Sir Ron Pib
Bluelighter
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- Dec 13, 2012
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DOM (“STP”) – “Battleship”
6.55am Open the sealed shot glass in my bedside containing an aqueous solution of 4mg 2,5-Dimethoxy-4-methylamphetamine; very little taste – not unpleasant – turn over for another hours kip.
Something upon waking, and then 2 hours in there’s definite visual movement and the sense of something deep shifting – I’m washing up, day dreaming, having had the day’s first bong, and my mind starts moving very strikingly from reverie to the sensual as my hands gloop around in the strange medium of the water – I wasn’t expecting such sensuality somehow. The murky water seems such a strange grey, set against the floating green of lettuce fragments. Each sud in the water reflects a dark centre like frogspawn…I start to drift into a world of pure black dots…
There’s been a dry frazzle in the front of my head that comes and goes a bit – I can’t tell if I’m going to have a headache so take some tablets, but this frazzle goes on most of the trip
We pop out for provisions, I sit outside the shop; everything’s acutely acoustic; I close my eyes and my ego immediately starts to diffuse into this sensory plane.
10 o’clock – Back. Feels like thunder beneath the surface though I’m calm enough. As it's building things seem to sway in a very physical manner, at points like the earth was shifting beneath my feet.
From then every hour or so another wave starts building; visuals aren’t prominent or particularly compelling, with a sort VR/derealisation effect, slight confusion and inclination to hallucinate; a bleeding finger, a cat and latterly a musketeer type figure in the periphery.
At points I felt good enough, others not so, with overall neutrality as with 2C-E and lots of points of malaise in the body
Early afternoon I’m thinking I’m starting to come down maybe? (as you do)– I’m confused - so the main activity would be from 3-5ish hours? – that can’t be correct – I write “am I fooled?” just as another hard rush starts. I am light but there’s a rising tremble. This is the STP body twang – what someone described as a hit funny bone all over - I rapidly flick between a rising sense of bliss and a crunching heavy load of body tension; if I can just ride it I can see a land of wonder looming…then back to profound discomfort – my heart feels like a bolted mare. Racing sensations slash through me. It’s all flying past. I can see how panic could build and just calm calm, calm myself and begin to re-centre. I’m very grateful when it starts to abate – God if a larger dose pushed you into that for hour after hour you wouldn’t stand a chance unless you went into some sort of fugue or went manic
When I’m more collected we take the dogs on a quest for the cough remedy I have brand loyalty too; Outside the body feel is more manageable - My girlfriend looks round the pathetic market whilst I nose around child like at the empty back of the market, the bins and traders equipment.
There’s a small park adjoining with a Eucalyptus. We find an oddly secluded triangle of grass and sit back and watch the clouds (thinking of quote from Phikal)
Home – surprise, surprise, it’s hard to relax with the clanging reverberation going through me; there is slight similarity with the bleak bit coming down on 2C-E (though clearer headed) but there’s such physicality. There’s nothing going wrong in my body as such, it’s just this pressure is everything; it’s like having a battleship running through the blood. Apart from that I’m about through with this.
About 8 ½ hours in I swallowed 120mg codeine and soon feel more comforted and frazzle stops
The evening goes ok – I consume a bit alcohol – dinner’s welcome.
All in all no more than OK; It’s just possible a higher dose would impress me more, but I’m more inclined to suspect a potential unedifying physical/mental nightmare ensuing; it’s hard stuff to trust and that people have survived overdose isn’t mega-comforting; there are better things
6.55am Open the sealed shot glass in my bedside containing an aqueous solution of 4mg 2,5-Dimethoxy-4-methylamphetamine; very little taste – not unpleasant – turn over for another hours kip.
Something upon waking, and then 2 hours in there’s definite visual movement and the sense of something deep shifting – I’m washing up, day dreaming, having had the day’s first bong, and my mind starts moving very strikingly from reverie to the sensual as my hands gloop around in the strange medium of the water – I wasn’t expecting such sensuality somehow. The murky water seems such a strange grey, set against the floating green of lettuce fragments. Each sud in the water reflects a dark centre like frogspawn…I start to drift into a world of pure black dots…
There’s been a dry frazzle in the front of my head that comes and goes a bit – I can’t tell if I’m going to have a headache so take some tablets, but this frazzle goes on most of the trip
We pop out for provisions, I sit outside the shop; everything’s acutely acoustic; I close my eyes and my ego immediately starts to diffuse into this sensory plane.
10 o’clock – Back. Feels like thunder beneath the surface though I’m calm enough. As it's building things seem to sway in a very physical manner, at points like the earth was shifting beneath my feet.
From then every hour or so another wave starts building; visuals aren’t prominent or particularly compelling, with a sort VR/derealisation effect, slight confusion and inclination to hallucinate; a bleeding finger, a cat and latterly a musketeer type figure in the periphery.
At points I felt good enough, others not so, with overall neutrality as with 2C-E and lots of points of malaise in the body
Early afternoon I’m thinking I’m starting to come down maybe? (as you do)– I’m confused - so the main activity would be from 3-5ish hours? – that can’t be correct – I write “am I fooled?” just as another hard rush starts. I am light but there’s a rising tremble. This is the STP body twang – what someone described as a hit funny bone all over - I rapidly flick between a rising sense of bliss and a crunching heavy load of body tension; if I can just ride it I can see a land of wonder looming…then back to profound discomfort – my heart feels like a bolted mare. Racing sensations slash through me. It’s all flying past. I can see how panic could build and just calm calm, calm myself and begin to re-centre. I’m very grateful when it starts to abate – God if a larger dose pushed you into that for hour after hour you wouldn’t stand a chance unless you went into some sort of fugue or went manic
When I’m more collected we take the dogs on a quest for the cough remedy I have brand loyalty too; Outside the body feel is more manageable - My girlfriend looks round the pathetic market whilst I nose around child like at the empty back of the market, the bins and traders equipment.
There’s a small park adjoining with a Eucalyptus. We find an oddly secluded triangle of grass and sit back and watch the clouds (thinking of quote from Phikal)
Home – surprise, surprise, it’s hard to relax with the clanging reverberation going through me; there is slight similarity with the bleak bit coming down on 2C-E (though clearer headed) but there’s such physicality. There’s nothing going wrong in my body as such, it’s just this pressure is everything; it’s like having a battleship running through the blood. Apart from that I’m about through with this.
About 8 ½ hours in I swallowed 120mg codeine and soon feel more comforted and frazzle stops
The evening goes ok – I consume a bit alcohol – dinner’s welcome.
All in all no more than OK; It’s just possible a higher dose would impress me more, but I’m more inclined to suspect a potential unedifying physical/mental nightmare ensuing; it’s hard stuff to trust and that people have survived overdose isn’t mega-comforting; there are better things
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