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I've always had a high tolerance for hallucinogens, even from the beginning it's taken an eighth of cubes to get me trippin. I grow P.R.s and I've found them to be pretty mild, other people haven't complained about them but I eat large amounts and only buzz. So last night I grabbed some dried off my window sill, less than an eighth, and blended them up with some Oj. There were a few mature ones, finger sized, and about a hundred abhorts, and it turned the orange juice into a blueish white shroomshake. At first I was saying, 'hey, these aren't bad, I'm really feeling something,' and before I knew it I was seeing crazy patterns in the rug, on the wall, on my cat, my leg hair. Feelin fine, I was standing on the kitchen counter smashing bugs (real ones) and spilling water. Then I took off my pants and boxers and started staggering around the apartment, right around this time my roommates left and I was alone. Thinking I was in limbo, spinning around and rolling over backwards with no regard for the laws of time or space, everything terrified me, bugs, posters, the cat, myself. I thought I was in hell, and at one point I pissed in the recliner and then sat there in it for some amount of time. I came out of it in the shower (As always) and figured out who I was, where I was, what year it is, and all the important people in my life. It had been impossible for me to understand where I fit in the universe, and my life as I knew it was meaningless, I had been deluding myself, and my entire existence had been me tumbling around in hell. I dragged the recliner out to the curb and had a bowl of cereal, the end.