I’m digging my new blog very much!
Ain’t it shiny? Don’t you just want to lick it?
If you do, I’ll charge you extra. This media whore don’t come cheap!
I especially like my new banner. Actually it’s my first and only banner. Ok, so I’m not a banner expert. I still dig it anyway!
My younger brother designed it based on my rather loose specifications. He did the whole site actually and could do yours too, for a modest, yet affordable fee. Contact me for details.
The new site uses something called Word Press, which seems like one powerful motherfucker of a system. I don’t think I even know half of what it does yet. It’s a brand new world for me!
I spent most of Thursday monged out of my skull on those Purple Ohms and to be honest, I can’t say I enjoyed it. The experience has put me off piperazines and LSA, which is a natural precursor of LSD.
For starters, I maxed out the dose, because my experience with these herbal highs is such that to get anywhere, you need to take as much as they recommend possible. Maybe that wasn’t wise, but fuck it, it was my birthday and the package promised “a shroom like experience.” Bullshit!
The speedier, piperazine, BZP, or TMMP aspects of it were as described previously, a bit speedy, slightly euphoric and pleasant enough, so I think what disagreed with me was the LSA containing Argryria Nervosa. I could be wrong.
Basically, it lasted for hours and the trippiness wasn’t pleasant, it was that anxious, restless sort of feeling that you get from acid cut with too much speed. I didn’t really enjoy it at all.
When Mrs. H got home from work, I had to have a nap, or at least lie in the dark for a couple of hours. She was not impressed to say the least.
I wouldn’t classify it as a “bad trip” but definitely an unpleasant experience that I do not plan on repeating. I get the feeling that a lot of these new herbal highs are just a mix of any old legal substance that makes you feel something and not a well-balanced mix of ingredients that yield a fantastic time.
Perhaps these new legal highs are still in their infancy and the real artisans of the industry haven’t created anything ideal yet. At least they are trying.
This little episode has made me realise just how good magic mushrooms were and what a tragedy it is that the British government took them away from us for no good reason other than to be seen to be legislating morality.
My beloved shrooms were safe, reliable and fun. You knew exactly what you were getting and if you were dosage aware, just how strong your trip would be. They were gentle on the system, with a gradual come up, comfortable peak and relaxed come-down. They were all natural, unprocessed and cheap. Up until last July, you could buy them from a choice of reputable retailers, online or on the high street.
I miss shrooms quite a bit and nothing that’s come along since even comes close. I’m sure if I put my mind to it, I could track some down now, but I don’t want to. They’re “Class A” and I’d rather not mess with that.
No, what I would like is for this government to do a U-turn. What I’d like to see is some European Court overturn the law! What I’d like is for shrooms to come back, fresh, legal and available to grown-up, responsible hippies like me!
But I live in the real world and that’s just not going to happen, is it?
Instead, people are going to keep looking for that next big thing. And you know what, that next big thing might be far worse than shrooms and it wouldn’t have come on the market if shrooms were still available!
According to a recent report I saw on SKY NEWS, in this country alone, the legal high market is in the region of 10 million pounds per year! That’s a shitload of money; it’s a massive market and I predict it will expand in the coming years in ways none of us can imagine!
And yes, I’ll be here to test drive these new substances for you! Maybe I’ll find one even better than shrooms!
Somehow I doubt that too!
Hi Hippy,
It’s your newest fan! I wanted to check out the bad trip you had. I had a similar experience with a product often called Snurf or Snuffadelic. I became so introspective as to be rendered incapacitated! Not to mention the nervousness that came along with a feeling of being trapped in my own mind. I felt compelled, obsessed, with analyzing my every thought and then the very language, the words within those thoughts. This line of thinking took me all the way deep down into excessive analyzing and philosophizing over the nature of our words and language and psychology and culture. I just couldn’t stop. My mind was held hostage by this insane drive to know all and understand the most minute details of experience. I couldn’t stop. It was horrible. I don’t recommend it.
yo congrats on your new website. it look good.
your brother must be a genius.
Glad you left blogger behind. I know someone who signed up for a blogger account, and then she found they put a small implant in her nose. I wish you luck from Nigeria.