Well other night thought i’d go all out and get full on spang dangled as you do. Big night with all the crew so went all out on it.
3 grams of meow, loving it, bomb of mandy and rockstar went down very nicely with that as did the K i bought off someone in the rave I was at (tech house, napoleonic fort, what more can I say?). Anyway, buzzing brilliantly up to this point
so next day, bit of wonk, not alot (not alot around 🙁 ) and finishing off all the meow, comes to 6 PM and i’m thinking right fuck it, I hit one of these prazepam’s my mate gave me as they were stronger than the diazepams I had (which i used to take, only 5mgs).
Stupidly I thought i’d hit a bong (pure green) and then a ballon to top it off, to send me into dream land. I might add this was after a K hole and 24 hours been awake on the meow.
Oh dear oh dear oh dear…… tripping balls aint the word, thought it was a casualty number for me. Missus had to get me out the house and walking for an hour. It was like the meow was keeping me awake and I was feeling the full effect of this benzo in my face. God dammit was not ready for that one.
To top it off, my missus bless her.. she didn’t hit the bong but felt she was full on tripping on acid with this combo.
I mean, I love the mephedrone + weed hallucinations I get…… but this was amplified by a million, full on tracings and colours and impossible geometric shapes. Put it with tachyadria and well….. I knew I just had to roll it out and I did. But scary fucking stuff!
Quality night thou 😀 raaaraaaraaaraaa
