There I lay...incapacitated. My hands: over one-another, above my head. My feet: touching one-another, offset two inches to the right. My chest: compacted, as if tightly packed with thirty-too-many styrofoam peanuts. My face: free, to do anything possible without the assistance of any other part of my body. After lying on my bedroom's solid floor for what felt like five minutes, I regained the physical abiity to move my head. I slowly raised the cerebrum, and felt skull collide with a moderately hard surface. It was the only means I had of communicating with the other members of the household, who retreated downstairs to the tube room. A few short moments later i was assisted to an upright position, in which I remained for a good two minutes. I too retreated to the tube room...
*I started the dose about midway, closely after a full dose of Peyote, and immediately after a dose of French Roast. I began to feel the effects about eight minutes into it. I felt extremely fatigued for the two hours preceding the dose.*
Good stuff...


