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Market => Rumor mill => Topic started by: mochill on October 08, 2012, 03:13 am
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TL;DR
3:30pm 2.5 blotters of LSD from Flying Dutchman (listed at 150ug/blotter, was probably 100ug a blotter)
12:00am 3 joints
Verdict: Awesome
Question: How many ug's do you think I had?
Ahh Lucy. Never had I met you before last Saturday, but always will I remember your fond grasp on my mind. My other acquantainces with your kind only include singular, world-changing interactions with Mr. Shroom and 2CE. Mr. Shroom didn't make a big impression because he kind of disgusted me, though I must credit him with widening the door to that 'other' reality. 2CE on the other hand opened my eyes to such beauty and awesomeness, I just had to meet its friends. That was many a year ago, and oh how I've missed that world.
Let me tell you about Lucy; she hailed from the labs of the Flying Dutchman, flown over international waters to arrive at my door. Unfortunately there wasn't the time to meet her... for many months! Patient and silent, she waited in an airtight Rubbermaid as I went about my busy, busy life. I worried that she had wilted during the flight, as Lucy is a delicate thing.But yes! At last! Our destinies would finally entwine on a fateful Saturday afternoon. 3 other friends were interested in meeting this elusive lady, and I happily invited them to this momentous occassion. You see, people like Lucy are rarely found in my country. Any chance to meet her would be greatly appreciated.
At first, my friends were nervous, afraid. What if they didn't like Lucy? What if Lucy was "bad"? This is crazy! Are we really doing this?
We did 2.5 blotters each.
Oh their faces were priceless. They met her, took her in, and made her a part of themselves.
"There's no going back. We're going to Wonderland."
The first hour was full of awkward and nervous chatter. Lucy didn't have any flavor. She was so small, individually. Barely the size of a pinky nail.
"How long does this last?"
"About 12 hours. Possibly more."
"Sneaky bastard."
My head grew numb. We got the chills. We felt her in us. Lucy's hold grew stronger as the first hour passed, and everyone knew that a storm was brewing in our minds. The music we played became darker, stronger, vibrant, flavorful. Some of it was even scary.
We loved it.
We got the serious giggles. Some things were so hilarious tears stained the bed we were on. The next 4 hours is a series of walking around the room, lying down, rolling around the wooden floor, and flopping over on the bed. We were Shpongled; the music became life. Without it, the day had little meaning. Every song now resonated within our souls. Closing my eyes, I could almost see whatever I wanted to see. Looking at my phone, the words were making tiny circles, almost as if they were swimming. The walls were breathing a little.
We adjourned to the bathroom to share a cigarette. The cigarette turned into a pack as we burned one after another to watch the smoke swirl and the ember flare. A lone stick was sacrificed to burn unsmoked as we watched the glow reach the filter. We had limited philosophical conversation as our brains processed things differently.
We spent a lot of time looking out at the huge clouds forming out the window. Nature is so pretty, but the day was far too hot to contemplate walking. Soon, we got truly hungry and went out to a nearby store to eat. Greasy food is terrible for a trip, but that was what we had. One of us had to eat a plain bowl of rice because everything else just made him queasy.
Taking a shower was the best feeling ever. The water flowing down was such a delight that I had to stay in it for far longer than was necessary. The shower was my sacred thinking cap, the water massaging my scalp that helped me think about life, love, and other mysteries.
At about 11.30, the walls were still breathing slightly. Words were still rolling around, merrily entertaining my eyes with their squiggles. I smoked some weed to see how it felt, and it was so good. My brain took on a different tack, making everything funnier.
I finally fell asleep at 5AM, a full 15 hours after ingestion. My vision was still swimming, but I knew I had to sleep or face the consequences tomorrow.
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Nice trip report - you should post it in Flying Dutchman's review thread: http://dkn255hz262ypmii.onion/index.php?topic=40386.msg485998#msg485998
My guesstimate would be anywhere from 50-100ug per tab given what you said, and it sounds like legit acid. Did you find that in your philosophical conversation you were unable to express in English what you were talking about?
If it was more like that then from past experience I'd say it would be closer to 100ug each.
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Good read, thanks for that! Funny enough I was just looking at FDM's listings before I saw this thread.
Could you let us know what print it was? Probably was a different one to what he has on offer right now..
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TL;DR
3:30pm 2.5 blotters of LSD from Flying Dutchman (listed at 150ug/blotter, was probably 100ug a blotter)
12:00am 3 joints
Verdict: Awesome
Question: How many ug's do you think I had?
Ahh Lucy. Never had I met you before last Saturday, but always will I remember your fond grasp on my mind. My other acquantainces with your kind only include singular, world-changing interactions with Mr. Shroom and 2CE. Mr. Shroom didn't make a big impression because he kind of disgusted me, though I must credit him with widening the door to that 'other' reality. 2CE on the other hand opened my eyes to such beauty and awesomeness, I just had to meet its friends. That was many a year ago, and oh how I've missed that world.
Let me tell you about Lucy; she hailed from the labs of the Flying Dutchman, flown over international waters to arrive at my door. Unfortunately there wasn't the time to meet her... for many months! Patient and silent, she waited in an airtight Rubbermaid as I went about my busy, busy life. I worried that she had wilted during the flight, as Lucy is a delicate thing.But yes! At last! Our destinies would finally entwine on a fateful Saturday afternoon. 3 other friends were interested in meeting this elusive lady, and I happily invited them to this momentous occassion. You see, people like Lucy are rarely found in my country. Any chance to meet her would be greatly appreciated.
At first, my friends were nervous, afraid. What if they didn't like Lucy? What if Lucy was "bad"? This is crazy! Are we really doing this?
We did 2.5 blotters each.
Oh their faces were priceless. They met her, took her in, and made her a part of themselves.
"There's no going back. We're going to Wonderland."
The first hour was full of awkward and nervous chatter. Lucy didn't have any flavor. She was so small, individually. Barely the size of a pinky nail.
"How long does this last?"
"About 12 hours. Possibly more."
"Sneaky bastard."
My head grew numb. We got the chills. We felt her in us. Lucy's hold grew stronger as the first hour passed, and everyone knew that a storm was brewing in our minds. The music we played became darker, stronger, vibrant, flavorful. Some of it was even scary.
We loved it.
We got the serious giggles. Some things were so hilarious tears stained the bed we were on. The next 4 hours is a series of walking around the room, lying down, rolling around the wooden floor, and flopping over on the bed. We were Shpongled; the music became life. Without it, the day had little meaning. Every song now resonated within our souls. Closing my eyes, I could almost see whatever I wanted to see. Looking at my phone, the words were making tiny circles, almost as if they were swimming. The walls were breathing a little.
We adjourned to the bathroom to share a cigarette. The cigarette turned into a pack as we burned one after another to watch the smoke swirl and the ember flare. A lone stick was sacrificed to burn unsmoked as we watched the glow reach the filter. We had limited philosophical conversation as our brains processed things differently.
We spent a lot of time looking out at the huge clouds forming out the window. Nature is so pretty, but the day was far too hot to contemplate walking. Soon, we got truly hungry and went out to a nearby store to eat. Greasy food is terrible for a trip, but that was what we had. One of us had to eat a plain bowl of rice because everything else just made him queasy.
Taking a shower was the best feeling ever. The water flowing down was such a delight that I had to stay in it for far longer than was necessary. The shower was my sacred thinking cap, the water massaging my scalp that helped me think about life, love, and other mysteries.
At about 11.30, the walls were still breathing slightly. Words were still rolling around, merrily entertaining my eyes with their squiggles. I smoked some weed to see how it felt, and it was so good. My brain took on a different tack, making everything funnier.
I finally fell asleep at 5AM, a full 15 hours after ingestion. My vision was still swimming, but I knew I had to sleep or face the consequences tomorrow.
That was seriously the nicest report I've ever seen anywhere on any drug.