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MidnightToker Jul 15, 2026 08:08
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00:00
I take a few drags, the warm smoke filling my lungs pleasantly. The flavor is rich – citrus with a hint of caramel. But fate doesn't let me savor the moment. My friend is already hovering by the door, fully dressed and ready to go. I'm ready too, of course, but I'm ready to get high and go, not just go. So I exhale the last puff of smoke and immediately stumble out the door.
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00:05
Apparently, because of the movement and constant thoughts, the effect doesn't kick in right away. But as soon as I step out of the building, he's already there. My body relaxes, my consciousness unravels, the corners of my lips lift of their own accord. For a second, I hover on the trash can – there's something hypnotic about that gray container. I come to my senses – my friend is already about 50 meters away. Actually, it's only about five meters, but it feels like the space around me is slipping away, receding. I have to squint, as if that will help me focus. Walking is pleasant, but every movement requires awareness—where to place my foot, how to bend my knee correctly…
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00:15
My body feels light and comfortable. My thoughts accelerate, and in unexpected directions—one idea leads to another, everything seems fresh and brilliant. And I don't really feel like talking anymore. I just walk, absorbing the world around me, while my friend talks in the background. People with dogs pass by, and I, feeling like a true peace-loving philosopher, quietly greet each one. Luckily, it's quiet enough that no one hears.
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00:30
The space sways, sounds flow in waves, textures become deep and velvety. My internal monologue takes over the entire stage—it's so loud that my friend has already asked me the same thing six times. I hear her, but my brain is so caught up in the dialogue with itself that it doesn't have time to react to the outside world. At some point, I ask her to either sit down or turn around, because the distance we've covered seems immense. I grab her hand, suddenly realizing that if I let go, I might never find my way back. She laughs, but I know she's serious.
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00:50
Time feels strange: it feels like we just left the house, but it feels like a past life. We're sitting on a bench, and I'm staring blankly into space; blinking seems unnecessary. At that moment, I realize I look like a total stoned addict. But then a brilliant thought occurs to me: the more suspicious I act, the greater the chance that people will think I'm just joking. Or that I have some kind of brain disease, but I know.
The only one who shakes me out of this zen is my friend. She whispers with genuine indignation that I'm acting suspiciously. Thank you, that's very useful information, especially if you repeat it ten times to a stoned person (it doesn't take long to become paranoid, but I'm strong). And I continue contemplating the dot, enjoying its depth and meaning, revealed only to me.
Now we're going home. Or rather, she's walking, and I'm trudging behind, slowly and majestically.
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01:00
I've practically lost the ability to move at a normal speed. My friend flies ahead, and I trudge after her, periodically bursting into hysterical laughter at my own slowness. At one point, her speed seems superhuman to me, and, remembering every heroic movie I've ever seen, I yell after her, "LEAVE ME OFF, FRODO!" She doesn't laugh.
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01:30
As I approach the house. In front of the entrance, I notice a garbage truck hauling away the waste. It's such a captivating sight that I literally freeze, mesmerized. The rumble of the containers, the mechanical movements of the crane—it all seems epic, like a scene from a sci-fi film. I might even be less thrilled to see a dragon.
But my friend decided that I really belonged at home rather than outside. She practically forces me into the elevator, and I resist, because "IT'S FUN HERE, WHY ARE WE LEAVING?"
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01:45
A slight melancholy washes over me at home: the adventures are over, and I didn't bring back any treasure. Oh well, whatever, the main thing is I had fun.
I pour myself two liters of water and plop down on the couch. Some kind of chick flick is playing on TV. I don't know the name, I didn't see the beginning, but I still sit down next to her and get sucked into the plot. After all, the important thing isn't what to watch, but who to watch it with.
Afterword:
This report doesn't quite qualify as a full-fledged test, because the effects weren't really clear. Therefore, after smoking it a couple more times at home in a calm environment, I can confidently say – it's a powerful thing, completely consistent with its appearance. 🌱🤩
GreenLeafDave Jul 24, 2026 12:00
The process started from the very morning, immediately after all previous rituals were completed. They knocked out a few licks and started until the very end
00:00 We put a lot of strings on the flask, and we pulled on our chests
Apparently the persistent, visceral, spicy taste of hashish had been lost, and the first changes appeared instantly
Relaxation immediately set in, even as the eyes began to glaze over, and light mercifulness appeared in the endings. While I grabbed it, bro, I sat down on the cards and sat down to relax
00:10 The mood improves dramatically, and in the middle there is overwhelming satisfaction. The early anxiety disappeared, the pressures were released, and the sensation began to wash over the receiving influx of THC with warm breaths
00:25 The effects reached their climax, and the tears from frequent yawning appeared on my beaten face.
1:30 It’s not going to go down so much anymore, it’s just a matter of time to finish, but it’s definitely going to decline. I’m lying on the sofa and I feel like a lazy seal that has washed up on the shore. I have to do my worst thing, but I just start crying through the night. Just as if you were going to get “disturbed” by drinking coffee for yourself, but it didn’t help much in leveling up your stamina
1:40 - 2:05 Having become hungry, he prepared two hot pots for himself and sharpened them with satisfaction. After the snack, the active effects began to gradually decline, leaving behind the long-lasting and sticky aftereffects. 💨💪
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