Going down. Straight down on menthosorium residues cooked through a tin foil pipe with electric wires crackling off of it. So fucking hugely high. A feeling of expansion. Your swelling up, your body image fills the room is its so heavy you sink sink sink down. Down into oblivion, a dark moist place, and below that you descend into a hell. This one is a complex system of blood veins where damned souls flow through each other and you can feel the greasy filth of they're evil lives. A spiritual sickening. A bad trip. You lapse into a mild chemical calm for awhile after that.