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Highhooked, man, that sounds like an intriguing combo, though I'm not a tram fan...but with gabapentin, I can see how it might synergise. Any chance of a trip report?
A moi. A une de mes follies, or however the fuck it goes. Worked late and hit a tough deadline yesterday, so took a day off and decided to indulge in a lazy, chilled afternoon of...(high tolerance, been using for 20 years on and off, obviously, these kind of doses could be fatal for anyone without a whole lot of experience, so I wouldn't suggest anyone try this at home unless they're a dirty old pillhead, with decades of high-dose experience, too).I know the risk and take it every now and then: my call. Don't nobody follow me: I'm a fiend at heart, always was and always will be.
So, my party guests:
Breakfast: 20mgs diazepam with coffee and an energy drink.
Brunch: 40 mgs Temazepam -mmm, favourite benzo to potentiate...
Lunch: 70 mgs of Oxy IR, (7 x European oxynorm 10mg caps, pretty rare in the UK, so a real luxury when they show up - though a lot cheaper than Stateside, despite their relative scarcity). The cognac of opiates to me, though it always makes me miss the US...and the Lortabs/Vics that I've never once found here, except when American friends are in town. Next time I'm on the other side of the pond, I'm gonna have to CWE as much hydro as I can lay my hands on: never got to do more than 30mgs or so, and the ex-girlfriend who had the script (doctor shopping, she didn't need 'em and was generous with them, but 2 Vics was a major high for her, and she would have freaked if I'd performed a CWE: though daily beer for breakfast on her part was normal. Yeesh, exes. Why can't they just go found a colony in someone else's head?).
Mostly we only get MScontins and dhc here, and while high-dose dhc is fun after a tolerance vacation if potentiated, (not a bad bar/club drug, for me, when friends are doing X and coke), morph gets boring. As I don't shoot or plug, it's expensive to get a real buzz off of, and a hassle to evade the time-release. It also makes me hungry and constipates worse than any other substance, so though it's the easiest strong opiate for me to find, I think I'm done with the stuff, recreationally (though oramorph - instant release linctus - is a different story: 100 mls/200mgs with Sprite & ice is quite a buzzy little cocktail, especially chased with promethazine). I wouldn't touch the H here - only used twice in the past ten years: back in '05, it was cheap and decent, as good as an average East Coast stamp or any tar I had in the Ca, Bay Area - but things have changed. Last year, I had a four-day binge with a rock'n'brown crowd, the bags were smaller, and quality so much lower than in the past that I could honestly have got higher off of OTC (here) codeine linctus (600mgs a bottle) or a CWE with potentiators than a couple of (smoked) bags. And I swear the rock was MPDV or something like it laced with lidocaine or synthocaine: too speedy and long-lasting to be genuine coca, and some pretty random sex resulted. The street market here is a joke now, and I won't touch any non-pharm any more, mostly for fear of RC adulterants, other than MDXX/MDA from one trusted source, with a couple of old friends or a lover, not that I have one at the moment - and, of course, herb.
Afternoon snack: another 60mgs of Oxy, oral, + 20 mgs insufflated.
1 Joint of Moroccan dark hash - damn, I love the stuff. The weed round here's mostly overpriced, high-THC skunk strains that are too trippy for my tastes, these days, and I far prefer the chilled, calming feel of North African/Pakistani or Indian resin. Except, that is, on the infrequent occasions when oldtime strains - Jamaican, Colombian, and above all, Thai, are in circulation. Sadly my one source of Thai - good guy, never bullshitted, always threw in an extra gram or so - is now a prisoner of the Godforsaken mindless 'War on Drugs.' Nice one, British 'Justice'. At least, over here, he's only looking at a few years, but I hate it when anyone gets imprisoned for non-violent drug charges, most of all weed, and this guy was as sweet as they come. And is now costing the taxpayer something in the region of $70,000 a year to keep behind bars. I'm almost forty years old, been getting high for 25 years, and I'm still shocked by the brutal idiocy of prohibition, from empowering La Familia to idiotic dime bag busts and taking out a guy who sold milld Thai weed cheap to a few friends.
Back on topic: Got some higher grade Pollen for the next J or six, and some xanax to bring the day to a quiet end when the time comes (favourite benzo to end an opiate high with).
Kinda wish I had a line or two of K to make things colourful, but I'm a total monster on the stuff: I've done up to 1.5 grams insufflated, never managed to hole, so I quit when the bladder syndrome stuff came out, and from what I hear it's not around much in this city at the moment, anyway (I recently left London, at least till the Olympics are over). MXE doesn't come anywhere close for me - a few lines feels like a microsniff of weak K, and the two occasions I took large doses (stupid doses, embarrassingly so) in an attempt to get to the K-zone, or at least a similar place, were hellish: limited hallucinations, no sense of aneasthesia, morbid paranoia, suicidal ideation, dysphoria & unpleasant stimulation followed by a horrific day after, vocal chords not functioning right, stumbling over words like a stroke victim and physically ravaged like I'd been stomped by 6 cranked-up Hell's Angels or stuck in an elevator with Dick Cheney and Theresa May (the right-wing British politician, not the porn star) for an hour...thank God I'm full of oxy, that just put a horrible image in my head. It took a handful of quasi-benzos (all I had) to sleep it off - like 20mgs of Etizolam, twice, to get a few hours' rest each time - and even then, it was another 48 hours or so till I felt relatively normal again. (Benzo tolerance is on the exteme side, and I don't find Etizolam to be as strong as the equivalency charts claim).
But it probably wasn't very smart to mix MXE with kratom and 4-MEO-PCP the second time...had a moment of clarity when I started into the latter, and flushed the remaining gram. Having done plenty of K and sampled PCP once, I felt - for me, at least - the RC analogues to be not just inferior, but a lot more toxic. I realised that I couldn't trust myself with dissociatives, friends found me creepy, even scary, on K - maybe because on high doses I started talking and singing prayers in Hebrew and Ladino - and although, having been hit with an aneasthetic pre-op dose of K before surgery as a kid, good racemic K felt like going home to vistas of dark beauty comparable to high-dose LSD in intensity and intellectual wonder, I found it disturbing that I actually scared people on the shit (they described me as 'demonic' on K: not that I did anything to anyone, but apparently gave off a very unnerving vibe). I've stayed away from dissociatives since, save for a little DXM to potentiate opiates, and I find grapefruit juice or cimetidine just as effective for those purposes. Speed, booze, and K are the drugs I just can't take except in very occasional low doses - or the dark side all comes bubbling out. Low-dose pharm speed and white wine I can consume moderately, with effort: K I have no control over after the first line. And I've never managed to hole, not even when more regular and experienced users were collapsing from a few lines of the same batch: I'd do in excess of a gram, in the aftermath of MDXX or MDA, and K stimulated me into visionary sleeplessness. Those were dark and lovely visions, sweet like a furtive, fatal fuck with a mystery angel. I miss 'em...but there's no going back.
So...I think it's time for some more of that lovely oxy powder, a fat joint of mixed hash, and a slow fold into warm foetal bliss. Other than a (temporarily suspended) benzo taper, I've been pretty clean in 2012 to date (can't even drink much since I started getting migraines), so occasional indulgence allows me to really appreciate an opiate high in its fullness. My stim and booze days are in the past: the synergy of oxy, benzos and hashish makes me a very happy man indeed. And a long-winded prattling idiot, so I always use alone, with naloxone at hand, just in case.
Sorry for the long post - I'm junked out of my head, and am just feeling the switch from Oxy stimulation to sedation. Again, I'm physically pretty big and a life-long user, so my doses reflect metabolic and autobiographical realities that are as unique as everyone else's: don't follow my example. Like the Dead said, 'May be going to hell in a bucket baby, but at least I'm enjoying the ride.' Some days: and this was one of them. Thanks if you read all of this addled gibberish - I love this thread when I take my little solitary vacations. No anti-histamine potentiators, gf juice or the like today - but I have taken a few ibuprofen/codeine (200mgs/15mgs), as high dose oxy otherwise gives me headaches.
And I will shut up now.
Have fun, be safe, and don't slap cats. They're only human. So sayeth the wasted.
...from the land of Nod, where we have no deity but thebaine-derived rushing numbness of oblivion. A foolish way to live, but then, this a foolish planet.
A moi. A une de mes follies, or however the fuck it goes. Worked late and hit a tough deadline yesterday, so took a day off and decided to indulge in a lazy, chilled afternoon of...(high tolerance, been using for 20 years on and off, obviously, these kind of doses could be fatal for anyone without a whole lot of experience, so I wouldn't suggest anyone try this at home unless they're a dirty old pillhead, with decades of high-dose experience, too).I know the risk and take it every now and then: my call. Don't nobody follow me: I'm a fiend at heart, always was and always will be.
So, my party guests:
Breakfast: 20mgs diazepam with coffee and an energy drink.
Brunch: 40 mgs Temazepam -mmm, favourite benzo to potentiate...
Lunch: 70 mgs of Oxy IR, (7 x European oxynorm 10mg caps, pretty rare in the UK, so a real luxury when they show up - though a lot cheaper than Stateside, despite their relative scarcity). The cognac of opiates to me, though it always makes me miss the US...and the Lortabs/Vics that I've never once found here, except when American friends are in town. Next time I'm on the other side of the pond, I'm gonna have to CWE as much hydro as I can lay my hands on: never got to do more than 30mgs or so, and the ex-girlfriend who had the script (doctor shopping, she didn't need 'em and was generous with them, but 2 Vics was a major high for her, and she would have freaked if I'd performed a CWE: though daily beer for breakfast on her part was normal. Yeesh, exes. Why can't they just go found a colony in someone else's head?).
Mostly we only get MScontins and dhc here, and while high-dose dhc is fun after a tolerance vacation if potentiated, (not a bad bar/club drug, for me, when friends are doing X and coke), morph gets boring. As I don't shoot or plug, it's expensive to get a real buzz off of, and a hassle to evade the time-release. It also makes me hungry and constipates worse than any other substance, so though it's the easiest strong opiate for me to find, I think I'm done with the stuff, recreationally (though oramorph - instant release linctus - is a different story: 100 mls/200mgs with Sprite & ice is quite a buzzy little cocktail, especially chased with promethazine). I wouldn't touch the H here - only used twice in the past ten years: back in '05, it was cheap and decent, as good as an average East Coast stamp or any tar I had in the Ca, Bay Area - but things have changed. Last year, I had a four-day binge with a rock'n'brown crowd, the bags were smaller, and quality so much lower than in the past that I could honestly have got higher off of OTC (here) codeine linctus (600mgs a bottle) or a CWE with potentiators than a couple of (smoked) bags. And I swear the rock was MPDV or something like it laced with lidocaine or synthocaine: too speedy and long-lasting to be genuine coca, and some pretty random sex resulted. The street market here is a joke now, and I won't touch any non-pharm any more, mostly for fear of RC adulterants, other than MDXX/MDA from one trusted source, with a couple of old friends or a lover, not that I have one at the moment - and, of course, herb.
Afternoon snack: another 60mgs of Oxy, oral, + 20 mgs insufflated.
1 Joint of Moroccan dark hash - damn, I love the stuff. The weed round here's mostly overpriced, high-THC skunk strains that are too trippy for my tastes, these days, and I far prefer the chilled, calming feel of North African/Pakistani or Indian resin. Except, that is, on the infrequent occasions when oldtime strains - Jamaican, Colombian, and above all, Thai, are in circulation. Sadly my one source of Thai - good guy, never bullshitted, always threw in an extra gram or so - is now a prisoner of the Godforsaken mindless 'War on Drugs.' Nice one, British 'Justice'. At least, over here, he's only looking at a few years, but I hate it when anyone gets imprisoned for non-violent drug charges, most of all weed, and this guy was as sweet as they come. And is now costing the taxpayer something in the region of $70,000 a year to keep behind bars. I'm almost forty years old, been getting high for 25 years, and I'm still shocked by the brutal idiocy of prohibition, from empowering La Familia to idiotic dime bag busts and taking out a guy who sold milld Thai weed cheap to a few friends.
Back on topic: Got some higher grade Pollen for the next J or six, and some xanax to bring the day to a quiet end when the time comes (favourite benzo to end an opiate high with).
Kinda wish I had a line or two of K to make things colourful, but I'm a total monster on the stuff: I've done up to 1.5 grams insufflated, never managed to hole, so I quit when the bladder syndrome stuff came out, and from what I hear it's not around much in this city at the moment, anyway (I recently left London, at least till the Olympics are over). MXE doesn't come anywhere close for me - a few lines feels like a microsniff of weak K, and the two occasions I took large doses (stupid doses, embarrassingly so) in an attempt to get to the K-zone, or at least a similar place, were hellish: limited hallucinations, no sense of aneasthesia, morbid paranoia, suicidal ideation, dysphoria & unpleasant stimulation followed by a horrific day after, vocal chords not functioning right, stumbling over words like a stroke victim and physically ravaged like I'd been stomped by 6 cranked-up Hell's Angels or stuck in an elevator with Dick Cheney and Theresa May (the right-wing British politician, not the porn star) for an hour...thank God I'm full of oxy, that just put a horrible image in my head. It took a handful of quasi-benzos (all I had) to sleep it off - like 20mgs of Etizolam, twice, to get a few hours' rest each time - and even then, it was another 48 hours or so till I felt relatively normal again. (Benzo tolerance is on the exteme side, and I don't find Etizolam to be as strong as the equivalency charts claim).
But it probably wasn't very smart to mix MXE with kratom and 4-MEO-PCP the second time...had a moment of clarity when I started into the latter, and flushed the remaining gram. Having done plenty of K and sampled PCP once, I felt - for me, at least - the RC analogues to be not just inferior, but a lot more toxic. I realised that I couldn't trust myself with dissociatives, friends found me creepy, even scary, on K - maybe because on high doses I started talking and singing prayers in Hebrew and Ladino - and although, having been hit with an aneasthetic pre-op dose of K before surgery as a kid, good racemic K felt like going home to vistas of dark beauty comparable to high-dose LSD in intensity and intellectual wonder, I found it disturbing that I actually scared people on the shit (they described me as 'demonic' on K: not that I did anything to anyone, but apparently gave off a very unnerving vibe). I've stayed away from dissociatives since, save for a little DXM to potentiate opiates, and I find grapefruit juice or cimetidine just as effective for those purposes. Speed, booze, and K are the drugs I just can't take except in very occasional low doses - or the dark side all comes bubbling out. Low-dose pharm speed and white wine I can consume moderately, with effort: K I have no control over after the first line. And I've never managed to hole, not even when more regular and experienced users were collapsing from a few lines of the same batch: I'd do in excess of a gram, in the aftermath of MDXX or MDA, and K stimulated me into visionary sleeplessness. Those were dark and lovely visions, sweet like a furtive, fatal fuck with a mystery angel. I miss 'em...but there's no going back.
So...I think it's time for some more of that lovely oxy powder, a fat joint of mixed hash, and a slow fold into warm foetal bliss. Other than a (temporarily suspended) benzo taper, I've been pretty clean in 2012 to date (can't even drink much since I started getting migraines), so occasional indulgence allows me to really appreciate an opiate high in its fullness. My stim and booze days are in the past: the synergy of oxy, benzos and hashish makes me a very happy man indeed. And a long-winded prattling idiot, so I always use alone, with naloxone at hand, just in case.
Sorry for the long post - I'm junked out of my head, and am just feeling the switch from Oxy stimulation to sedation. Again, I'm physically pretty big and a life-long user, so my doses reflect metabolic and autobiographical realities that are as unique as everyone else's: don't follow my example. Like the Dead said, 'May be going to hell in a bucket baby, but at least I'm enjoying the ride.' Some days: and this was one of them. Thanks if you read all of this addled gibberish - I love this thread when I take my little solitary vacations. No anti-histamine potentiators, gf juice or the like today - but I have taken a few ibuprofen/codeine (200mgs/15mgs), as high dose oxy otherwise gives me headaches.
And I will shut up now.
Have fun, be safe, and don't slap cats. They're only human. So sayeth the wasted.
...from the land of Nod, where we have no deity but thebaine-derived rushing numbness of oblivion. A foolish way to live, but then, this a foolish planet.
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