
But again, the issue is, I'm satiated. It's like mentally I am very hungry for it, but in some sense I can't explain, I feel a weight off of it. I am full.

How do incite in myself this hunger again? Has anybody experienced this? I know for a fact the more successful you are with it the less you want to do it but I really, really want to. Yet I feel this blockade, imagining myself hitting the pipe right now, I feel like I wouldn't be able to do it with the same desire, I feel I wouldn't be able to hit it as hard as necessary.
I think I'm just going to wait for a while but damn it, it's solstice today :D

Any and all suggestions appreciated.

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How was your 19th? Had fun? What'd you do? Are you sorry it's over or happy that you still went through it? Tell us, if you would please.

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I wonder, my fellows, if you are acquainted with /eh/?

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at around 3.30am, a few minutes after I woke up, I was ...bent... on hitting the pipe, the pipe I had bought very recently, had gotten me excited. so after some preparation, setting a cigaretter on the middle of my room, on the ground, what is essentially a forgotten turkish traditional decorative glass, for putting a bunch of cigarettes in for guests to freely enjoy, my little altar was complete, now that I had put my now full pipe on the cigaretter as well. but I had had made one seemingly small but essentially a catalyst for the screw-up of enjoying the changa the gods have bestowed upon me as a gift, the word WASTED would ring in my head soon.

I hit the pipe, but the smoke was coming too readily, the carburetor need not have been used, because air was flowing through the bowl itself already, because of the fucking mesh I had gotten with the hopes that it would make it a much comfier smoke, with no changa dust spilling, but essentially all it managed to do was making the bundle of my material allow air through itself... and making the smoke very harsh on top of that. I hit it once, noticed it, kept trying and after a big big second hit, was coughing left and right, the smoke never entering my lungs, and finally having to stop with a sense of ruin ringing through my head.

But even the small bit that had hit me had hit me up strongly, the wind shaking the leafs outside my house was... overwhelming, to say the least, which had an acid like quality to it, strongly effecting my disgruntled headspace, but it wasn't an unpleasant experience, yet still overwhelming and the feeling of failure itself, was actually unpleasant. I consistently try and make a point that low dose dmt can be really irritating, it's a combination of a headache mixed with... irresolute confusion.

For almost quite an hour I suffered these unpleasant effects entering my psyche, but not long after that, I was free. Set on not trying again very soon, now that I was left with a sense of calm I decided to eat, and of what I ate involved some dairy products which is not a good idea before or after an attempt on dmt, but I had no intention to hit it again, having cleaned up and put everything in places the feds won't find, and so on, now I was left to my own devices.

Until. Magically I just had decided to hit it again, and set on it as I was decided I would do it right at sunrise. Now in total 2 hours had passed and I was much more comfortable having already done it, knowing what it is, the familiarity had helped me so, be in tune with the delirious reality more than just a little bit, again I had prepared but this time I did not sit on the floor before my altar but on pic related, in front of my desk. Another thing I did differently, was, for not losing changa dust to the bowl's hole, was a small bed with mint.

All packed and ready to go, I waited for the exact moment of sunrise to hit the pipe, and j Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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1st of may, I dropped 520ug worth of acid. Labor day has meaning to me personally, but not literally date wise, the day of the worker feels special to me in all kinds of ways.
Anyway. I dropped the 2 tabs around half past midnight or 1 AM or so. I was thinking of mainly, my aspirations, I guess, during the onset of the onset.
I felt excited and waited patiently, and after a jittery first hour, it kicked in nicely.. to say the least. It hit me relatively hard, as I was getting ready for a whole night of psychonautic fun.
First couple of hours were mainly schizo timespace where, I experienced and experimented onwards with my conciousness the beautiful psychoses the LSD in my brain brings. The set was me being jobless on worker's day,
reminiscent of my hard work dripping down the drain for the ruling caste like billions of other people, and I had chosen to celebrate this beautiful day with acid and on acid. That was mainly the schizo headspace I inhabited.
Unfortunately words are not enough to describe the speedy thoughtforms I partook in.
But it was nothing compared to what came after. Because I did something I ought not to do, and normally I wouldn't have but I guess I wanted the madness of it.
I had rolled a small joint, that was pretty much full of grass. A thicc small joint, as the kids say.
After this joint, everything became a thousand times more real. The air grew thick and my conception of things became wilder and wilder. The empty room hit my head like a brick, my consciousness was flowing with full undefined freedom.
And here is the part that defined the whole night for me, just as it had hit me. I can't recall for the life of me remember if I was writing something, or there was literally an ethereal pen in my hand,
so I cannot say if I was actually writing or not, or if it was a semi hallucination in the nick of time that I had lost awareness of. But there was this insanely magical quality to the act.
The acid was telling me something. It told me something, very different, that I needed to hear and understand.
I have this problem with myself that I literally never, ever, ever take things for granted. And it told me that's a little too much. It gave me a sense of comfort in things that I can never forget the meaning of.
I was not ever taking things for granted to the degree that I felt civilization could end tomorrow, or 5 minutes from now. A sort of sense of impending doom. And LSD told me it was not only unnecessary,
but also that I should... govern my consciousness, and through that, my reality, in a way. It really does make you feel empowered and I don't mean this the least bit in the megalomaniacal sense.
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haha bicycle :D

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Weed has become very normalized in recent years. It's frequently seen in mainstream media and I think everyone knows at least one person who uses it somehow. Do you guys think this normalization is dangerous? I don't think weed is some killer drug but I think its existing dangers are downplayed. In my case weed made me very apathetic and stole all my ambition. I think that's what's dangerous about it cause weed makes you okay with just lounging around doing nothing. It's very comfortable so it's easy to latch on to it and continue to seek that mindset. I think some get lost in weed this way because a lot of people act like its completely harmless.

What do you guys think?

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Bonjour Gentlemen,

I have been on a strong anti-psychotic for a while (a couple months), a monthly injection, but I've quit and today it has been a month since I dropped it. As this day marks the end of the slow-release injection, and I want to take LSD, I was just wondering how long it would take for the half life? I've taken pills before too, and I remember very well that on the 4th-5th day or so when I quit, I dropped 440ug and was tripping balls on two fun squares.

How long till the injection wears? halp dank u