Does anyone have any experience with LittleCaesar's LSD on AlphaBay Market? Most reviews on AlphaBay are good but i did say one saying the acid is a little bitter which worries me. Hope im not getting some fucked research chemical.
LittleCaesar's LSD AlphaBay Market
Does anyone have any experience with LittleCaesar's LSD on AlphaBay Market? Most reviews on AlphaBay are good but i did say one saying the acid is a little bitter which worries me. Hope im not getting some fucked research chemical.
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Okay, here's my trip report regarding LittleCaesar's LSD. This latest trip happened yesterday into early morning today.
I purchased four tabs; he sent me five. Stealth was optimal - even if someone opened the letter they would not have perceived that any contraband was inside.
I consumed four of the tabs over the span of a month and a half, and saved the last tab for a rainy day. My trips were not noteworthy and fairly conventional; they were all comfortable and pleasant.
After this, I had acquired some meth from another vendor, and had been on a week-long bender with the stuff. I took so much that I had been staying up for days at a time, and needed about a week to recover.
Yesterday, I decided to take the last tab of LittleCaesar's LSD. This is where shit went sideways very abruptly.
At 8:00 PM, I ate a small meal and took my vitamins, including 5-HTP. I believe this was a mistake and contributed to the distress I experienced later on during my trip.
At 8:30 I took the tab of LittleCaesar's LSD. I let it dissolve on my tongue and felt nothing particularly noteworthy. The tab had no particular flavor, although I would say it had a slightly bitter taste, though nothing I really registered; I thought it was just my acid reflux or something messing with me, or the flavor of the weed I was vaping.
Then, at 9:00, I began tripping violently, with none of the gentle onset of the first four tabs. I had vaporized a bowl of weed while waiting for the acid to kick in, and I think this contributed to the sudden come-up.
Visuals were prominent and intense; the edges of text on my monitor screen were spiraling, faces on the screen looked smudged and fuzzy. I experienced auditory hallucinations; music was terrifying to listen to, with deep, unearthly, throbbing notes in the background, and when I went to take a shit, flushing the toilet sounded like the roaring of several angry dragons.
I was unnerved, but struggled to hold it together in the face of the drug making me trip like crazy. I was genuinely shocked and surprised because I had only taken one tab, and the tab in question only had about 150 or 110 micrograms worth of LSD inside. I had also not experienced such a violent, heavy trip before on the other tabs.
My legs and arms were shaking. I sat down in front of my computer and tried to browse the internet, but the spiraling, rainbow-colored visuals were making it difficult to read; it felt like the words on the screen were tilting and twisting together.
My mother was watching Youtube on the computer next to me, something about Oprah and Steve Harvey, and listening to it was making me even more distressed. The acid made their voices sound really strange; Harvey sounded like a man about to die, and Oprah's resonant, deep voice sounded like some teasing, malicious dark goddess.
I was also reading Youtube comments and shaking my head in disgust at Neonazis spouting hateful shit. Their words made me physically ill, as did their avatars - one avatar in particular triggered waves of disgust within me; a caricature of a jewish man with an enormous nose for a head. I remember this well because this was where my trip began to really go badly for me.
I became more and more distressed, and wondered why; I have tripped many times before, eaten mushrooms, consumed acid tabs, and I could not understand why the acid was triggering my anxiety and fear so badly.
I felt my pulse skyrocketing. Now, I was already worried about my heart because I'd been doing a lot of meth the prior week, and that gives you raised heart rate/tachycardia, which I had checked with a heart rate monitor during the time I was using the meth. I'd been getting BPM's of up to 130, and in general I felt my heart had taken a lot of abuse from the meth. I'm a large person - about 220 pounds - and I was concerned about my heart rate because of this.
So, at about 10:00, about an hour into my acid trip, I began to feel my pulse skyrocketing. I wasn't sure if this was merely the drug, or if my heart was, in fact, going into maximum overdrive. I could feel it pounding when I touched my chest and neck, and got even more frightened. I envisioned myself having to go to the emergency room, and all that would entail - nurses glaring angrily at me whilst asking me what awful drug from the Internet I had taken, and so on. I've read a lot of trip reports from people who went to the hospital on drugs and the horrors they experienced there, so this made me even more frightened.
Then I began to feel like my throat was closing up and I was having difficulty breathing. I took one of my Hydrochlorathezide high-blood-pressure medication pills in the hopes that it would steady my heart rate - I don't usually take them, since my cardiologist insists I'm fine, but he didn't know about the meth bender I'd been on.
I sat in my chair in front of my computer and felt like I was struggling to breathe, while horrible visualizations danced before my eyes, kaleidoscopes of rainbows tingeing my vision as the outlines of objects blurred, shifted, and curled slightly.
10:30 and I was profoundly having what they call a bad trip, I believe. I was making tremendous efforts, or so it felt, to inhale and exhale. I consulted a website with calming advice for when one is having a bad trip, and decided I should lie down.
This, in and of itself, gave me even more fear; I was terrified that I'd lie down and die, somehow. But I couldn't bear sitting up anymore, so I retired to my room and curled up under the blanket. I closed my eyes and saw horrid visions of scorpion-like things, skulls, and demonic entities, and promptly opened my eyes again, resolving not to close them.
The visual hallucinations were still in full swing. I queued up some Bob Ross painting videos on Youtube - an antidote to bad trips, I've found - and began to calm down a little.
I passed the next two hours watching Bob Ross and trying not to die. Around 2:00 am - 2:30 am, the acid began to taper off, and I was able to look at some Star Trek. I began to enjoy my trip at around this time, and no longer felt like I couldn't breathe or like my heart was hammering like crazy. I even felt well enough to go to e621 and jerk off to some buff furry males.
I didn't sleep for the entire night, however. I was too wired and tense to do so. I stayed up for the better part of the day, then took a nap around midday to recover myself.
I still feel a little fragile, but I'm alright now.
I don't know what the fuck happened. I kept telling myself to accept what was happening, but for some reason the acid and I really fought it out, and she got on top of me really badly. I think it was because I took 5-HTP and smoked weed beforehand. I was genuinely convinced I was going to fucking die, become hospitalized, or go insane. I was actually praying for it to fucking stop two hours into my trip.
I don't know if this is because LittleCaesar's LSD is actually a research chem. I think I just had a bad trip, though I don't know why.