Soap MacTavish
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 12, 2010
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Yeah I agree with you guys the Peevee psychosis is quite unique and unrivaled. I have been a pretty heavy crack and meth addict before and yeah that got very bad and demoralizing, I found myself many times in the depths of depravity there as well, but I was always able to "stop" it in time. Like one way or another I could reign in the meth psychosis and break it. Probably because you can see meth psychosis coming a mile away like a freight train, but on the Peev, psychosis and delusion moves silently in the shadows and slips under your radar, you never see it coming. On meth there were times I was found yelling at shadow people that were vaporizing and reintegrating in the shady places and corners and windows and cars and yeah, the paranoia got bad as hell but I knew all along that I was dealing with hallucinations and a condition of the mind. With the Peev you don't know this, instead you fly past go and plunge straight into delusion; one second there is the sound of wind and tree limbs scraping up against the windows and the next it is the crystal clear and unmistakable sound of footsteps and creaking floors and whispering up in the attic, and you never skip a beat in the transition from reality to full-on psychosis. The Peevee psychosis takes place inside a bubble, and you don't even know you're there, this is how I feel it's unique. I can describe it as a transparent layer folded over reality.
I have lost hours stalking imaginary foes around my house and yard with a flashlight, then somebody real knocks on the door and I am insisting there are people in my attic trying to steal from me and I am totally convinced. Like what the fuck is in my attic worth anything that some supernatural demons bent on my destruction need to be stealing?? See this is something I always get looped into, like remember that movie The Grudge, and those creeped out ghosts that lived in the peoples house? Yeah it's like that, like I am convinced that these type of malicious sadistic horrible things are stalking me in the dark, and they are trying to make me go even more insane. I spend all my mental energy trying to figure out ways to defeat them by rigging lights, or, maybe if I am looking left for long enough then turn instantly to the right I will catch one in the act. Sometimes I hear a noise and I know they are trying to lure me into a trap, then I hear clear and distinct voices, very scary. But I go against the fear and bum rush the area of the noise. Nothing there when I get there. Sometimes I do catch them and I can see them for a split second but they don't exist. One time I stared through the crack between my folding doors in the living room for like an hour because I could see them through that crack but not when I looked there normally. Like I could see this things twisted face and body and it's arms were in a crescent shape above it's head. Very detailed, and moving slightly. Scary shit.
I guess one of my most ridiculous ones was when I came home to my house and felt the urge to pull my rusted out park avenue right up against the garage door because I felt like I needed to keep that garage door firmly in place so the freaks couldn't pry it open in the night, well I pulled up a little too close and bowed the garage door in by about 6 inches. Then I went inside, and what really threw me into oblivion at this point was that the freaks where already here in the house and were invisible now, and they had stolen my car keys purely to toy with my crumbling mind, and indeed the car keys were nowhere to be found. And even when I found those keys locked inside the car the next day I was still convinced it was the freaks that had somehow done that. I spent a few hours fighting and battling with all my greatest logic trying to explain that to my ex-wife, and then the cops showed up. The cops are total assholes and they want me outta this town.
PV is probably not recommended. I think that due to the lack of a euphoric component in the substance, it turns cold and wicked very fast.
I have lost hours stalking imaginary foes around my house and yard with a flashlight, then somebody real knocks on the door and I am insisting there are people in my attic trying to steal from me and I am totally convinced. Like what the fuck is in my attic worth anything that some supernatural demons bent on my destruction need to be stealing?? See this is something I always get looped into, like remember that movie The Grudge, and those creeped out ghosts that lived in the peoples house? Yeah it's like that, like I am convinced that these type of malicious sadistic horrible things are stalking me in the dark, and they are trying to make me go even more insane. I spend all my mental energy trying to figure out ways to defeat them by rigging lights, or, maybe if I am looking left for long enough then turn instantly to the right I will catch one in the act. Sometimes I hear a noise and I know they are trying to lure me into a trap, then I hear clear and distinct voices, very scary. But I go against the fear and bum rush the area of the noise. Nothing there when I get there. Sometimes I do catch them and I can see them for a split second but they don't exist. One time I stared through the crack between my folding doors in the living room for like an hour because I could see them through that crack but not when I looked there normally. Like I could see this things twisted face and body and it's arms were in a crescent shape above it's head. Very detailed, and moving slightly. Scary shit.
I guess one of my most ridiculous ones was when I came home to my house and felt the urge to pull my rusted out park avenue right up against the garage door because I felt like I needed to keep that garage door firmly in place so the freaks couldn't pry it open in the night, well I pulled up a little too close and bowed the garage door in by about 6 inches. Then I went inside, and what really threw me into oblivion at this point was that the freaks where already here in the house and were invisible now, and they had stolen my car keys purely to toy with my crumbling mind, and indeed the car keys were nowhere to be found. And even when I found those keys locked inside the car the next day I was still convinced it was the freaks that had somehow done that. I spent a few hours fighting and battling with all my greatest logic trying to explain that to my ex-wife, and then the cops showed up. The cops are total assholes and they want me outta this town.
PV is probably not recommended. I think that due to the lack of a euphoric component in the substance, it turns cold and wicked very fast.
