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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
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