Not a door knocker chair or funfair tat ornament to be found. Actual colour and everything. I'm also starting a go fund me for... er... cancer or something if you all want to throw in ten grand or so. Target is £1.65m for er... an operation? yeah. an operation, that's it.
6 bedroom detached house for sale in Woodbank Lane, Woodbank, Chester, CH1
So... It's been a couple of weeks since I had a proper go. The experiences have been abortive, or just blank periods of time with zero memory.
Yesterday morning after work everything was perfect. quiet house at 6am, comfortable and ready. I've started using an RDA with the liquid I mixed as the tank coils weren't lasting well and it was wasteful. I took a big hit to start the process, then 3-4 smaller hits to avoid going straight into a blackout, which seems to happen too easily.
Suddenly, there is a thing, a shape, a face right in mine ( this is eyes closed with a sleep mask on) and it demands I take a big hit. I hesitate but it insists and then my arms spasms.
"Take a big hit or I'll do it again."
Other arm spasms. Then my stomach. "Take the hit."
I take a big drag and what happened next defies words. I can only say I was trapped in a sealed space, unable to breathe with no concept of me and morphed into some bizarre cylinder creature whose every movement caused more cylinders to spout out of me. It was eternity in there, with other things just like me and we were joined and clashing and it was 'wrong'. so very wrong.
When I regained enough self-awareness to pull myself out of it, I threw the mask off and I was utterly sparkled. The room was an isometric mess and my fingers were still smooth cylinders. I sat trying to make sense and all the furniture looked antique then slowly changed back to modern as I came down.
Absolutely mental experience topped off with a time loop at the end.
I was holding the vape still, so I put it down on the table then had to check to make sure I hadn't wet myself in the depths of the trip, which I hadn't then I looked at my watch and tried to make sense of what had happened... And I was holding the vape still, so I put it down on the table then had to check to make sure I hadn't wet myself in the depths of the trip, which I hadn't then I looked at my watch and tried to make sense of what had happened.
It was deeply unsettling, completely and unfathomably alien. Those words up there don't come close to sharing the experience. It felt like it was entertainment for them.
adding a D & a Low F to the collection.
Could I ask the assembled committee their expert opinions please?
I currently have a C, Low C and an A which I love playing and I'm still in the novice bracket, but am surprised by the gains I'm making. I'm lucky to have an undemanding job with an office that's completely empty for most of the night so I'm getting a lot of practice.
I am also open to other suggestions, of course. I'm favouring the bluesy soloing/accompanying playing style rather than merry-go-round and/or shanties, but not completely averse.
Thanks, as ever, in advance
WN
Hi, all.
I've had a search of the forum and a well know search engine and not really found, like Bono, what I'm looking for.
Can anyone point me in the direction of something that shows the scales of various positions with their 'blow/draw' numbers like this:?
TIA
WN
