K9Unit
Bluelighter
200mg DPT, 4th time, HOLY SHIT, what in the name of hell is goining on?
02\22\02 9pm
Setting, A small Apartment four people are preasent. Me, Eugene, Allen, and Nate.
Mind state, I feel at ease, but also have a mild feeling of aprehension. I know I have to snort the DPT, but I hate the dripp, this frightens me a little bit, but I dont let that bother me. My Thoughts are clear, and me and my friends are ready to explore the inner workings of our minds.
Experiance.
10:30pm. 4 doses of 200mg of DPT are messured out.
Allen and Eugene will be the first to snort, and Me and Nate will snort 30min later. They snort it, grab a bottle of water and sit down and prepare to be hit, within minutes they are drinking the watter and gaging due to the horrible dripp of DPT. Me and Nate get unpatient and decided to snort the DPT a lil earlier.
11:45pm. I can feel the DPT rushing up my nose, like a hot knife, I can taste it only minutes later. My taste buds are in full protest, I can already hear them telling me "Do not do this agian" I pay no attention to it, and proceed to sit down while I sip on my watter in order to ease the torment of my taste buds. Eugene and Allen are starting to feel the first wave of Reality loss. They inform me that thier mind is getting clouded with millions of thoughts, and emotions. Eugene is also notes the feeling of coldness and solitude, he explains this as "a bad body load" He is entering the early parts of the tripp with negative feelings. This will cause his intial downfall.
Midnight. Allen is stationed on the couch, and I just threw up almost all the water I drank only 15min ago to ease the dripp. I can feel the first wave of reality loss hit me as well. Eugene proceeds to walk from the bathroom into the living room asking "whats going on?" I have no idea what to say other then "there is no turning back now" Im looking down at the carpet and I can make it out in full detial as the small strands of fiber move to and fro, and the stian of vomit is growing ever larger. I can feel my face getting numb, I can no longer fathom the possiblity of drinking more water to kill the dripp for I can no longer feel it, my taste buds have either abandoned me, or have been wiped out completly by the DPT. I am now entering a realm in which the only the dead exist. everything that is alive, stays, only they die as well. I am awake? Has my Dream ended. I proceed to expell the words, our egos have died. This sends Eugene into a furry, he is convinced that he is gonna die, he sits down next to me asking me "am I gonna die, I feel like im dying, tell me Am I gonna die" I lay back down the couch and say, "your fine dont worry about" He looks at me in odd way, and some how is able to say "ok" stands up and starts walking around the apartment screaming "whats going on? am I gonna die, Im sure im gonna die, some one help me im gonna die, im cold" I feel this presance of death as well, though I do not fear it, I am ready to embrace it, for I am sure that my dream of life has been fully experianced, and Its time for me to awaken.
12:30am, Eugene is sitting right next to me with with his head on my shoulder, saying "David I dont want to die, plz tell im not gonna die, tell me whats goining on, why am I so cold" He looks at me, and I can make out the face of my best friend coverd by the mask of fear, staring at me, at the bring of tears asking for reasurence that his dream will continue, he knows and feels that he is not ready to wake up yet. I can no longer feel my face, I can no longer make out words, though I can connect with Eugene, and I am able to expel once more the words "My friend you will be fine, worry not, and embrace the feeling that surrounds you" I feel horrible for saying this, for I am not sure my self, if We will be fine, the feeling of death is glowing strong through me as well. Allen and Nate are sationary on the couch, saying nothing, just looking off into thier own reality. I take the time to look around, and try to determin where I am, what was once an apartment is now a tomb. A tomb where dead do not sleep, but flow within the ocean of torment, the floor, the wall, all the inatimate objects are one, flowing with extreme consistancy, all while supporting the lifeless boddies of concoius that flow within this ocean of death.
12:45 It seems that Allens friend Josh, the person who lives in the Apartment has just some home, and he has brought friends. Two other people arive with thim, a female, and a male, and the first thing they hear is eugene vioce, hollowed out by fear "who are you, why are you here, am I gonna die, plz help me, I need to go to the hospital, im cold" Allen, and Nate do not the have the ability to answer, and I can feel my physical vessal say the words "we are tripping balls" "Oh, well thats cool just dont break anything" Was joshes response.
By now I feel as if I am a clump of insiginificant matter that is not worthy of a concious mind, my in my physical form, I am just a man sitting on the couch covered in drool, because I have no sense of self, or phsyical feeling. My face is numb, and my soul is dead.
1Am, Oddly enough Nate is interacting with the Material world, Josh and his friends whipped out a bong and some weed, and with out a word Nate just sits down with them and is ready to smoke. I just sit there with drool all over my face, observing what seems to be extremly odd activity.
As they pack the bong, the top of the bong begins to show signs of life, and slows starts to morph into a living entity. Frow the hollow plastic chamber a half bong, half man creture is born, and it seems that smoking from this creture is the path to its demise. The people holding the bong do not realize that its alive and continue to pack it with weed, and the bong man starts to fight for its life, I can hear him scream "No let me go, leave me alone, dont pack me, plz dont pack me" It continues to fight for its life, but in the end the bong man comes out dead as the bowl in the bong is cached. A feeling of grief overcomes me, as I cant help but feel that I could of done something to prevent this.
1:30am Eugene's state of delerious madness has not improved, in fact its goten much worse. he now running around the house screaming at the top of his lungs and its obvious that his cries hold feelings of fear as well as anger. "Help me, Some one call 911, im gonna fucking die, I need some Thurazine, help me! get me Warm! Why isnt anyone listening?" All this screaming causes one of the nieghbors to call the police, and soon they show up. My heart starts to race, as I hear Tiffiny say "FUCKING SHIT, its the Cops!" "Oh Fuck, we cant let them see eugene like this" I think this as I gather up all my streght stand up, grab the empty bag that contained the DPT and hide it underneath the Sink, I grab eugene by his shirt and drag him to the bathroom. I drag him there, and I try to calm him down. I hold his hand and assure him that everything is alright, and he wont die, and he will be fine in a few hours. The Word hours scares the living shit out of eugene and he gets worse, screaming louder and louder, I quickly tell him that he only has a few min left of tripping, and this calms him down. I suggest to him that we should turn the lights off, and this proves to be an odd experiance. As soon as the light goes off, my vision is overwhelmed with a kaladiascope of colors, Shapes start forming within the colors. We are informed that the cops are gone, so me and eugene exist the bathroom, but as we are exiting, I look into the mirror, and there I see an image of my self, though my eye sockets are empty, and the sea of death is flowing right behinde me, this time the dead are reaching for me, they are calling me, they want me to join thier realm, and they wont give up till I do. Agh, this must end.
2am. Alright the tripp is starting to subside a little, I can now fully walk around, and the visuals are pretty much gone, mild lsd like visuals still goining on, but the mindfuck is still there, and my face is so numb, I cant feel my neck, I decide to smoke a cig. I light it, and the impresion of the flame stays within the air, and slowly shifts into a flaming bubble, and flaots off. The smoke from the ciggarite is filling the room, and within the smoke of the cig, I can make out people dancing, just happily dancing, and then droping dead like flys, one by one. Such a disturbing image, yet so entertianing at the same time. Eveything is normal, and after I finish my cid, Nate seems to be back in the normal world, cuz hes sitting there asking me to pack a bowl. So then a bowl is packed, and within minutes we are back into an extremly visual tripp once again, yet this time its filled with a happiness, and feelings of joy, yet those visuals of death are still there, no matter what the sea of death has yet to subside. Still Flowing, still shifting, still carrying the boddies of the dead, am I damed to witness the tourture of the dead as they call my name everytime I come back to the world of DPT? I cant take this anymore, I sit back and close my eyes, and a kaladiascope of colors fills my eyes, and within those colors comes the vision of beauty, a girl, standing there infront me, a girl who captured my heart, yet never returend my feelings, there stading infront of me, smiling at me. Her lips slowly creep open, and it seems that she is about to say something, just as the words are about to exist her mouth, the sea of death takes shape within the colors, and a hand reaches out, cloacked with the robe of the reaper, and plunges into her chest from behinde. With one breath, and one gasp she falls dead to the floor, and then is slowly absorbed by the ocean where only the dead thrive. Feeling experianced so long ago are creeping back, I have not felt for her the way I used to ever since she shot me down, but why do I miss her so? Why do I wish that I could of done something to save her. She hurt me, yet I still yern for her, why? It matters not, the feelins slowly die down along with the tripp.
3am, thats it most of it is gone, It feels like a mild lsd tripp now, minor visuals, followed by sever mental confusion. So manythings I saw tonight, so manythings I felt, why does death follow me around with DPT? Am I doomed to feel like this everytime I come back? If so, then I will come back none theless, DPT kicked my minds ass, and sometimes my mind needs good old fashioned ass kicking.
[ 22 March 2002: Message edited by: K9Unit ]
02\22\02 9pm
Setting, A small Apartment four people are preasent. Me, Eugene, Allen, and Nate.
Mind state, I feel at ease, but also have a mild feeling of aprehension. I know I have to snort the DPT, but I hate the dripp, this frightens me a little bit, but I dont let that bother me. My Thoughts are clear, and me and my friends are ready to explore the inner workings of our minds.
Experiance.
10:30pm. 4 doses of 200mg of DPT are messured out.
Allen and Eugene will be the first to snort, and Me and Nate will snort 30min later. They snort it, grab a bottle of water and sit down and prepare to be hit, within minutes they are drinking the watter and gaging due to the horrible dripp of DPT. Me and Nate get unpatient and decided to snort the DPT a lil earlier.
11:45pm. I can feel the DPT rushing up my nose, like a hot knife, I can taste it only minutes later. My taste buds are in full protest, I can already hear them telling me "Do not do this agian" I pay no attention to it, and proceed to sit down while I sip on my watter in order to ease the torment of my taste buds. Eugene and Allen are starting to feel the first wave of Reality loss. They inform me that thier mind is getting clouded with millions of thoughts, and emotions. Eugene is also notes the feeling of coldness and solitude, he explains this as "a bad body load" He is entering the early parts of the tripp with negative feelings. This will cause his intial downfall.
Midnight. Allen is stationed on the couch, and I just threw up almost all the water I drank only 15min ago to ease the dripp. I can feel the first wave of reality loss hit me as well. Eugene proceeds to walk from the bathroom into the living room asking "whats going on?" I have no idea what to say other then "there is no turning back now" Im looking down at the carpet and I can make it out in full detial as the small strands of fiber move to and fro, and the stian of vomit is growing ever larger. I can feel my face getting numb, I can no longer fathom the possiblity of drinking more water to kill the dripp for I can no longer feel it, my taste buds have either abandoned me, or have been wiped out completly by the DPT. I am now entering a realm in which the only the dead exist. everything that is alive, stays, only they die as well. I am awake? Has my Dream ended. I proceed to expell the words, our egos have died. This sends Eugene into a furry, he is convinced that he is gonna die, he sits down next to me asking me "am I gonna die, I feel like im dying, tell me Am I gonna die" I lay back down the couch and say, "your fine dont worry about" He looks at me in odd way, and some how is able to say "ok" stands up and starts walking around the apartment screaming "whats going on? am I gonna die, Im sure im gonna die, some one help me im gonna die, im cold" I feel this presance of death as well, though I do not fear it, I am ready to embrace it, for I am sure that my dream of life has been fully experianced, and Its time for me to awaken.
12:30am, Eugene is sitting right next to me with with his head on my shoulder, saying "David I dont want to die, plz tell im not gonna die, tell me whats goining on, why am I so cold" He looks at me, and I can make out the face of my best friend coverd by the mask of fear, staring at me, at the bring of tears asking for reasurence that his dream will continue, he knows and feels that he is not ready to wake up yet. I can no longer feel my face, I can no longer make out words, though I can connect with Eugene, and I am able to expel once more the words "My friend you will be fine, worry not, and embrace the feeling that surrounds you" I feel horrible for saying this, for I am not sure my self, if We will be fine, the feeling of death is glowing strong through me as well. Allen and Nate are sationary on the couch, saying nothing, just looking off into thier own reality. I take the time to look around, and try to determin where I am, what was once an apartment is now a tomb. A tomb where dead do not sleep, but flow within the ocean of torment, the floor, the wall, all the inatimate objects are one, flowing with extreme consistancy, all while supporting the lifeless boddies of concoius that flow within this ocean of death.
12:45 It seems that Allens friend Josh, the person who lives in the Apartment has just some home, and he has brought friends. Two other people arive with thim, a female, and a male, and the first thing they hear is eugene vioce, hollowed out by fear "who are you, why are you here, am I gonna die, plz help me, I need to go to the hospital, im cold" Allen, and Nate do not the have the ability to answer, and I can feel my physical vessal say the words "we are tripping balls" "Oh, well thats cool just dont break anything" Was joshes response.
By now I feel as if I am a clump of insiginificant matter that is not worthy of a concious mind, my in my physical form, I am just a man sitting on the couch covered in drool, because I have no sense of self, or phsyical feeling. My face is numb, and my soul is dead.
1Am, Oddly enough Nate is interacting with the Material world, Josh and his friends whipped out a bong and some weed, and with out a word Nate just sits down with them and is ready to smoke. I just sit there with drool all over my face, observing what seems to be extremly odd activity.
As they pack the bong, the top of the bong begins to show signs of life, and slows starts to morph into a living entity. Frow the hollow plastic chamber a half bong, half man creture is born, and it seems that smoking from this creture is the path to its demise. The people holding the bong do not realize that its alive and continue to pack it with weed, and the bong man starts to fight for its life, I can hear him scream "No let me go, leave me alone, dont pack me, plz dont pack me" It continues to fight for its life, but in the end the bong man comes out dead as the bowl in the bong is cached. A feeling of grief overcomes me, as I cant help but feel that I could of done something to prevent this.
1:30am Eugene's state of delerious madness has not improved, in fact its goten much worse. he now running around the house screaming at the top of his lungs and its obvious that his cries hold feelings of fear as well as anger. "Help me, Some one call 911, im gonna fucking die, I need some Thurazine, help me! get me Warm! Why isnt anyone listening?" All this screaming causes one of the nieghbors to call the police, and soon they show up. My heart starts to race, as I hear Tiffiny say "FUCKING SHIT, its the Cops!" "Oh Fuck, we cant let them see eugene like this" I think this as I gather up all my streght stand up, grab the empty bag that contained the DPT and hide it underneath the Sink, I grab eugene by his shirt and drag him to the bathroom. I drag him there, and I try to calm him down. I hold his hand and assure him that everything is alright, and he wont die, and he will be fine in a few hours. The Word hours scares the living shit out of eugene and he gets worse, screaming louder and louder, I quickly tell him that he only has a few min left of tripping, and this calms him down. I suggest to him that we should turn the lights off, and this proves to be an odd experiance. As soon as the light goes off, my vision is overwhelmed with a kaladiascope of colors, Shapes start forming within the colors. We are informed that the cops are gone, so me and eugene exist the bathroom, but as we are exiting, I look into the mirror, and there I see an image of my self, though my eye sockets are empty, and the sea of death is flowing right behinde me, this time the dead are reaching for me, they are calling me, they want me to join thier realm, and they wont give up till I do. Agh, this must end.
2am. Alright the tripp is starting to subside a little, I can now fully walk around, and the visuals are pretty much gone, mild lsd like visuals still goining on, but the mindfuck is still there, and my face is so numb, I cant feel my neck, I decide to smoke a cig. I light it, and the impresion of the flame stays within the air, and slowly shifts into a flaming bubble, and flaots off. The smoke from the ciggarite is filling the room, and within the smoke of the cig, I can make out people dancing, just happily dancing, and then droping dead like flys, one by one. Such a disturbing image, yet so entertianing at the same time. Eveything is normal, and after I finish my cid, Nate seems to be back in the normal world, cuz hes sitting there asking me to pack a bowl. So then a bowl is packed, and within minutes we are back into an extremly visual tripp once again, yet this time its filled with a happiness, and feelings of joy, yet those visuals of death are still there, no matter what the sea of death has yet to subside. Still Flowing, still shifting, still carrying the boddies of the dead, am I damed to witness the tourture of the dead as they call my name everytime I come back to the world of DPT? I cant take this anymore, I sit back and close my eyes, and a kaladiascope of colors fills my eyes, and within those colors comes the vision of beauty, a girl, standing there infront me, a girl who captured my heart, yet never returend my feelings, there stading infront of me, smiling at me. Her lips slowly creep open, and it seems that she is about to say something, just as the words are about to exist her mouth, the sea of death takes shape within the colors, and a hand reaches out, cloacked with the robe of the reaper, and plunges into her chest from behinde. With one breath, and one gasp she falls dead to the floor, and then is slowly absorbed by the ocean where only the dead thrive. Feeling experianced so long ago are creeping back, I have not felt for her the way I used to ever since she shot me down, but why do I miss her so? Why do I wish that I could of done something to save her. She hurt me, yet I still yern for her, why? It matters not, the feelins slowly die down along with the tripp.
3am, thats it most of it is gone, It feels like a mild lsd tripp now, minor visuals, followed by sever mental confusion. So manythings I saw tonight, so manythings I felt, why does death follow me around with DPT? Am I doomed to feel like this everytime I come back? If so, then I will come back none theless, DPT kicked my minds ass, and sometimes my mind needs good old fashioned ass kicking.
[ 22 March 2002: Message edited by: K9Unit ]
