PatrickBateman
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- 22/3/07
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- 8
I had my first time using this product, and I felt obligated to the community of users to find some place the share my experience.
A few notes at the beginning, I am aware that having a sitter is recommended, however, I prefer not to keep friends, and decided the risk of doing this alone was not that bad.
I am also aware of the fact that salvia divinorum is not a good thing to give to people with mental problems; irascible, violent, paranoid people. But, for the sake of everyone else, I locked all my doors, for I am paranoid as can be.
Towards the end, when I talk about 'posting here', that is a reference to a message board I post at, and my signature image there is the goat head guy from the movie 300, we all call him Baphomet.
4:56, I light the bowl up, take the entire hit in one huge inhalation. My best sources had told me to keep the flame on it for the duration of the time until effects kick in. I waited, thinking, where the fuck is it? Will it ever come? Are the arsonists really that deadly? Then I looked over at my hand and realized the fucking lighter had slipped out of grip and the flame had been on my left hand palm since I took the hit.
I yelled something about jesus and dropped the bong on the desk, grabbed my hand, and thought, since when did they start making acid black and ashy? I licked some of the ash off my palm, and a sudden wave of paranoia came over me, I thought, jesus christ, if the nazi's catch me I am fucked beyond belief. I didn't walk, crawl, or keep calm in any way, I fucking DOVE under my bed sheets yelling "FUCK OFF GODDAMN NAZI PIGS." I was sweating profusely, and kept thinking that someone, anyone that comes across me, wants to torture me. Once under my sheets, I realized I was still vulnerable to attack, imprisonment, and anal rape, so I peeked my head out and looked for their flying vehicles of death, and when the coast was clear I crawled under my bed. I waited what seemed like an hour (turns out it was about half a minute) and my body started to melt. I looked at my right hand, and it started to melt into the floor, and then my left, the same. I got out from under the bed, still thinking about being caught by anyone passing by who were more than likely going to catch me and torture me, but I managed the crawl to our den, because I kept melting into the floor and I figured at least that way I was inconspicuous and no one would notice me.
Up to that point, things had been taking place in picture form, every movement in still shots.
I made it to our den, free from interaction with murderous people, but halfway there my index finger on my left hand had melted off, and I couldn't put it back on, so I gave it the best proper burial I could at the time, I picked up a rug and swept it under there. I kept thinking, what if someone finds it? It'll alert my position, at least they'll know I've been here. But that's alright, once I hit the internet, I'll be God then, no one will want to fuck with an internet king.
Right then is about when I made my thread here. I kept trying to type, but the keys were melting when I went to touch them. I had to get down close to them, hunt them down once they disappeared.
Then I saw my signature, and somehow came to the conclusion that Baphomet was my father, and if he came home, he would be pretty irate, to say the least, that I had been smoking. But what worried me was that he would be furious because I did it without him, and even worse than what the nazis could dream to torture me, what my dad baphoment would think up is beyond human comprehension, only his mind can understand just how fucking terrible my punishment was gonna be.
By the time my head cleared, it was 5:22.
Somehow I mananged a myspace bulletin that reads as follopwing:
From: jesse
Date: Mar 22, 2007 5:18 PM
Subject DOTMN EVER ANTAGOHNIZE THE HOPRNS
Body: MY DAD BAHPOMET WILL GET ANGRTYH ..FORF SMOKIJNG WITGHOUT HIM
I kindly thank you all for allowing me to share this somewhere. I'm not sure how common it is to get paranoid trips, but I can safely say that I did happen to enjoy it.
A few notes at the beginning, I am aware that having a sitter is recommended, however, I prefer not to keep friends, and decided the risk of doing this alone was not that bad.
I am also aware of the fact that salvia divinorum is not a good thing to give to people with mental problems; irascible, violent, paranoid people. But, for the sake of everyone else, I locked all my doors, for I am paranoid as can be.
Towards the end, when I talk about 'posting here', that is a reference to a message board I post at, and my signature image there is the goat head guy from the movie 300, we all call him Baphomet.
4:56, I light the bowl up, take the entire hit in one huge inhalation. My best sources had told me to keep the flame on it for the duration of the time until effects kick in. I waited, thinking, where the fuck is it? Will it ever come? Are the arsonists really that deadly? Then I looked over at my hand and realized the fucking lighter had slipped out of grip and the flame had been on my left hand palm since I took the hit.
I yelled something about jesus and dropped the bong on the desk, grabbed my hand, and thought, since when did they start making acid black and ashy? I licked some of the ash off my palm, and a sudden wave of paranoia came over me, I thought, jesus christ, if the nazi's catch me I am fucked beyond belief. I didn't walk, crawl, or keep calm in any way, I fucking DOVE under my bed sheets yelling "FUCK OFF GODDAMN NAZI PIGS." I was sweating profusely, and kept thinking that someone, anyone that comes across me, wants to torture me. Once under my sheets, I realized I was still vulnerable to attack, imprisonment, and anal rape, so I peeked my head out and looked for their flying vehicles of death, and when the coast was clear I crawled under my bed. I waited what seemed like an hour (turns out it was about half a minute) and my body started to melt. I looked at my right hand, and it started to melt into the floor, and then my left, the same. I got out from under the bed, still thinking about being caught by anyone passing by who were more than likely going to catch me and torture me, but I managed the crawl to our den, because I kept melting into the floor and I figured at least that way I was inconspicuous and no one would notice me.
Up to that point, things had been taking place in picture form, every movement in still shots.
I made it to our den, free from interaction with murderous people, but halfway there my index finger on my left hand had melted off, and I couldn't put it back on, so I gave it the best proper burial I could at the time, I picked up a rug and swept it under there. I kept thinking, what if someone finds it? It'll alert my position, at least they'll know I've been here. But that's alright, once I hit the internet, I'll be God then, no one will want to fuck with an internet king.
Right then is about when I made my thread here. I kept trying to type, but the keys were melting when I went to touch them. I had to get down close to them, hunt them down once they disappeared.
Then I saw my signature, and somehow came to the conclusion that Baphomet was my father, and if he came home, he would be pretty irate, to say the least, that I had been smoking. But what worried me was that he would be furious because I did it without him, and even worse than what the nazis could dream to torture me, what my dad baphoment would think up is beyond human comprehension, only his mind can understand just how fucking terrible my punishment was gonna be.
By the time my head cleared, it was 5:22.
Somehow I mananged a myspace bulletin that reads as follopwing:
From: jesse
Date: Mar 22, 2007 5:18 PM
Subject DOTMN EVER ANTAGOHNIZE THE HOPRNS
Body: MY DAD BAHPOMET WILL GET ANGRTYH ..FORF SMOKIJNG WITGHOUT HIM
I kindly thank you all for allowing me to share this somewhere. I'm not sure how common it is to get paranoid trips, but I can safely say that I did happen to enjoy it.
