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This threads pretty easy kids. Do what the title says.

Disclaimer: One-word answerers beware. I dont wanna see no posts in here unless you can spit out more than a sentence or two. Really imagine that shit and get into it and bring us the best description you can come up with. Im sure all yall have thought about this before, so even if you aint a good writer at all dont worry just say what you feel. Dont be a fool dont be shy get up in here and put a lil thought and creativity into it.

Describe:

What drug would you be on?

What way of use? (IV, sniffed, smoked, swallowed, *shudder* plugged, you get the idea)

What setting? (Are you in a car, house, park, beach, what city, what state, etc)

Whats goin on around you? (People talkin? Tv on? Off? Alone? with friends?)

Whats the weather, what season is it? (Warm, cold, sunny, rainin, snowed in, etc)

What sounds are in the air? (Dog barking, music playin, complete silence?

What time of day is it?

that should give all yall somethin to think about. Now do it. Go. Do it.

EDIT: I merged this thread with rangrz's thread asking about your ideal stimulant high....Just so nobodys confused here....Also, if you really dont feel like writing a whole assload of shit just tell us a little less, but its nice to see people post a TL;DR sometimes...;)
 
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Honey oil, THC.

Vape/bong.

Fallout shelter.

Playing vids.

Concrete walls + steel door = no outside

Rock music.

Middle of the night.
 
dude that was a form response. so uncreative :p

me... i would like a decent sized blunt to smoke while i trip on mescaline in a hammock out on a beach. not just any beach, a beach on the pacific ocean where i'm right by the grass on the sand lying under some nice palm trees, listening to the radio from my car nearby with nobody around and no cares or worries as i watch the sun set while it paints the sky a beautiful hue of purple
 
I kinda got this image in my head of what i imagine my apartment down there will look like once i can afford it, so this is jus my mental idea of what it might be like once I get back down there. I don know why but I always think of it as a top floor apartment in a 3 family house or somethin like that, lookin out over the other buildings nearby and a nice view of the whole block. I sure as shit cant play out this fantasy here where Im at now anyways.

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Anyways, I always imagine it like this. Its the middle of june in Paterson NJ and a heatwaves washin over the whole lovely state of Dirty Jerz. Its early in the morning, 7 or 8, but its already on its way to bein a urban inferno outside, the heat and humidity hanging over the whole city. It dont matter.

I wake up early and roll over reaching for my table next to my bed. I light up a newport while i get out my set , spoon, and a bundle i grabbed the night before and get it all ready. I turn for a minute to the ashtray , take one last puff, and put out my stoge. i aint in no rush, i break out the bags and shake some out, enjoying every second of anticipation. I fix up a shot and draw it up. Ball my hand up into a fist and squeeze a couple times, the veins barely need it but I tie off and watch the blue rope bulgeing out of my inner arm beg for it. Stick that bitch. Bam, its in......1, 2 , 3 and a little push and Im falling backwards onto the blankets with a smile on my face, cant even hold up my head, drowning in the thick air and melting onto the bed.

After a second just laying in bliss I grab my cigs again to have that sweet sweet after shot smoke. Its beautiful. I watch the smoke swirl up above my head and disappear into the air as the string for the blinds rhythmically clicks against the windowsill, swinging in the light breeze from the fan across the room. I sit up to look out my open window thats lettin the warm air lazily swish in and out.

On the block the days beginning. I can already hear it startin up out there, those heat bugs gettin their little buzz-saw legs all ready to play the day away. A couple early d-boys posted up on the corner just chillin as they get ready for their morning grind. cars cruise by, kids yell next door, somewhere down the block a fence clanks against a pole while a jumpy dog barks but it all seems so serene. Right in front of the house there is already rippling shadows on the sidewalk from the heat that radiates up off the concrete. I lean against the window frame , staring thru the metal grate over the screen at the world below me coming to life. I lay back down and sigh while I let myself wash away, I feel like the sand on the beach while the waves slowly absorb it back into the sea. Later on ill take a walk down the block and cop some bud, twist up a L, hit the laundromat, maybe get my hair done , chill with my girls, whatever. But right now? Its infinity, aint nothin but this right here right now, eternal and timeless. I let my eyelids hang low over my eyes and fade in and out and lay perfectly still as long as i can, letting time stop in my little cocoon of nothing matters. totally alone and unafraid, nowhere to be, no one to see, no worries, drifting off just me and the soft whir of the fan blades circulating the hot summer air.

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Whoa, didnt mean to turn it inta english class up in here but i realized damn, I ive really thought about this one right. Iunno. Its kinda the spot i go to in my head when shit gets rough so its imagined down to the last detail.

Anyways.....Now that Im lookin like a damn fool for gettin all into it,

9mm, shame on yo hippie ass. I like ya d00d. But if you come in here, dont be shy, use some of that creativity we all know ya for to brighten up our forum. I know you aint a form letter kinda guy, so have some fun wit it, you Debbie Downer you! ;)
 
lacey k said:
This threads pretty easy kids. Do what the title says.

Disclaimer: One-word answerers beware. I dont wanna see no posts in here unless you can spit out more than a sentence or two. Really imagine that shit and get into it and bring us the best description you can come up with. Im sure all yall have thought about this before, so even if you aint a good writer at all dont worry just say what you feel. Dont be a fool dont be shy get up in here and put a lil thought and creativity into it.

Describe:

What drug would you be on?

What way of use? (IV, sniffed, smoked, swallowed, *shudder* plugged, you get the idea)

What setting? (Are you in a car, house, park, beach, what city, what state, etc)

Whats goin on around you? (People talkin? Tv on? Off? Alone? with friends?)

Whats the weather, what season is it? (Warm, cold, sunny, rainin, snowed in, etc)

What sounds are in the air? (Dog barking, music playin, complete silence?

What time of day is it?

that should give all yall somethin to think about. Now do it. Go. Do it.
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My ultimate high is to be on that perfect amount of oxycodone, a small dose of klonopin, and some good pot to finish off the night. To start the night off, I'd pop about 2mg of klonopin and wait for it to kick in. I feel the warm fuzzy waves in my brain and a calmness take over my body. All worries seem to fade and anxiety is kicked to the curb. My vision turns a tad blurred, but there isn't a care in the world. Once the klonopin has hit it's peak, it's time to rail an 80mg oxy. Get out my grinder, lick the coating off my little green pill, grind that baby down and put her into two fat lines. I take out my half cut bic pen tube and begin to snort away. Instantly I can feel happiness and a slight mood elevation. My nose is somewhat clogged, but it's a good feeling. The drip comes on, so I go to drab a drink. I sit back and enjoy my lovely high.

While laying down in the living, watching a movie with my girlfriend who has taken the same amount as me, we cuddle together and begin to kiss. I look up at the clock to notice it's 11:11pm. We make a wish while holding each other in the warm bliss of opiates, benzos, our sweet embrace, and the warm soft blanket we are under. The outside air seems so cold, yet under our blanket, everything is perfect while we hold each other. I feel her soft lips caress mine, while we rub our bodies together. The sound of the movie is blurred, all I can hear is our heart's beat and each of us breathe slowly next to each other's face. She begins to rub me, as I rub her, in that special spot she loves. I kiss her neck, then her shoulders, then nibble on her nipples. She is rubbing my chest and my back, I can feel her soft hair whisp over my naked skin, it feels heavenly.

We begin to make love, nothing is better than sex on opiates. We kiss passionately, we rub each other's bare skin. She whispers in my ear "I love you", to which I reply the same. She tells me how wonderful everything feels and how perfect we are for each other. Both of us begin to near orgasm, things start getting hot and heavy. Be both climax at the same time, ahhh... sweet bliss and heaven.

She lays next to me and puts her head on my chest. Everything is silent, just perfect. I grab a joint I have placed on the coffee table next to the couch. I light it up, we both smoke on it. It tastes so sweet, it smells so pungent. We both look deeply into each others eyes and fall in love all over again.
The high is amazing, the warmness and happiness from the klonopin, oxycontin, and pot synergizes with each other perfectly.
We hold each other and fall into a deep slumber. It feels like we're on cloud nine...
I wake up to see her beautiful face next to mine the next morning. Nothing could make me unhappy after having such a perfect night like that, correct?
Wrong. You see, I am a opiate addict and so is she. We both wake up sweating, in withdrawl. We look at each other and realise we have no money to go cop... so the cycle starts again.

Hopefully we can recreate that feeling the next night, but our lives are always spent chasing that high that can never be found again...
 
Indeed yo!! Thank you for takin the time to write us somethin to read! *Points at Natural* Thats the kinda shit i wanna see in here kids! now go do your homework.

I know the feeling you are talkin about. Yea all too well my friend.
 
My perfect high stats off in a Louisiana cow field, me and a couple of friends on the hunt for some red devils. The warm summer night is muggy; a thick haze lazily floats just above the ground. The damp air sticks to your skin soaking your cloths. We search through the grass lights held low, collecting our shrooms while trying to be careful to not wake the farm house or come across a bull.

Back at the homestead we stew up the shrooms; a little over a pounds worth. We strain out the solids and mix the foul brew with some purple cool aid and perhaps a pound more worth of sugar. Whoever tells you that shroom tea is good has not drunk shrooms. Go with the cool aid.

We go sit under a large Oak while awaiting our ride.

The Shamans had it rite you know. There is another dimension separate and yet the same as our own. Split up a pound plus of shrooms between three people and you too will know. Word of warning: we all thought we were going to die that night when the trip first took us.

I wish I could truly describe the trip, but I do not have the skill to put it into words. I will say this though the trip begins as I look through a dusty window in the neighbor’s yard. A little yellow light is growing stronger, a light on a clock perhaps, I don’t know. As I try to figure out just what it is it grows larger and brighter sprouting butterfly wings as it does so. The wings wrap themselves around me and my entire field of vision turns into a mosaic of flags intertwined and continually moving, changing shapes, forming new words and sounds I cannot describe. This goes on for countless ages until I somehow brake free to find my friends still sitting next to me. I turn to ask my cuz how he is doing. But I am not able to speak nor would it do any good as his flesh is melting from his skull dropping off in chunks. Sometime later I have to go to the bathroom so I float above the ground to the corner of the yard as the grass, green and venomous swirls beneath me. Lashing out at me trying to claim me as it’s own.

Any way the night goes on much like this for the next 6 hours and as we depart this other dimension, slowly coming back to this reality we all share. We toke on some bud and bask in the afterglow of our journey. Feeling new in a new world, our old skin shed.
 
Sitting Around the table, all with some form of intoxicating drink in our hand and cigs. Everybody is talking and laughing loudly, having a good time. Take a few puffs from the pipe(meth) and feel my brain awake with electric, pulsing euphoria racing around my body.

Instantly there's a million things I want to say to everyone at once, but everyone else is the same, so ensures some interesting conversation.

As everyone gets tired and psychosis wares in we snort oc's, eat xanax & valium and smoke buds to calm down. Some people play games, some just nod out, some sleep. I sit outside with good mates in the fresh, cool morning air, smoking bongs and nodding out in mid-conversation, but it doesnt matter because everyone else is too ;p

Later we sleep and wake up feeling pretty good thanks to the benzo's and opes.

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Havent had the chance to do this and not sure if I ever will again, unfortunately. This combo is like ultimate euphoria but pretty damn bad for you so it aint recommended.
 
What drug would you be on?
Some really good/visual mushrooms

What way of use? (IV, sniffed, smoked, swallowed, *shudder* plugged, you get the idea)
IV...wtf. Swallowed of course and I don't care how cuz i don't mind the taste.

What setting? (Are you in a car, house, park, beach, what city, what state, etc)
I'm at my apartment with chill/spiritual music playing (Morcheeba, Bob Marley, Matisyahu, etc). The televesion is definitely off and I am doing a little meditation/maybe Yoga.

Whats goin on around you? (People talkin? Tv on? Off? Alone? with friends?)
My dream girl would have downed the shrooms at the same time, and while we are individually enjoying the come-up, we are still extremely connected on so many levels. Again NO tv, only peaceful-ish, chill, low-key music, or Buddhist Podcasts playing.



Whats the weather, what season is it? (Warm, cold, sunny, rainin, snowed in, etc) The weather doesn't matter that much because we'll most likely stay inside.

What sounds are in the air? (Dog barking, music playin, complete silence?
Music is playing and she is giggling at her experiences.

What time of day is it?
6-7pm-ish

Hopefully this will all become a reality next weekend.
 
come now.... I know some of you other BLighters out there must have some good stories regarding your perfect high.
 
your ideal stimulant expierence...

So, over the years of having doing stims, I've come up with my own sort of plan/routine that ensures I have the most positive parts with the least bad parts, like come downs and paranoia and such.

heres how mine goes.

first of all, I find that if I try to stop too soon or too late, its bad. Too soon, and it feels, uncompleted and leaves me wanting more, and just not right, akin to aborting a pyschedelic trip. I'll do it if HAVE to, but otherwise, I perfer not.

My ideal time range is 2-4 days of use. I think that time range leaves my body and mind tired enough that coming down isnt so bad. Going longer for me becomes too tweaky and fiendy and chasing a high, rather then being high.

I find it important to take rest during the perioid. Laying down, or just chilling out for a few hours, without coming down, to rest the body and mind.

So after I've enjoyed my weekend of partying, its time to come down right?

Dont amps and DARI's have horrible comedowns?

Not for me, if make sure of the following. That I had enough drug to stay high the entire time, upto the time I come home. I want to come home still fucking high as a kite. This avoids having to come down somewhere unpleasant. If I can, I perfer an hour or two of walking and talking to my friend, or walking and listening to music. But its not essential.

When I get home, I wait for the first twinges of a come down to come on. For me, its neasua and the chills/feeling cold.

At this point, I take a GABAgenic depressant (benzo's, barbs, Z-drugs, any will do) and a neuroleptic like seroquel or compazine.

Then I usually jump on the computer and MSN to a select few people who I enjoy talking to, and/or post on BL, ect.

if no one on MSN, I take a hot bath and listen to some music. The benzo's at this point have insulated me from most of the come down. I keep doing this until the neroleptics have overpowered the stimulant or the comedown, and I jump into bed. I usually take a few supplements like tryosine, magnesium, and a general multivitamine first.

Then I just fall asleep, and I wake up more or less normal...just a little subpar, but nothing unpleasant, just lazy feeling.

so long as I stick to this, I never ever getting crushing hellish, depressing come down. Its always just a fun weekend with nearly no side effects....just the few minutes where I feel cold and neasuated as my come down cocktail kicks in.


does anyone else have a ritual or plan that they use for their stim abuse sessions? I'd like to hear em.
 
Lets play out a couple different scenarios...

swallow/snort/slam a quarter gram shard 2 hours prior to attending pong-a-thon. i am unbeatable normally at beer pong, but when i'm twacked out i never miss. i mean, like out of 20 shots, i'll miss 2, at the most, when i'm high. i'm also exteremely gregarious and funny, i'll crack jokes and flirt shamelessly the whole night. Singing, telling war stories, bragging about sexual conquests, and taunting/ shit talking pong opponent are also prevalent. after i get sick of winning/get drunk enough to level out meth buzz/ get complaints i'm no fun to play, proceed to show off dance moves ( i can grind or breakdance something mean when i'm soaring, either one usually means pussy ).

find hot girl, kiss her, take her to secluded area, fuck her brains out. this usually takes awhile to finish on both of these substances, but i can usually git-r-done around 2 hours. shes usually more than satisfied by then, so it all works out.

keep drinking and pop a bunch of xanax. try to sleep. damnit i can't sleep, but i'm really drunk now. time to chill out and smoke some herb. If i haven't already, i'll challenge random people to rap battles. play some mean instrumentals on youtube and bust some flows. I can flow forever when i'm spun/leveld out on xanax and booze.

most people are pretty hammered or passed out by now, and those that remain tire of my witty and condescending banter. Exit stage left.
OR....


wait, what stimulant experience could be better than that?
 
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Footloose said:
Lets play out a couple different scenarios...

swallow/snort/slam a quarter gram shard 2 hours prior to attending pong-a-thon. i am unbeatable normally at beer pong, but when i'm twacked out i never miss. i mean, like out of 20 shots, i'll miss 2, at the most, when i'm high. i'm also exteremely gregarious and funny, i'll crack jokes and flirt shamelessly the whole night. Singing, telling war stories, bragging about sexual conquests, and taunting/ shit talking pong opponent are also prevalent. after i get sick of winning/get drunk enough to level out meth buzz/ get complaints i'm no fun to play, proceed to show off dance moves ( i can grind or breakdance something mean when i'm soaring, either one usually means pussy ).

find hot girl, kiss her, take her to secluded area, fuck her brains out. this usually takes awhile to finish on both of these substances, but i can usually git-r-done around 2 hours. shes usually more than satisfied by then, so it all works out.

keep drinking and pop a bunch of xanax. try to sleep. damnit i can't sleep, but i'm really drunk now. time to chill out and smoke some herb. If i haven't already, i'll challenge random people to rap battles. play some mean instrumentals on youtube and bust some flows. I can flow forever when i'm spun/leveld out on xanax and booze.

most people are pretty hammered or passed out by now, and those that remain tire of my witty and condescending banter. Exit stage left.
OR....


wait, what stimulant experience could be better than that?
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you sound like a redneck douche bag
 
^ coming from somebody from nebraska. LOL.

Yup, someone from southern california is a red neck douche bag.

Instead of hating, how about contributing your intelligent thoughts on your ideal stimulant experience psi-limp-dick?
 
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hey, Ima merge this thread with the idea drug experience thread. We got a thread asking to describe your ideal routine.tirual/etc to prepare/use your DOC, so there aint no need for a seperate one just about stimulants. to the merge mobile batman
 
I would plug an eighth of weed in the back of the car as my mum drive me to the shops to get some sweets.
The radio would be playing backstreet boys 'as long as you love me'.
People are stood on the pavement, looking in the window of the car as I spill poo covered marijuana down the back of the seat, before scraping it out again attempting to stuff it up my ass for the second time.
Its a hot sunny day and a dog is barking ferociously.
 
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