Gravity bong and really good weed.

I should start off by saying I am really blazed right now. When I am really high I tend to think a lot. When I write my thoughts it usually becomes very long. So sorry if this is way long to read.

So this morning a friend called me to tell me he picked up some really good shit. Itâ??s hard for me to find real good shit. I usually just settle for high mids. So when someone says good shit I think they mean mids. He tells me not to bother bringing some of my weed over because it is nothing compared to this. So I know itâ??s got to be good.

It was. I went to my friends back yard with about three other people. I used my friends gravity bong (Never used one before) to smoke the highest grade weed Iâ??ve ever smoked. I donâ??t remember how many times I hit it. The beginning of the high was so amazing. It was like nothing I ever felt before. It came on slow. It is real hard to explain so I will try to use words and my shitty MS paint artwork.

Grab something that is thin. Like the edge of cardboard. Press it against your hand. Imagine that feeling amplified by 100. It would feel kind of painful, but for me itâ??s okay. I can handle pain pretty well. Now imagine that feeling going through your body in straight lines from your head to your toes. Thatâ??s how I felt. I had to lie down on the grass the feeling was so overwhelming.

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When I closed my eyes I saw a repeating image.

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I became insanely confused. I didnâ??t understand what was going on or what I was doing. I couldnâ??t comprehend reality. I couldnâ??t comprehend the world. I couldnâ??t think at all. Most times when something is too intense (never with weed though. I never get this high with weed) I just tell myself I am really high and just enjoy it. I couldnâ??t think, â??I am just so high right now and thatâ??s what I am experiencing.â?� My brain didnâ??t work. I thought by feelings. Not what I am feeling, but feelings from my past. You know that feeling you get when you are at work and you want to go home? Thatâ??s how I felt. I wanted to go home. (Note: I wasnâ??t home, but the feeling wasnâ??t me wanting to go to my physical house so the meaning of home confuses me now.) My thoughts were not me. They were someone else talking to me, but I couldnâ??t think â??Hey my thoughts are someone else.â?� I just thought they were someone else. I couldnâ??t think, though. So â??thoughtâ?� is the wrong word to use. They were just someone else. Itâ??s really hard to explain.

This lasted for about forty minutes. After that, slowly, my mind started to return to me. â??I know this place, but I canâ??t recall what it isâ?� was my first thought. Itâ??s like seeing a person you havenâ??t seen in years, but you cannot remember their name. You know you know their name, but you cannot remember it. So you try and try to think of their name and eventually it hits you. I am in my friendsâ?? backyard! After I realize where I am everything returns to a normal extreme high if that makes any sense. I am extremely blazed, but I can think. I know who I am and where I am. I know my past and my present. I can understand what my eyes look at.

I am still high, two hours later, but itâ??s nothing so great that I need to write it out. Just a really good high.

Anyways, the whole experience made me think trying to explain what I experienced. What is a high? Itâ??s not a normal feeling, but what is normal? Maybe when youâ??re high you are experiencing just a little bit of what is normal. Being sober is whatâ??s abnormal. Some people think we are just a big ball of energy. The whole universe and everything in it. Itâ??s so big that parts of the energy became conscious. We think we are individuals, but we arenâ??t. We just own a very small piece of this ball of energy. Reality is not real. Itâ??s just what the conscious part of the energy created to understand reality which is way to complex and confusing for it to comprehend. It created a fake reality because without it; it would go insane living in the real reality.

A while back I thought (I was high if you wanted to know. I only think when I am high) what is math? Math is a bunch of numbers that always winds up as a pattern, but what is a number? 1, 2, 3 are numbers, but what really is a number? Itâ??s just a symbol and a word. It has no meaning. People say everything can be explained through numbers, but if numbers have no meaning then can anything at all really be explained through numbers? Are numbers something the conscious parts of the energy created to explain what it couldnâ??t understand?

Meh, I thought too much for right now. Iâ??m hungry anyways.

Holy Shit dude if you lived in seattle i would smoke with you every day, this is almost exactly what goes on when i get REALLY and I mean REALLY high not just really high but to that point were everything slows down, not much makes sense but at the same time you feel as if though your able to understand just about everything that is going on around you without knowing it. Anyways your numbers "theory" is like my colors "theory". Example, youve grown up thinkin that green is green and red is red thats how you were taught, now what if your perception of red was anothers green? confusing right...but makes total sense when im baked. Anyways im leaving my office now to go get blazed this was a very interesting read especailly the whole paint pictures. I enjoyed reading this, im going to print it out and read it when im high.

haha nice man i love gravity bongs. i love playing the "how high can you get?" game by just taking rip after rip from a gravity till you cant move. ive also had that same thought before about numbers

I have never ever used a gravity bong *wiping the drool off my keyboard* :hippy:

Gravity bongs are like shots of herb. Really good herb, when you're not used to it.. lol shots of Everclear. :p

Greg and Hazy... I want to smoke with you two, now.


I think alot like you, Greg, but I even think like that when I'm sober. Shit like that trips me out, high or not, and if I really think about it, I'll open my eyes, look around me, at everyone, at everything, and just say, "What the FUCK?!" Because then you realize, nothing makes sense. Like, literally, nothing makes sense. You know? I don't even know, but that's a kind of feeling I get sometimes. It's like, you know someone, but how do you know them? You've seen them before. You've talked to them. But how do you really know them? Just by memory? Something that doesn't really exist?

Same with thought. Thought does not exist, so memory does not, either. Both are fabrications of the human mind, but they are fake fabrications. They aren't physically there, and if we are just a sack of blood, meat, and bones, then we shouldn't be able to have thought or a conscious. This shit doesn't really exist, because it isn't there. We can even say the same for vision, if we wanted to.


I don't know, the shit's hard to explain, but yeah, I know what you mean. And now, I'm tripping myself out, because I'm typing this and looking at the letters on the screen and just wondering. What I am seeing are just symbols, but for some reason, these symbols form an idea, a THOUGHT, in another person's mind. But thoughts aren't real, so this writing is useless. But we understand it.


I need to shut the fuck up and go smoke a bowl...

yes yes gravity bongs are awesome, 1st time i got high, i smoked out of a gravity and i seen my middle name in the trees twitching

haha this thread is awesome. I have the thought of how words are just useless fuckin sounds, like for example, take a word and repeat it over and over, with time it'll go from the image the word is used to portray to some weird fuckin sound. Also thoughts are genuine because a thought is pure, but with memory, thats a different story. Our memories are NEVER EVER precise, they are only the fabrications of what has happened to us to a certain extent, and with time, they are modified to suit the needs/wants/ideals of the ever changing person. I guess what im trying to say is, we really don't have memory, i dunno if u guys get what i am saying. Also with the numbers thing, they are just symbols, but like words they represent something, so we assign a symbol to what each one represents, and when applied in different situations makes this complex pattern, problem, and solution. I have ALWAYS thought: "man how in gods name did we create math, but yet it applies to basically everything in the world? like we INVENTED math, but yet we didn't, it's all around us, even in our minds we have calculations done in fractions of seconds eg. j-walking, u calculate how much time you have, how far the car is, and how fast u need to cross. It's almost like we didn't invent it, we merely just discovered it, and put it into a system in which we can work with, understand and study. I guess the same applies for language? Language to me teaches us about the world and ourselves, gives us wisdom; while math and numeracy teaches us how the world works, and its inner functions...

Im not high btw, these are just my random semi logical thoughts :P

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Originally Posted by WaZ

Gravity bongs are like shots of herb. Really good herb, when you're not used to it.. lol shots of Everclear. :p

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or absinthe

i remember the last time i used a gravity bong, put me right on my ass after the first hit.....its been awile so i gaurentee it will have the same effects..

dude im this such a fuckin sick thread. :D

i remeber my first grav. dude .... :jointsmile:

well no actually i cant really all i know is i somehow got home from :wtf:

my friends house who lives 6 miles away. i know i had a great night :smokin:

("i wear my sunglasses at night" gotta love corey hart )

you have to love them nights, they are the greatest...if you can rememeber