Chemical_Boy
02-22-2008, 02:30 PM
Kava powder is officially the nastiest, most disgusting substance that is known to man. It beats out other likely candidates such as anal mucus, blended frog juice, and that yellow stuff inside of large grasshoppers.
Good God!
This stuff actually does provide a sort of buzz that is actually pretty pronounced if you take enough. It is not a wonderful, warm buzz that wraps its arms around you like a warm summer day, such as grass or opiates (especially opiates!!), but it is not entirely unpleasant either. It certainly can provide a small amount of relief for those seeking to enter an altered state.
The problem is the God-awful taste. As I sit here- still retching involuntarily from the inescapable aftertaste in my mouth- I find a pleasant buzz creeping on. The problem is that I don't know if I will ever be able to bring myself to this state again.
The first time I consumed this vile froth, it was nasty but bearable. The second time it was like punishment from God, but I endured, being the die-hard psychonaut that I am. This third time was an epic battle of wills- on one side the will of my befuddled mind to become inebriated, and on the other, the will of my stomach to reject this wretched ooze. My mind triumphed, but I think it only won the battle, not the war.
Now, I have a cast iron stomach. There has never been a psychotropic substance that I could not force down my gullet, from the nastiest little shroomies, to a tall glass of warm and cheap whiskey, to Mad Dog 20/20, to whatever.
I think I may have met my match!
I think the only possible way I could do this in the future without projectile vomitting all over my apartment would be to parachute the stuff, and it takes enough that would be quite the endeavor.
Oh well, I am done prattling on.
I extend my envy to those with better tasting drugs than I!!!!!
Good God!
This stuff actually does provide a sort of buzz that is actually pretty pronounced if you take enough. It is not a wonderful, warm buzz that wraps its arms around you like a warm summer day, such as grass or opiates (especially opiates!!), but it is not entirely unpleasant either. It certainly can provide a small amount of relief for those seeking to enter an altered state.
The problem is the God-awful taste. As I sit here- still retching involuntarily from the inescapable aftertaste in my mouth- I find a pleasant buzz creeping on. The problem is that I don't know if I will ever be able to bring myself to this state again.
The first time I consumed this vile froth, it was nasty but bearable. The second time it was like punishment from God, but I endured, being the die-hard psychonaut that I am. This third time was an epic battle of wills- on one side the will of my befuddled mind to become inebriated, and on the other, the will of my stomach to reject this wretched ooze. My mind triumphed, but I think it only won the battle, not the war.
Now, I have a cast iron stomach. There has never been a psychotropic substance that I could not force down my gullet, from the nastiest little shroomies, to a tall glass of warm and cheap whiskey, to Mad Dog 20/20, to whatever.
I think I may have met my match!
I think the only possible way I could do this in the future without projectile vomitting all over my apartment would be to parachute the stuff, and it takes enough that would be quite the endeavor.
Oh well, I am done prattling on.
I extend my envy to those with better tasting drugs than I!!!!!