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Market => Rumor mill => Topic started by: hashmat on October 07, 2012, 11:00 am
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Cozmo was trusting and generous enough to send me a sample of Ket. to review before listing: coming soon..
Forgot to mention: the K is in crystal form, nice evenly formed crystals, could mistake it for sugar...lol imagine that....I'll have 4 sugars in mine please.LMAO
I hadn't had any experience with Ket., so after a bit of reading, i was a bit unsure, so we decided to take it easy, be careful.
My missus and I had about 60-70mg, mixed with a bit if grapefruit juice in a cup, drank it sat down to watch TV. I started feeling really mellow, stoned, like a hash stone- you know physically AND mentally stoned.
I wanted to get up for a drink, but my body didn't want to respond, it was content to just lay there spinning out at fuck knows what.
I somehow got up up go to the kitchen, fuck man, i almost fell over, was wobbling all over the room, had to hold onto the walls.
Once I made it to the kitchen I just stood there looking out the window tripping. Dunno know how long I was there for, but I realised I didn't know what the fuck I was doing there, I'd forgotten I'd had the K, I felt like a zombie or something.
I can't recall what I did for the next hour or two, but it was a combination of finding myself somewhere, then not knowing WTF I was doing there, walking somewhere & thinking 'where the fuck am I going again?'. I was glad to have some xanax to dump when I felt it wearing off, to lay down and reflect on the experience. It is a weird drug man, compared to what I'm used to, the feelings of not being in control of your body completely, and losing motor skills were more amusing than troubling, which was what I expected.
After this, I wanted more, so I did some reading, found something about IMing the stuff, decided that was the way to go. LMAO
FUCK ME, I didn't anticipate the intensity. I prepared just 50mg, IMed it deep in my thigh with a 23G. I turned the light off, lying on the lounge, paused the TV, began to prepare myself.
Maybe 2 minutes later, I CANNOT explain it, I just started ....tripping, I had no awareness of what was going on around me, my missus was walking around talking to her mum on the phone the entire time...I didnt't know this at the time. I decided I have to document how I'm feeling man, so I picked up the tablet, & lay there intending to look for a voice recorder, so I could talk about it to write down later.
It didn't happen. I lay there for half an hour, at least, just holding the tablet, whilst tripping in & out of altered states of reality. There is no way in the world I could have moved If I had thought of it.
At some time, I began to come out of it and realised there was a camera on the tablet-my mind must have connected with my brain again, so I made a video diary for a few minutes. I was still smashed, fuck I wish I could post it somewhere, half of it makes sense, the other half is just hysterical.
In hindsight, that entire time I was lying on the lounge holding the tablet thinking of using it, but instead just lying there holding it, like a frozen corpse, I don't know if she tried talking to me, if so, I wouldn't have known it man, my mind/ego was fucking light years away.
In conclusion, it only takes 50mg IM of this to be totally smashed into another world man, I hate insufflating, my adnoids are fucked, I cant breathe through my nose anyway.
Next, I took some down to a mate yesterday, gave him 70mg in a drink like I did, he had a similar experience to me. I left him 50mg prepared for a IM shot also.
I called him today to ask how he went, he said , I had the shot at the start of Bathurst(a 1000km car race held this time every year) Im just resting man(recovering), I'll call you later, I sent you an email. Im still a bit maggotted.
*Aussie slang for being trashed.
I immeadiately went to my email, he had sent 2 emails, a few minute apart. Now this is verbatim, cut & paste.
Email 1:
I am a maggot. the bathurst 100o just started and i am a amggot IM. my leg is laughing at me.. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha . fucked up maggotted me. have a good one. i am a maggot off my facial space. Go bro. what am i? who am you - he was be. fucked and i cNT TYPE anymor. KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK K k K K K K k
Email 2: 4 minutes later:I am not so bethere or it wont stay away. Special K Day today. bye bye bye.
JJJJJJJJJJJJJJiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I was in tears after reading these, he couldn't even form words to type, and after my previous nights experience, I totally empathise with him.
This shit is awesome in the right conditions. e.g. no kids around, no missus hassling you. In a high dose or an IM ROA, you can't communicate man, well i couldn't, maybe with a bit of tolerance things may change, but I would want to do that & fuck it up. I've fucked up too many drugs by building up tolerance.
I hope this helps give an idea of what this K is like, the last week or two have been a crash course in writing review for me, I just tell it like it is, or try to. Any questions guy, go for it, post or PM. More experimenting to come in the next few days. hehehehe
Intend on finding an EZ-TEST somewhere and posting a pic in preparation for Cozmo's listing also.
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Thanks for the review, will put up the listing up soon after the eztest results are up.
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I had a bit left after reviewing, and the test, mixed it up, body heat is enough to dissolve it in 0.5ml water.
I know a lot of users of these drugs prefer to insufflate, bomb, whatever, but Ilke to get the most bang for my buck.
Anyway, IM, 8not IV-too many risky for me, but I attemped to write dwon the experience whilst in there.
If this isn't Ket, I'll be fucked sideways.
This is my attempt at translating my writings, while keeping it original as possible.lol. whilst in the k'hole:
"wow the tolerance builds doesnt it?( i can only assume I was referring to the fact that i had 80 mg IM instead of 50)
n its much easier to staretham write how I feel.
Funny taste in mouth,
GF in kitcen making something
like im in a giant 44 gal drum&everyting; thats happenng saying/sounds ECHO
I cant seem to apply any thoughts to reality-outside the drum-to my to make my brain send brain send signals outside the drum.
Man, Im coming out now, I'd say im out of the hole. I could say, but for fuck knows hoe long I was in an immense 44 gal drum and couldnt even use the penas much as i wanted to & tried to ducument this experience. I've tried to use a palm top PC and voice recordthe K-hole, Ive tried writing it now. It cant be done man.
! thing though, I LOVE this kind of tripping, great part is that you know you can K'hole/trip right out, and be virtually straight in a coule of hours, a few maybe.
I'll have to be careful with this shitwith my addictive peronality, cos this is a placeI'd happily visit regularly-in a perfect world.