Notice: All references to drugs, including opiates, opioids, hypnotics, sedatives, muscle relaxants and phenethylamines, are fictional: this includes ownership, use, sale, purchase, and even licking. Yes, licking drugs because they're just so cute! Anyway, I don't do drugs and neither does anyone in this report.
I came into posession of 5 * 100mg of imaginary
Zomorph capsules. These contain morphine, wax and also gelatin, meaning that they require extra work if one wishes to inject them, otherwise a 'dirty-hit' is all that happens. Still, a dirty hit can be better than nothing sometimes...
I started off this day by putting all five of them into my pocket, 'cause I was already high from the mere 40mg of morphine and 500mg of codeine I'd consumed earlier, along with my daily 150+mg of diazepam (My tolerance isn't that high yet, thankfully, and I'm down to 100mg or less) and 10mg of clonazepam.
So, the day was the day. Despite the fact that I'd told Zoph that I couldn't meet her on Friday morning, she wouldn't have it...
You all know how women are, eh?
My desire to meet an honoured bluelighter, or maybe just a slutty bluelighter () seemed more important than a few hours of chemistry (I was wrong) and so I lit a cigarette, smoked it as the tranqs kicked in, giving me an actual nicotine buzz, and hopped onto a train to city X.
Note: 'They' couldn't think of a name when building that city, and simply named it 'X'.
Anyway, after a lot of confusion and myself doing a lot of wandering around in blistering heat and covering my body in sweat (I was wearing two layers of clothing under a leather biking jacket) and even more sweat, which could possibly have been frozen and then sculpted into two likenesses, to scale, of myself, we met up. We met up outside of a drug rehabilitation centre and a strip club. Excellent placement hmm?
I must say, I've been with some women in my time, but Zophy (Sophie) was amazing! Her thick black hair, her voluptuous breasts, her crooked yellow smile and her vulgar language, along with her hairy arms and legs turned me on the most...
We ended up at a slightly classy (read: complete hole) 'bar'. Yes, a bar, not a pub. Weird ey? Well, what's weirder was my drinking an orange juice/B]. See? I'm no longer an alcoholic!
Mostly we just had some chit-chat about drugs, loud enough for some people nearby to listen and either feel interested or disgusted. Either way their feelings ended in 'ted'.
I was encouraged to take a few photographs of some young woman (I'm a professional photographer, freelance, oh, and of course a pervert), most likely a student or something, as she walked past and we chatted for a while (it was nice to get away from Soph. 'cause she was getting very flirtatious with me and I wasn't feeling the same)
Anyway, to conclude, the whole experience with Zophen was great and she's a wonderful gal that I'd love to meet up with again, as long as she shaves her beard... but despite that, she is beautiful and I now have 130 womens' numbers on my mobile phone (err, yay?), and I LIKE numbers, the way I like my WOMEN! (round).
To get a closer insight into what went on that day, I chewed one of the Zomorph capsules after sitting outside in the sun, but also partially in shade with Zophen chatting about Bluelight, his life, my life, clowns, bird watching, and various BL members that we love so much, such as StellaBlue75 (we're now locked into a fierce battle, fighting over her heart - not literally her heart, to be clear) and also Banksy's decision to step down from moderation in TDS, even though he seems like such an int'resting character, with the way he just pops into threads and posts a poem, or quote, or some sage, whimsical wisdom regarding the topic at hand.
We also talked about how drugs have effected our lives, and also the fact that I have an addictive personality and should take care when it comes to drugs. In fact, I don't think I'd like to use needles anymore, unless I had something that I could purify with a relatively large amount of accuracy, because I love my veins and would rather not have certain particles and molecules of pill matter sticking in my lungs and etc...
I'd never abuse the likes of MDMA. And actually, we chatted about my first experiences with MDxyz, and Zophen told me that I'd actually experienced MDA rather than MDMA, which I'd originally thought. Either way, those pills were amazing.
After I'd finished my orange juice, Zoph had finished a gallon or so of cheap lager, we parted ways and I headed to a shop to buy some Rowntrees fruit pastilles both because I am in love with them, and also because I wanted to stick them inside of my mouth to get the crunched up bits of waxy morphine stuck to them, so I could get it all down my throat.
I enjoyed a very interesting evening, where, after crushing the four remaining capsules of 100mg Zomorph and following a procedure to remove both the wax and other nasties, to leave relatively pure morphine (sulphate obviously), I decided to IV some of the solution, but kept the rest for oral use, because really, I didn't feel like having pin-pricks all over my arms and damaged veins that're hard to hit, which has already begun with the most used vein; two large ante-cubitals on both inner elbows, despite the actual fact that they look massive...
The rest of the weekend, I consumed the morphine solution in the mornings and evenings, and had a rather drowsy, euphoric, but enjoyable weekend.
Yes, in future unless something is really worth injecting, I'm not going to do it. I'm slowly learning this lesson. But in the end, Zophen was an interesting person that I'd love to meet again, and I doubt he'd like to meet me again 'cause, well, I gave her the crabs. But still... I'd love to meet more BL'ers.
Zophen, I love you! You're certainly not bad for a human. It was great to meet you mate, and it'd be good to meet you again. Whether you'd like to, that's your choice. Who knows? Perhaps we could become a crime-fighting team who occasionally use tryptamines to learn the future. That'd make a great show!
Anyway, that's my trip-report, and if you didn't read it all, then I've already sent the drones after you...
-J. J. Smith.
I came into posession of 5 * 100mg of imaginary
Zomorph capsules. These contain morphine, wax and also gelatin, meaning that they require extra work if one wishes to inject them, otherwise a 'dirty-hit' is all that happens. Still, a dirty hit can be better than nothing sometimes...I started off this day by putting all five of them into my pocket, 'cause I was already high from the mere 40mg of morphine and 500mg of codeine I'd consumed earlier, along with my daily 150+mg of diazepam (My tolerance isn't that high yet, thankfully, and I'm down to 100mg or less) and 10mg of clonazepam.
So, the day was the day. Despite the fact that I'd told Zoph that I couldn't meet her on Friday morning, she wouldn't have it...
You all know how women are, eh?
My desire to meet an honoured bluelighter, or maybe just a slutty bluelighter (
) seemed more important than a few hours of chemistry (I was wrong) and so I lit a cigarette, smoked it as the tranqs kicked in, giving me an actual nicotine buzz, and hopped onto a train to city X.Note: 'They' couldn't think of a name when building that city, and simply named it 'X'.
Anyway, after a lot of confusion and myself doing a lot of wandering around in blistering heat and covering my body in sweat (I was wearing two layers of clothing under a leather biking jacket) and even more sweat, which could possibly have been frozen and then sculpted into two likenesses, to scale, of myself, we met up. We met up outside of a drug rehabilitation centre and a strip club. Excellent placement hmm?
I must say, I've been with some women in my time, but Zophy (Sophie) was amazing! Her thick black hair, her voluptuous breasts, her crooked yellow smile and her vulgar language, along with her hairy arms and legs turned me on the most...
We ended up at a slightly classy (read: complete hole) 'bar'. Yes, a bar, not a pub. Weird ey? Well, what's weirder was my drinking an orange juice/B]. See? I'm no longer an alcoholic!
Mostly we just had some chit-chat about drugs, loud enough for some people nearby to listen and either feel interested or disgusted. Either way their feelings ended in 'ted'.
I was encouraged to take a few photographs of some young woman (I'm a professional photographer, freelance, oh, and of course a pervert), most likely a student or something, as she walked past and we chatted for a while (it was nice to get away from Soph. 'cause she was getting very flirtatious with me and I wasn't feeling the same)
Anyway, to conclude, the whole experience with Zophen was great and she's a wonderful gal that I'd love to meet up with again, as long as she shaves her beard... but despite that, she is beautiful and I now have 130 womens' numbers on my mobile phone (err, yay?), and I LIKE numbers, the way I like my WOMEN! (round).
To get a closer insight into what went on that day, I chewed one of the Zomorph capsules after sitting outside in the sun, but also partially in shade with Zophen chatting about Bluelight, his life, my life, clowns, bird watching, and various BL members that we love so much, such as StellaBlue75 (we're now locked into a fierce battle, fighting over her heart - not literally her heart, to be clear) and also Banksy's decision to step down from moderation in TDS, even though he seems like such an int'resting character, with the way he just pops into threads and posts a poem, or quote, or some sage, whimsical wisdom regarding the topic at hand.
We also talked about how drugs have effected our lives, and also the fact that I have an addictive personality and should take care when it comes to drugs. In fact, I don't think I'd like to use needles anymore, unless I had something that I could purify with a relatively large amount of accuracy, because I love my veins and would rather not have certain particles and molecules of pill matter sticking in my lungs and etc...
I'd never abuse the likes of MDMA. And actually, we chatted about my first experiences with MDxyz, and Zophen told me that I'd actually experienced MDA rather than MDMA, which I'd originally thought. Either way, those pills were amazing.
After I'd finished my orange juice, Zoph had finished a gallon or so of cheap lager, we parted ways and I headed to a shop to buy some Rowntrees fruit pastilles both because I am in love with them, and also because I wanted to stick them inside of my mouth to get the crunched up bits of waxy morphine stuck to them, so I could get it all down my throat.
I enjoyed a very interesting evening, where, after crushing the four remaining capsules of 100mg Zomorph and following a procedure to remove both the wax and other nasties, to leave relatively pure morphine (sulphate obviously), I decided to IV some of the solution, but kept the rest for oral use, because really, I didn't feel like having pin-pricks all over my arms and damaged veins that're hard to hit, which has already begun with the most used vein; two large ante-cubitals on both inner elbows, despite the actual fact that they look massive...
The rest of the weekend, I consumed the morphine solution in the mornings and evenings, and had a rather drowsy, euphoric, but enjoyable weekend.
Yes, in future unless something is really worth injecting, I'm not going to do it. I'm slowly learning this lesson. But in the end, Zophen was an interesting person that I'd love to meet again, and I doubt he'd like to meet me again 'cause, well, I gave her the crabs. But still... I'd love to meet more BL'ers.
Zophen, I love you! You're certainly not bad for a human. It was great to meet you mate, and it'd be good to meet you again. Whether you'd like to, that's your choice. Who knows? Perhaps we could become a crime-fighting team who occasionally use tryptamines to learn the future. That'd make a great show!
Anyway, that's my trip-report, and if you didn't read it all, then I've already sent the drones after you...
-J. J. Smith.
