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My waifu would like to hear some experiences with DMT, Mai waifu, always wanted to try it because it's not long lasting as acid

holding the meth pipe for my friend as he fell over and soykaf and then tried to squeeze my leg made me not want to try that soykaf ever. Then the next day when he said he believes in god now i was like nah. I already believe in god so it wasnt that it was more just that sudden flip. Just know its not like lsd except in smaller amounts maybe where theres just visuals. Past that you arent even seeing anything there your straight up hallucinating and are in your head.

25mg in a glass vaporgenie. Light a torch lighter and point the flame at the filter. Inhale through pipe as slowly as possible. When pipe is filled with the milky vapor, cut the lighter and hit. Hold breath. Put tools down. Take a quick drink of water. Recline. Colors intensify, turn greener. Space distorts before disappearing completely in a wireframe pattern made of triangles. You are now floating in a museum architected by Escher. The elves emerge from the walls and sit in the corners of the ceiling. On the first few visits they were resentful of your presence and made rude gestures, but by now they have warmed up to you. Some are laughing, some are singing a song in piping tones. They don't speak because words have no meaning. One is riding a skateboard along the walls. A line of identical pairs of female legs are marching in a line, backwards. A clown with a long, striped tongue watches you menacingly. The scenery is shifting rapidly. In a billowing sea of red silk chocolate triangles is the goddess. She extends one of her billion arms toward you. Her hand plugs into you like a cable. She transfers data in and out of your mind. Words are returning, but they still don't quite have meaning. You are fixated with the phrase "spaghetti sauce". You hear it over and over. The elves laugh. The goddess has disappeared. Things continue like this for a bit. Your eyelids flutter. You briefly see the walls of your room. The museum returns but everything is waving and spiraling like it is going down a bathtub drain. The elves are screaming, though they seem more playful than frightened. You are left with the triangle patterns again. Your eyes open and you return to your room. Everything still has a green color for a few more minutes. Drink some water. Give a hearty cough. Drink more. Look at your watch. Ten minutes passed. Begin to shiver gently. Maybe put some chill music on. Five more minutes and everything is more or less normal. Maybe you notice that you had forgotten to turn on the speakers when you put on that chill music. You urinate frequently for the rest of the morning.

>>371 is that homemade?