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Big Buck
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I had a bad experience w/ K....I'll never do it again....going into a "K hole" isn't fun...
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gimme gimme.
i havent tried it
what was it like?
i havent tried it
what was it like?
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MommaKin
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I've ingested KY jelly throguh my asshole before...does that cunt, i mean count?
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Star said:
Oh, I ensure you, I am a very good girl
Ketamine is a sedative (hallucinogenic) for small animals. Can reproduce many out-of-body experiences, etc. K-hole is a bad thing to most people, i wanna be in a k-hole though , sounds like my kinda place.
when I took it it felt like when your dentist gives you too much laughing gas.....
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well from what I have read and heard from people - you lose touch with reality in a sort of unpleasant way - probably can't move, talk, or hear much. It varies for different people.
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dread_lady said:
That's exactly what u feel like...head spinning...out of control....can't move...talk, hear...etc, etc. You feel like you're not even there....
Milhouse
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Well I was at a party once and the drugs were flowing freely. In between booze, ghb, exctacy, and special K I was fucking wasted for 3 days.
Funny part was that I was wasted on the inside but acting normal on the outside doing my normal everyday shit.
Pretty fucking stupid thing to do, now I stick pretty much to booze if I want a buzz and the odd joint if someone has some.
Whatever happened to uninhibited wild erotic sex being the ultimate out of body experience?
Funny part was that I was wasted on the inside but acting normal on the outside doing my normal everyday shit.
Pretty fucking stupid thing to do, now I stick pretty much to booze if I want a buzz and the odd joint if someone has some.
Whatever happened to uninhibited wild erotic sex being the ultimate out of body experience?
lincoln
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K is the nectar of the gods.
A "K Hole" is most easily described as an out of body experience. People seem to be staring off into space almost in a coma.
At the same time they are very alert and present in the area in which there body is located.
I have a friend who went in a khole for about 20 minutes, we almost called an ambulance because he would not respond to anything.
When he came to he claimed to be present in a conversation two of us had on the other siide of the club.
He knew exactly what we where saying and there is no way he could have heard it. you can't hear anything in a club.
Much like acid if you are not welcoming the fact of being fucked up it could be a very dark and scarry experience.
Call BS if you like, but everyone that has been in one, knows exactly what I am talking about.
A "K Hole" is most easily described as an out of body experience. People seem to be staring off into space almost in a coma.
At the same time they are very alert and present in the area in which there body is located.
I have a friend who went in a khole for about 20 minutes, we almost called an ambulance because he would not respond to anything.
When he came to he claimed to be present in a conversation two of us had on the other siide of the club.
He knew exactly what we where saying and there is no way he could have heard it. you can't hear anything in a club.
Much like acid if you are not welcoming the fact of being fucked up it could be a very dark and scarry experience.
Call BS if you like, but everyone that has been in one, knows exactly what I am talking about.
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Star, read the erowid link to get better directions. Unfortunately some folks aren't too good at emplaining the process
Yes, it's cooked, blah, but you need to know how, how long, with what, and what to do afterwards.
So just do an internet search about it if you need to. Don't believe everything you hear either, confirm your sources before you waste your K.
Yes, it's cooked, blah, but you need to know how, how long, with what, and what to do afterwards.
So just do an internet search about it if you need to. Don't believe everything you hear either, confirm your sources before you waste your K.
WombRaider
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please.. just throw the shit in the garbage and fire up a joint or something. K is sooo bad for your head, why don't you just start using PCP? You seem to be a smart person, stay away from it!!
FreakMonster
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Ketamine is a dissociative meaning it is a mind altering drug. It is in the same class of drugs with PCP.
There is evidence that shows that heavy users have experienced significant brain damage. Even using it one time will change your brain chemistry. Not something I would want to put in my body.
It's cat tranquilizer for god's sake!!
There is evidence that shows that heavy users have experienced significant brain damage. Even using it one time will change your brain chemistry. Not something I would want to put in my body.
It's cat tranquilizer for god's sake!!
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Re: Scuse me maam, Ms Star
*cough* ditto *cough*
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*cough* ditto *cough*
Checkmatebloated
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Just stick with a nice fat rail or tablet.
ketamine addiction
The call was made. A monotone voice on the other end of the line exhaled one word that made his heart jump as if he had won the state lottery; "yes." This was all that mattered. His vision of the world had become reduced to this event, this substance, this relationship. He had felt this feeling of anticipation and nvervousness and the inablility to control his excitement for too long: 48 hrs. After an eternity, he heard a knock at the door. His heart leaped and he hastily opened the door to the figure who had become his "best friend." Quient exchanges and greetings were made. He was forced to create small talk with a sliver portion of his brain that was not obsessed with what was to come. The remaining 95% of his mind was screaming "LEAVE." Quickly the money was passed. It was not an issue, after all, who of these so called "normal people" would not exchange a good portion of money for a well deserved vacation? After what seemed like hours, the man departed. A shiver of excitement ran through him as he anticipated the next few moments and he began his ritual which he knew so well. The shades were drawn, the light bulbs extinguished. He had four candles which had endured his many ups, downs and dreams with him. He lit these on at a time. Also, his lava lamps which held a special place in his heart were illuminated. After this, he implored his cd player to bring to life the Trance music that had so accompanied him on his many journeys. Lastly, he marched to the bedroom to find his second best aquiantence, his belt. The buckle clinged softly with each step that he made. Frantically he searched the closet in which he hid the needles and happened to find an unopened pack- what luck! He ripped the bag open like an animal to extract the beautiful contraption- 28 gauge, one half inch, 100 iu- it brought a smile to his face. He longed for the needle almost as much as he longed for the pleasure it would hold shortly. After taking off the orange cap, he pulled the lifegiving brown vial from his pocket. Rapidly he turned the vial upside down and inserted the needle into the grey rubber and beyond. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew the fluid into the syringe. It smelled slightly of alcohol. 10, 20, 30...slowly the increments filled. He passed the average dose, 35, and kept pulling past the heave dose, 70. Finally at the magic number 90 he stopped. This amount would surely disable any normal human for a good duration of time. For him it would be a ten minute ride. He quickly withdrew the needle and frantically ran to his most inviting leather sofa. He had left one lone lamp shining in order to view his target area. He shook his arm down and tightened the belt. His most popular spot stood out obediently even though it was black and blue from use. The music built to a crescendo as he pierced the skin ever so slightly. He was a master at this and did not go through the vein. He had learned that the skin offered a little resistance but once he was in, no resistance was offered at all...it was like an air pocket. He pulled back on the plunger ever so slightly and watched with satisfaction as his blood pressure forced the liquid to cloud darkly. The injection was painless. He started to feel his mind elevate but tightened the belt to slow it's effect in order to not impair him past the point of being able to extinguish the lamp. Very gently he set the needle down on the coffee table and kicked his feet up. With a bairly audible click the light was gone. He let the belt fall. A very distinct taste, one he now craved more than love or life, hit his mouth with such force that he literally shivered. It was only a matter of milliseconds before the noises started to mesh together with a high pitched whining sound. Suddenly, without warning, his body sank deep within the couch, past the couch, and he was ejected into timelessness. He was flying with rapid speeds through space and time, yet he was more relaxed than ever before. At this point, he began to think that his body had parished and he had gone to the afterworld. This did not frighten him but rather invited him in. He wondered what purpose he served in staying on earth amid the worries of life, job, and money. He was free now. After some contemplation, he realized that he was in hope that he had passed away. However, it was not to be and he slowly began to become coherent. Still moderately induced, the candles actually danced pleasantly to the rythm of the music and took on personalities. They demanded his gaze and captured his attention. After they lost their luster and he was sober enough to have a steady hand, he clumsily reloaded the needle. The liquid was slightly discolered this time due to previous blood residue left in the chamber. Again, he chose his sweet spot which was a little sore but entirely bareable. After some time he came to notice alarmingly that the vial was essentially empty. He did not know how but scraped and pinched for the last golden drop. Unfortunately, this last little bit was not enough to put him entirely under and he slowly came to grips with the sad reality that the end of his vacation was over. He reluctantly forced himself to stand and stumble to the bedroom where he fell asleep. The alarm found him groggy and barely able to function. After some caffeine pills he was able to clean up from his escapades the night before and prepare for work. At least his clothes options were limited to long sleaved shirts. He would somehow make it through this monotonous routine called "everyday life" only in hopes of experiencing the "real life" very soon. Another day dawned.
The call was made. A monotone voice on the other end of the line exhaled one word that made his heart jump as if he had won the state lottery; "yes." This was all that mattered. His vision of the world had become reduced to this event, this substance, this relationship. He had felt this feeling of anticipation and nvervousness and the inablility to control his excitement for too long: 48 hrs. After an eternity, he heard a knock at the door. His heart leaped and he hastily opened the door to the figure who had become his "best friend." Quient exchanges and greetings were made. He was forced to create small talk with a sliver portion of his brain that was not obsessed with what was to come. The remaining 95% of his mind was screaming "LEAVE." Quickly the money was passed. It was not an issue, after all, who of these so called "normal people" would not exchange a good portion of money for a well deserved vacation? After what seemed like hours, the man departed. A shiver of excitement ran through him as he anticipated the next few moments and he began his ritual which he knew so well. The shades were drawn, the light bulbs extinguished. He had four candles which had endured his many ups, downs and dreams with him. He lit these on at a time. Also, his lava lamps which held a special place in his heart were illuminated. After this, he implored his cd player to bring to life the Trance music that had so accompanied him on his many journeys. Lastly, he marched to the bedroom to find his second best aquiantence, his belt. The buckle clinged softly with each step that he made. Frantically he searched the closet in which he hid the needles and happened to find an unopened pack- what luck! He ripped the bag open like an animal to extract the beautiful contraption- 28 gauge, one half inch, 100 iu- it brought a smile to his face. He longed for the needle almost as much as he longed for the pleasure it would hold shortly. After taking off the orange cap, he pulled the lifegiving brown vial from his pocket. Rapidly he turned the vial upside down and inserted the needle into the grey rubber and beyond. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew the fluid into the syringe. It smelled slightly of alcohol. 10, 20, 30...slowly the increments filled. He passed the average dose, 35, and kept pulling past the heave dose, 70. Finally at the magic number 90 he stopped. This amount would surely disable any normal human for a good duration of time. For him it would be a ten minute ride. He quickly withdrew the needle and frantically ran to his most inviting leather sofa. He had left one lone lamp shining in order to view his target area. He shook his arm down and tightened the belt. His most popular spot stood out obediently even though it was black and blue from use. The music built to a crescendo as he pierced the skin ever so slightly. He was a master at this and did not go through the vein. He had learned that the skin offered a little resistance but once he was in, no resistance was offered at all...it was like an air pocket. He pulled back on the plunger ever so slightly and watched with satisfaction as his blood pressure forced the liquid to cloud darkly. The injection was painless. He started to feel his mind elevate but tightened the belt to slow it's effect in order to not impair him past the point of being able to extinguish the lamp. Very gently he set the needle down on the coffee table and kicked his feet up. With a bairly audible click the light was gone. He let the belt fall. A very distinct taste, one he now craved more than love or life, hit his mouth with such force that he literally shivered. It was only a matter of milliseconds before the noises started to mesh together with a high pitched whining sound. Suddenly, without warning, his body sank deep within the couch, past the couch, and he was ejected into timelessness. He was flying with rapid speeds through space and time, yet he was more relaxed than ever before. At this point, he began to think that his body had parished and he had gone to the afterworld. This did not frighten him but rather invited him in. He wondered what purpose he served in staying on earth amid the worries of life, job, and money. He was free now. After some contemplation, he realized that he was in hope that he had passed away. However, it was not to be and he slowly began to become coherent. Still moderately induced, the candles actually danced pleasantly to the rythm of the music and took on personalities. They demanded his gaze and captured his attention. After they lost their luster and he was sober enough to have a steady hand, he clumsily reloaded the needle. The liquid was slightly discolered this time due to previous blood residue left in the chamber. Again, he chose his sweet spot which was a little sore but entirely bareable. After some time he came to notice alarmingly that the vial was essentially empty. He did not know how but scraped and pinched for the last golden drop. Unfortunately, this last little bit was not enough to put him entirely under and he slowly came to grips with the sad reality that the end of his vacation was over. He reluctantly forced himself to stand and stumble to the bedroom where he fell asleep. The alarm found him groggy and barely able to function. After some caffeine pills he was able to clean up from his escapades the night before and prepare for work. At least his clothes options were limited to long sleaved shirts. He would somehow make it through this monotonous routine called "everyday life" only in hopes of experiencing the "real life" very soon. Another day dawned.
Checkmatebloated
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Just get a 8 and have some fun. Forget the hole.
I am not a "media type"
I have been there before and had my WHOLE LIFE wrecked because of drug use~
God gave each of us life~ it was his gift to us and too many of you abuse it , that is all I think.
I bitch everyday of my life now at the bf cause he smokes pot. WTF? why MUST you have it everyday? there is no real reason!! Only EXCUSES! Why cause it is a Habit!
I know I was there too.
but I am not flamming any of you in any such way. I just simply though Star was a "good" girl.
lol
To each his own I guess~
I just dont get how all of you NEED drugs to go thru your daily life when Millions of us do nada. Guess you are too chicken to face lifes ups and downs realisticly.
I have been there before and had my WHOLE LIFE wrecked because of drug use~
God gave each of us life~ it was his gift to us and too many of you abuse it , that is all I think.
I bitch everyday of my life now at the bf cause he smokes pot. WTF? why MUST you have it everyday? there is no real reason!! Only EXCUSES! Why cause it is a Habit!
I know I was there too.
but I am not flamming any of you in any such way. I just simply though Star was a "good" girl.
lol
To each his own I guess~
I just dont get how all of you NEED drugs to go thru your daily life when Millions of us do nada. Guess you are too chicken to face lifes ups and downs realisticly.
Checkmatebloated
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D, you are correct to each his/her own. I have before fell under the bad spell. Now I enjoy the once every couple of months play.
Star
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I do something..(painkiller)...maybe every six months.......if at all. I have it, I am curious, and i am deciding wether to keep it or give it away. I do NOT smoke pot, I do NOT do coke, x, speed, hallucinogens, and I rarely ever drink. I am a VERY good girl. Geeeezzz lighten up folks. Next you are gonna be callin betty ford cause I asked a question.
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Stan O'Zolol
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Pharmacologically classified as a "dissociative anasthetic".
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dballer
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Star,
Pain killer ever six months>????
Can you tell me how???
I eat them like M&M's..... The doctor gives me like 300 a month.... My knees are not that bad.... I got me one of them there pill doctors!!!
Pain killer ever six months>????
Can you tell me how???
I eat them like M&M's..... The doctor gives me like 300 a month.... My knees are not that bad.... I got me one of them there pill doctors!!!
lincoln
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OMG
I love this board.............
........steroid users calling everyone else druggies?
I do it all so I wouldn't pass judgement on anyone.
"Dude fuck doing those drugs just smoke pot."
Nothing worse then a hypocritical pot head.
K rules, if you don't like it don't do it.
Live in your little box by rules and theories made up by others.
Is it wrong? NO
Is it altering my brain? Probably
You only go around this carousel ride once.
Anything in moderation is a good thing.
NIB High Football RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Adam Sandler [Billy Madison]
I love this board.............
........steroid users calling everyone else druggies?
I do it all so I wouldn't pass judgement on anyone.
"Dude fuck doing those drugs just smoke pot."
Nothing worse then a hypocritical pot head.
K rules, if you don't like it don't do it.
Live in your little box by rules and theories made up by others.
Is it wrong? NO
Is it altering my brain? Probably
You only go around this carousel ride once.
Anything in moderation is a good thing.
NIB High Football RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Adam Sandler [Billy Madison]
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Star said:I remember the conversation about clen but it's the super part that I am missing. I am trying the clen by the way.
Star
Dballer........one of them pill doctor's...he ain't accepting new patients is he..lol
Finally you decided well glad to hear this
Super clen is just clen with ketofin and suppose to be 6 to 10 x stronger ........ 
if you want to get kholed, just snort about 2 stacks, that will fuck you up, one stack is equal to 1cc, in LA people pay 20 bucks for a stack, and use a bump each hour, most people cant do one stack at once, and remember the busters cut the shit up with flour or other shit so its not as potent, but a real dealer will scoop a stack right off the cooking plate.
Steroid_Virgin
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occasional drug use does not a bad person make... we all have our vices... just cuz your vice is not the same as some one elses, doesn't give you the right to classifly someone else as not good, or bad... give me a fucking break
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