Did some 25b a few weeks ago and pretty much shit my ass out through my brains.
It started to kick in while I was watching porn. Porn always seems to keep the mood uplifting and helps fight nausea for me. At first it was cool because the images became quite vivid and started to move as if I could reach through the screen and touch them. Then the faces started to bubble and deform and slide off of the bodies. At this point I was giggling uncontrollably and started sweating heavily.
I took a gulp of water and began to feel nauseous as the visual and auditory hallucinations became stronger. I jumped out of my bed and vomited all over my trash can. It had a lid so the first bit sprayed off of it and landed on me.
I puked a few more times, more successfully, and fell backwards onto the floor.
Covered in sweat, vomit, and giggling hysterically I lay on the ground and begin watching shapes form on my ceiling. All of the little cracks and dust particles came together to form what looked like fossils or bones hanging from the ceiling.
The room was filled with a wavy digital dripping sound. I dragged myself back up onto my bed and began listening to GISMs SoniCrime TheRAPY and then some Inquisition. I then began listening to Prosanctus Inferi and began looking at my hand. My hand started to blur and sharpen. It started to look rotten and I looked down at my belly. Thousands of small ants started to crawl out of my belly button and under the sheets. My stomach was covered in sores and scabs. I began giggling again and decided to listen to some Blut Aus Nord. When listening to The Work Which Transforms God I noticed how the auditory hallucinations began to make the music even more interesting. The guitars pitch shifted at times and started to bend.
I began the trip around 10 o clock at night and around 4 in the morning shit started to get old. Every noise in my house echoed. The wavy digital noise remained. I fell down the hallway multiple times to get to the bathroom to take a piss and constantly felt as though I was forgetting something.
I began laughing to myself thinking "All I fucking want is to sit down, eat a cheeseburger, and do it all without anything fucking echoing or bending". This continued until around 9 in the morning.
In all, it was quite fun and something I wouldn't mind doing once a year at the most.
