Back in my day we just huffed mineral spirits in the art room.
I think DMT is something entirely different than shrooms.
i recall reading one description of a DMT trip as a terrifying 30 minute downward spiral through hell to meet a group of crystalline gods. or something to that effect.
no thank you, reality is weird enough already.
There's enough body load with these synthetics as it is without having melted butter dripping out your ass.
DMT is way potent, but has never been scary (for me).
That chick has a great history, used to be, or maybe still is, married to a dude that was involved in the big LSD missile silo bust in KS several years back. I have her book, called _Lysergic_ about her experiences traveling with him, riddled with sex and drugs and intrigue.
I've never done DMT rectally, but from the way it burns when you snort it I don't think I want a burning asshole while convening with the self-transforming machine elves from hyperspace.
@4 For the win!
Krystal. Oh fuck.
I know this woman, and loathe her.
I met her while her and 'Gordon' Skinner were in Seattle a few years ago.
Demonic, horrible people.
Also, as some have stated, DMT is incredibly and fundamentally different from psilocybin.
On top of that- DMT in the ass isn't that wild, really. Try it through an IV- that'll change your life.
now i never want to do drugs again, not if I sound like that woman.
Everyone hates hippies.
Jesus. You don't have to be a hippy to know that DMT is NOT the same thing as magic mushrooms!
Seems like lately every time I visit slog I see something bone-headed like this.
Hey Dan, standards are slipping!
She is very right on with most of her advice...
Super tripper girls are so hot. Especially when they giggle. Too bad she is such a control freak.
So is it me, but I get this sense that people who do drugs for the sake of the drugs have these very vapid, uninteresting, nothing to do with anything experiences.
There is nothing to expound from her experience other than, I took DMT up my ass ... it was weird.
It's like listening to my aunt talk about her meditation and trancendental experiences in this boorish academic sense ... it sucks!
I mean if you were using the drugs to broaden your artistic expression, you might actually have something unique to walk away from it. But drugs for the sake of drugs ... is just so gross.
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