Kaden_Nite
Bluelight Crew
Some background:
Day one:
Sunday. I had acquired the gram around midday. I ate roughly 25-30mg, what seemed a small amount, and got on my bike. I must have been moving quite quickly because the next thing I knew, I was nearing my house. Korn's Got The Life came on in my earphones, a song I have always been quite indifferent to. That first snare drum hit me like lightning. A rush of very nice euphoria.
I kept busy until the early hours of the morning. Typical stimulant effects really, not necessarily relaxing, but easy going considering its' potency and longevity.
The working week:
I got a considerable amount of work done that week and actually found it quite enjoyable. I could sit down and take a break, then get back up and get into it again.
This is a quality that meth does not seem to have for me.
The festival. Saturday, 2nd half gram:
My one and only attempt to snort this stuff had been hampered by the unpredictable flimsiness of my state's increasingly rustic railway system.
I sniffed a small bump of the crystal just in time for the train to suddenly jolt to the right, sending the razor sharp point of a carefully rolled banknote straight into my inner-septum.
The train pulled into my destination and I walked with a newly acquired spring in my step, past a number of uniformed authoritarians directing the flood of people towards the race course where the festival was being held.
I realised that I was bleeding a little bit from my nose and found a restroom to get myself together. I hadn't slept the previous night, but felt good. My head was clear, the bass from the nearby festival was sounding incredibly inviting.
I met up with some friends and we spent the day partying in the rain. Everybody was covered in mud. Girls were dancing in their underwear.
By nightfall, a recently purchased camera in my pocket was inoperable. It seemed that the only thing in the festival grounds which had been kept dry was the drugs. I ate a good amount of the 4-MAR as we headed to the mainstage to catch The Prodigy's set.
I remember dancing and enjoying the music greatly, but couldn't stop focusing in great detail on my surroundings and those dancing around me. An hour passed in what seemed like minutes. I don't remember much about the set that I had been waiting all day to see, except when the sky opened up and started pouring just as the bass dropped to the song 'Thunder'.
As nice as the music sounds on this stuff, it seems that it becomes more like a background soundtrack to whatever else I am doing, rather than the immersive experience that I tend to experience listening to and watching live music on acid or MDMA.
I headed back home on the train chatting with some girls I'd met earlier in the day. We ended up hanging out by the beach smoking weed for the rest of the night.
By the time I got home, just before sunrise, my vision was blurring and lights were running together like water paint.
It was evident that I needed sleep.
One last thing:
I finished the rest over the next few days, but I think I'd had my fun.
I didn't really experience any hangover effects, but like every other common stimulant, it is moreish and probably quite deceptive as in; friendly at first, but it gets to a point where enough is enough.
I'm glad that I had the experience, but also glad I couldn't get more.. on reflection anyway
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_4methylaminorex
substancecode_4mar
substancecode_stimulants
explevel_experienced
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
roacode_oral
Day one:
Sunday. I had acquired the gram around midday. I ate roughly 25-30mg, what seemed a small amount, and got on my bike. I must have been moving quite quickly because the next thing I knew, I was nearing my house. Korn's Got The Life came on in my earphones, a song I have always been quite indifferent to. That first snare drum hit me like lightning. A rush of very nice euphoria.
I kept busy until the early hours of the morning. Typical stimulant effects really, not necessarily relaxing, but easy going considering its' potency and longevity.
The working week:
I got a considerable amount of work done that week and actually found it quite enjoyable. I could sit down and take a break, then get back up and get into it again.
This is a quality that meth does not seem to have for me.
The festival. Saturday, 2nd half gram:
My one and only attempt to snort this stuff had been hampered by the unpredictable flimsiness of my state's increasingly rustic railway system.
I sniffed a small bump of the crystal just in time for the train to suddenly jolt to the right, sending the razor sharp point of a carefully rolled banknote straight into my inner-septum.
The train pulled into my destination and I walked with a newly acquired spring in my step, past a number of uniformed authoritarians directing the flood of people towards the race course where the festival was being held.
I realised that I was bleeding a little bit from my nose and found a restroom to get myself together. I hadn't slept the previous night, but felt good. My head was clear, the bass from the nearby festival was sounding incredibly inviting.
I met up with some friends and we spent the day partying in the rain. Everybody was covered in mud. Girls were dancing in their underwear.
By nightfall, a recently purchased camera in my pocket was inoperable. It seemed that the only thing in the festival grounds which had been kept dry was the drugs. I ate a good amount of the 4-MAR as we headed to the mainstage to catch The Prodigy's set.
I remember dancing and enjoying the music greatly, but couldn't stop focusing in great detail on my surroundings and those dancing around me. An hour passed in what seemed like minutes. I don't remember much about the set that I had been waiting all day to see, except when the sky opened up and started pouring just as the bass dropped to the song 'Thunder'.
As nice as the music sounds on this stuff, it seems that it becomes more like a background soundtrack to whatever else I am doing, rather than the immersive experience that I tend to experience listening to and watching live music on acid or MDMA.
I headed back home on the train chatting with some girls I'd met earlier in the day. We ended up hanging out by the beach smoking weed for the rest of the night.
By the time I got home, just before sunrise, my vision was blurring and lights were running together like water paint.
It was evident that I needed sleep.
One last thing:
I finished the rest over the next few days, but I think I'd had my fun.
I didn't really experience any hangover effects, but like every other common stimulant, it is moreish and probably quite deceptive as in; friendly at first, but it gets to a point where enough is enough.
I'm glad that I had the experience, but also glad I couldn't get more.. on reflection anyway
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_4methylaminorex
substancecode_4mar
substancecode_stimulants
explevel_experienced
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
roacode_oral
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