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MDMA SHRUME COK-TALE

This was my funny experience involving endurance of a peak whilst on a train and then getting off and dumping more Psylocibe capsules we acquired from a friend/source named Jemima, who had travelled to a country town in western Australia in order to make them.



This was my funny experience involving endurance of a peak whilst on a train and then getting off and dumping more Psylocibe capsules we acquired from a friend/source named Jemima, who had travelled to a country town in western Australia in order to make them.
My last year of High School, year 12 was over and had been for about 1 week, and after many a relaxing period of chillin, smoking good sativa in my parents crib whilst they were Holidaying in asia, Yose and I decided to increase the exitement and energy of a trip, higher consciousness Vs Society in the Lower cases.

After a busy, wintry morning in Melbourne involving getting on to these beauties, we had to catch the train home.
We were in Spencer street station waiting for the next train to Winchelsea (where im at) I pull out the brown paper bag with 14green/white shroom capsules containing the potency of half a level of a trip each about...

4 pink/blue pure MDMA capsules
(not pills, these babies were the pure, rust colours)

The train was about to leave, we boarded, took 1 cap each of the blue/purp.

Lara station......I start to sweat, my walkman sounded extremely organic and i just started to smile and accept everything with immense love.
The speed of the train was incredible, and jaunting to and fro now and then was incredibly exciting.

Geelong station.........Popped 4 caps each of mushi pills,
ben's plates or pupils were fucking massive, i expected mine were too.

after getting out of Geelong, the train was racing in the country, i got that familiar swelling feeling at the back of my head.....tripping

upon staring and trying to focus on my mind frame, i noticed the swirling and apparent fragility of my surroundings, there was a kind old lady sitting a few chairs away and her face was shining kindly.

The landscape started to sway and drip and curve, like an organic kind of gel.
Ben and myself, trying to keep our hysterics under the blanket until we got out of the train, were giggling uncontrollably at the funny little things we were looking at and capturing in my mind.

The train ride was over, and we let our laughter burst out on the empty train station after the train pulled out.

By now,we had to sit down because i was having a feeling of not satisfactorally grasping the imagery.
All the matter that i looked at started to pixellate and the matter of all things i looked at was so empty and heartless. i didnt delve too much into the bad trip thing, but we were quite fucked up.
Sitting down having a ciggie, writhing in laughter, we would utter shit like "whats your mother expecting of ya"
"whens she want you to be home?" and then we woulkd crack up into fits of laughter.
It was cold so we had to walk home.
Volts of energy were shooting around under my skin, and violin string noises and bird chirps could be made out in the blurr of ambience.
The car's sound gave me this light headed feeling like I was gliding upwards and downwards like a hovercraft on the pavement.
Intensifying still, the colours and fractures of things started to form cubes, it was kind of like a cubism painting, except they were refracting time and giving me an amazing mental power.

I kicked back at a guy rowans pad for the remainder of the day, smokin herb and riding the waves of the likes of Gaeteck and Richie Rich, stomping new tunes i had derived from melbourne this morning.

I would reccommend leaving a experience such as this one, depending on who you are, but mostly, until finishing school, i felt quite revitalised post trip, but scatteredness did occur for a little while.

Ps the amount of fake trip report submitted to this site is ridiculous! look at them!!

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