I prepared the nitrous and Gunna’s latest album Wunna and decided to document the experience.

After the third and final breath of nitrous was exhaled, I took a good lung-full of air to replenish my body's oxygen, and soon enough I closed my eyes and completely forgot who I was and where I was. What I saw was a strange snake pattern covering my entire field of vision. This was almost like a wallpaper of some sort, made up of a small repeating image of Young Thug’s face, of which there were hundreds, against a black backdrop. Each of these little images was tiny, and made up of about a dozen large, perfectly-square pixels, which were mostly red and orange. In my mind, this was the entirety of the universe. Reality was no more than and no less than my perception of this pattern.

As soon as I became slightly more aware of my existence, this visual faded. I opened my eyes, and I could still barely make out the pattern that overlaid my vision. I closed my eyes again, and soon something entirely different happened. There was a merging of my senses, in which my vision, the Wunna album, and even my emotions were involved. I observed myself as a two-dimensional image of swirled colors, with curved protrusions coming out of the center of this image like the arms of a spiral galaxy. These were my arms, legs, and neck. I could hear a continuous noise which said “slatt” at a certain rate. Every second or so, I would see the swirly image of what Gunna was saying and contort into a new shape, and since this image was actually my body, I felt myself moving every time this happened. I believe I actually was twisting around on my bed. Every time it happened, the rate of the beeping was increased. These contortions occurred about six or seven times until the “slatt” was so fast that it no longer sounded like Gunna but more like a continual flanging sound. I then opened my eyes and became fully aware of who I really was, and where I really was.

I then descended into the usual euphoric, giggly nitrous-comedown. I rolled around a bit on my bed, rubbing my tingling skin against the comforter. It felt REALLY good, and I laughed the entire way through this 30-second taste of heaven.

The whole trip was just awesome. It did not have a scary or ominous or forbidding or confusing overtone, but rather a fascinating and 'fun' overtone.

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DEMON DEMON DEMON DEMON DEMON DEMON DEMON DEMON

OP is an op

Very cool op but I spent $10 on a tab of acid and saw this happen for a 2880x longer time period

No f***in way. That’s almost like the time when I prepared the nitrous and Gunna’s latest album Wunna and decided to document the experience.

After the third and final breath of nitrous was exhaled, I took a good lung-full of air to replenish my body's oxygen, and soon enough I closed my eyes and completely forgot who I was and where I was. What I saw was a strange snake pattern covering my entire field of vision. This was almost like a wallpaper of some sort, made up of a small repeating image of Young Thug’s face, of which there were hundreds, against a black backdrop. Each of these little images was tiny, and made up of about a dozen large, perfectly-square pixels, which were mostly red and orange. In my mind, this was the entirety of the universe. Reality was no more than and no less than my perception of this pattern.

As soon as I became slightly more aware of my existence, this visual faded. I opened my eyes, and I could still barely make out the pattern that overlaid my vision. I closed my eyes again, and soon something entirely different happened. There was a merging of my senses, in which my vision, the Wunna album, and even my emotions were involved. I observed myself as a two-dimensional image of swirled colors, with curved protrusions coming out of the center of this image like the arms of a spiral galaxy. These were my arms, legs, and neck. I could hear a continuous noise which said “slatt” at a certain rate. Every second or so, I would see the swirly image of what Gunna was saying and contort into a new shape, and since this image was actually my body, I felt myself moving every time this happened. I believe I actually was twisting around on my bed. Every time it happened, the rate of the beeping was increased. These contortions occurred about six or seven times until the “slatt” was so fast that it no longer sounded like Gunna but more like a continual flanging sound. I then opened my eyes and became fully aware of who I really was, and where I really was.

I then descended into the usual euphoric, giggly nitrous-comedown. I rolled around a bit on my bed, rubbing my tingling skin against the comforter. It felt REALLY good, and I laughed the entire way through this 30-second taste of heaven.

The whole trip was just awesome. It did not have a scary or ominous or forbidding or confusing overtone, but rather a fascinating and 'fun' overtone.

I did the same OP, you can watch my experience above

Ah man this ain’t right

You the gay friend huh

Yeah I’m the guy who cannot f*** any of these 4s despite buying copious amounts of Redi-Whip for them

Bro they hoed you. Don’t trust them. You’re the only one doing whippets on cam and you bought a lot for them. S*** ain’t adding up. Look at the title too

nothing wrong with this post just need to post your avi