crOOk
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Greetings travellers!
Ever since discovered the beauty of needles I have been on a quest to find the most intensely euphoric IV rush. It seems my journey has come to an end. At least I've raised the bar so damn high that I can't realistically see myself ever coming up with something comparable.
Prologue
I have read many posts, talked to a number of homeless needle veterans and received countless recommendations, but none of them ever lived up to the hype.
Cocaine, morphine, MDMA, hydromorphone+hydroxizine, ketamine - they were all interesting and surely worth mentioning, but I won't waste too much time to explain why I never really kept chasing after them. Whether it was the disappointing duration and compulsive redosing, a dirty and unpleasant plateau experience, unreproducability, the risk of amnesia - Something always kept me from idealizing and promoting the experience as the magical rides most people make them out to be.
The only one I ever really felt the need to chase was the 3-Fluoro-Phenmetrazine rush which ironically is considered underwhelming by most. I would use up to 600mg per shot and end up a compulsively redosing and repositioning, self-mutilating psychotic mess. Good fucking times I tell you! However, I would end up looking like a Swiss cheese that found itself at the wrong end off a shotgun blast each and every time. I have gone through a pack of 100 needles on one occasion and ended up having to seek treatment for infections more than once before I decided it's time to dump my stash. The rush is like that of cocaine to me on top of the feeling that my blood turns really fucking hot.
Once it reaches the peak (I pull out in fear of dying should I keep pushing), I exhale ice-cold air, my eye-lids drop, time freezes and I meet god.
Now, my daughter is with her Mom for the rest of the week and my wife has gone hiking in Austria for four days. She suggested that I could use "my stuff" while she's gone so I would shut up about it for another 6 months hopefully. "My stuff" are PCP analogues which are probably my absolute favourite type of drug next to pot.
So I mainlined a shot of 20mg 2-Oxo-PCE and 2.2mg 2C-E the other day and topped it off with two more IM shots of 5mg 2-Oxo-PCE to seek another religious experience which unfortunately did not work out very well. It was good, but not profound, not spiritually stimulating.
So the next day I realized that there are still 2 full days of having the place to myself and I went to my stash to pick up more drugs. At first I planned to ust give it another go, possibly adding a wee bit of MDMA; but while sitting on the subway I decided I'd go for someting different and shift the ratio of MDMA to 2C-E to 2-Oxo-PCE.
MDMA would be the foundation of it all, 2C-E would get plenty of space as well, but the dissociative would just serve as a means to potentiate the two. It was my experience that low dissociative doses complement both high dose empathogens and psychedelics most effectively. However I would usually be looking for a k hole type experience and only add the psychedelic for a little extra psychedelic spin and improved recollection of the experience.
Since I failed at producing a profound religious experience the day before that was off the table though.
Hacking my brain
I prepared a shot of 80mg MDMA, 3mg 2C-E and 15mg 2-Oxo-PCE in plenty of liquid (5ml/cc) and went back home.
Nothing could have ever prepared me for what happened after I pushed down that plunger. While pulling out the needle and putting the lid back on it hit me hard. I started talking (interestingly enough I had my cell phones audio recording function turned on): "Here you go, there is the rush you have been looking for all your life. You just have to embrace heaven to experience the endless beauty of the world." LOL!
Within seconds it became crystal clear that if this was a 100 on the euphoria scale, the highest I had ever gone before was a 10 at best. I felt like I had cracked the code, hacked my brain. I was past the point of no return.
This was the predominant feeling, a sense of worry, uncertainty or even regret: Because I would never again experience anything this intense again, I had effectively removed all the magic from future drug use.
Now, this type of rush usually lasts thirty to sixty seconds until I would first think about grabbing the needle again to repeat the whole thing. Not this time though - It just didn't stop. It went on and on and on. I kept rushing for four and a half fucking hours before I could lift myself up from the couch again. I felt exhausted, like something had sucked all life from my body, like a drained battery.
I still don't know what to make of it. Here I am with a recipe for endless euphoria. Part of me hopes that I will now be able to close the book on this. No more searching for the most intense rush I can possibly experience. Another part of me is afraid that I could have tasted blood and could never quench my thirst for experiencing that feeling again.
I suppose it is out of question though for me to ever experience anything this intense again for years to come. I have crossed a threshold, went to a place I should have never seen and now the future is as uncertain as ever.
For the entire duration of the experience I was dominated by this feeling of uncertainty. What would become of me now that I have been here? I hope for the best, but only time will tell.
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Ever since discovered the beauty of needles I have been on a quest to find the most intensely euphoric IV rush. It seems my journey has come to an end. At least I've raised the bar so damn high that I can't realistically see myself ever coming up with something comparable.
Prologue
I have read many posts, talked to a number of homeless needle veterans and received countless recommendations, but none of them ever lived up to the hype.
Cocaine, morphine, MDMA, hydromorphone+hydroxizine, ketamine - they were all interesting and surely worth mentioning, but I won't waste too much time to explain why I never really kept chasing after them. Whether it was the disappointing duration and compulsive redosing, a dirty and unpleasant plateau experience, unreproducability, the risk of amnesia - Something always kept me from idealizing and promoting the experience as the magical rides most people make them out to be.
The only one I ever really felt the need to chase was the 3-Fluoro-Phenmetrazine rush which ironically is considered underwhelming by most. I would use up to 600mg per shot and end up a compulsively redosing and repositioning, self-mutilating psychotic mess. Good fucking times I tell you! However, I would end up looking like a Swiss cheese that found itself at the wrong end off a shotgun blast each and every time. I have gone through a pack of 100 needles on one occasion and ended up having to seek treatment for infections more than once before I decided it's time to dump my stash. The rush is like that of cocaine to me on top of the feeling that my blood turns really fucking hot.
Once it reaches the peak (I pull out in fear of dying should I keep pushing), I exhale ice-cold air, my eye-lids drop, time freezes and I meet god.
Now, my daughter is with her Mom for the rest of the week and my wife has gone hiking in Austria for four days. She suggested that I could use "my stuff" while she's gone so I would shut up about it for another 6 months hopefully. "My stuff" are PCP analogues which are probably my absolute favourite type of drug next to pot.
So I mainlined a shot of 20mg 2-Oxo-PCE and 2.2mg 2C-E the other day and topped it off with two more IM shots of 5mg 2-Oxo-PCE to seek another religious experience which unfortunately did not work out very well. It was good, but not profound, not spiritually stimulating.
So the next day I realized that there are still 2 full days of having the place to myself and I went to my stash to pick up more drugs. At first I planned to ust give it another go, possibly adding a wee bit of MDMA; but while sitting on the subway I decided I'd go for someting different and shift the ratio of MDMA to 2C-E to 2-Oxo-PCE.
MDMA would be the foundation of it all, 2C-E would get plenty of space as well, but the dissociative would just serve as a means to potentiate the two. It was my experience that low dissociative doses complement both high dose empathogens and psychedelics most effectively. However I would usually be looking for a k hole type experience and only add the psychedelic for a little extra psychedelic spin and improved recollection of the experience.
Since I failed at producing a profound religious experience the day before that was off the table though.
Hacking my brain
I prepared a shot of 80mg MDMA, 3mg 2C-E and 15mg 2-Oxo-PCE in plenty of liquid (5ml/cc) and went back home.
Nothing could have ever prepared me for what happened after I pushed down that plunger. While pulling out the needle and putting the lid back on it hit me hard. I started talking (interestingly enough I had my cell phones audio recording function turned on): "Here you go, there is the rush you have been looking for all your life. You just have to embrace heaven to experience the endless beauty of the world." LOL!
Within seconds it became crystal clear that if this was a 100 on the euphoria scale, the highest I had ever gone before was a 10 at best. I felt like I had cracked the code, hacked my brain. I was past the point of no return.
This was the predominant feeling, a sense of worry, uncertainty or even regret: Because I would never again experience anything this intense again, I had effectively removed all the magic from future drug use.
Now, this type of rush usually lasts thirty to sixty seconds until I would first think about grabbing the needle again to repeat the whole thing. Not this time though - It just didn't stop. It went on and on and on. I kept rushing for four and a half fucking hours before I could lift myself up from the couch again. I felt exhausted, like something had sucked all life from my body, like a drained battery.
I still don't know what to make of it. Here I am with a recipe for endless euphoria. Part of me hopes that I will now be able to close the book on this. No more searching for the most intense rush I can possibly experience. Another part of me is afraid that I could have tasted blood and could never quench my thirst for experiencing that feeling again.
I suppose it is out of question though for me to ever experience anything this intense again for years to come. I have crossed a threshold, went to a place I should have never seen and now the future is as uncertain as ever.
For the entire duration of the experience I was dominated by this feeling of uncertainty. What would become of me now that I have been here? I hope for the best, but only time will tell.
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substancecode_2oxopce
substancecode_2ce
substancecode_phenethylamines
substancecode_dissociatives
substancecode_empathogens
substancecode_achs
explevel_veryexperienced
explevel_firsttime
roacode_iv
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
_combo_
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