Urbain
Bluelighter
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- Aug 1, 2008
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What’s up dudes, been a fair while. Found myself sitting on the crapper and Bluelight came into my head. What a lovely reminisce I had. So, not that I will ever be proud of these moments, but:
Dropped a bomb of MDPV thinking of was Mephedrone during one Fringe festival.
Spent the following 11 hours walking the streets, convinced that on every street I turned on, innocent people were following me.
Eventually made it back to my flat, where I cut the telephone cable, because I was sure people were listing to my mutterings.
I stood On my bed talking to the doctors hiding underneath it, begging them to just come out slowly and not scare me. I knew they were there and waiting to inject me once my guard was down.
Spent a good two hours standing under a running shower, in the belief someone was about to petrol bomb my flat.
Took apart my pc, nuts and bolts galore, because I’d convinced myself that the mouse lag was someone taking control of my computer and watching me through the monitor screen. (No webcam).
Towards the end of my episode, I called my brother at 4am to wake him up, whispering that people had bugged my flat because the knots in the doorway frame wood were never there before, so people had installed cameras.
That was the scariest night of my life. Thank god I’ve never ever put my self in such a position again.
Pretty sure I messaged Mailmonkey at the height of this experience to begin for inbox help.
Phew. Good old bath salts eh!
Dropped a bomb of MDPV thinking of was Mephedrone during one Fringe festival.
Spent the following 11 hours walking the streets, convinced that on every street I turned on, innocent people were following me.
Eventually made it back to my flat, where I cut the telephone cable, because I was sure people were listing to my mutterings.
I stood On my bed talking to the doctors hiding underneath it, begging them to just come out slowly and not scare me. I knew they were there and waiting to inject me once my guard was down.
Spent a good two hours standing under a running shower, in the belief someone was about to petrol bomb my flat.
Took apart my pc, nuts and bolts galore, because I’d convinced myself that the mouse lag was someone taking control of my computer and watching me through the monitor screen. (No webcam).
Towards the end of my episode, I called my brother at 4am to wake him up, whispering that people had bugged my flat because the knots in the doorway frame wood were never there before, so people had installed cameras.
That was the scariest night of my life. Thank god I’ve never ever put my self in such a position again.
Pretty sure I messaged Mailmonkey at the height of this experience to begin for inbox help.
Phew. Good old bath salts eh!