illimex
Bluelighter
let me tell you
I've robo'd twice.
One bottle of Tussin Max Cough (Generic) each time. This is approx. 4 0z. and according to Dextroverse, it is only enough to take you to the second plateu. This seemed fine for me, as I'd had no previous experience with this stuff before.
On to the report.
Who? Me
Where? At home
When? Last Month, both times
What? DXM...duh..look up there genius!
My first experience I drank Robo DM. Dumb idea. Did I get sick? No. Did I feel nausea? Not really. Was it uncomfortable downing a shitload of guaf and having to endure the feeling in my stomach for the rest of the night? You betchya!
Ok. At around 9 p.m. I was bored as fuck, my friends club, "the studio" was close because, well, he couldn't afford it anymore. Lucky for him he found a new residence in S-Ville. Unlucky for me, this is about an hour away. Bummer, he has all the non-pharmy goods, all the time. I guess I should have stocked up..lol
Anyway, I head to the store and meander, quite deliberately, so I guess I marched to the Cough and Cold section of the store. I thought I'd missed out, not seeing any Robotussin Max Cough Anywhere, when I noticed a bottle of Tussin Max Cough. I read the label. Just Dex! Alright, I'm kinda excited for my new experience, and I fork over my four dollars and hit the door.
I bump my own music on the way home, I'm such an egomaniac.
My wife gets home around midnite from work, and she sits around for a minute talking to me. Then she says she's tired. She goes to bed without too much of a fuss, she likes me to come to bed with her, but on Fridays and Saturdays I squeeze the max possible hours out of the day. I'm alone, and since she doesn't do stuff like this, it's for the better. I pretty much do all of my illicit substances alone, just because that's how I am. Eat my shorts.
So I down my bottle, figuring hey!, four ounces aint shit! If sodas were 4 oz I'd drink about forty twelve packs a day! So I drink half and gag heartily. I wait for a minute. Bring it back up to my lips. Set it down. Bring it back up and smell it a bit. Set it down. I do this for about five minutes until I notice a considerable swelling in my drawers...must be my balls I say to myself, so now, having the balls, I finish the other half.
I commence to bluelight.
Reading posts.
Reading Posts.
continuing. Nothing.
I fire up Orion Platinum and start working on a track. Sounds good...for the first half-hour or so, until everything starts to sound all tinny. Not really annoyingly tinny, more like a slight certain effect that I never use in my music. It's called Ring Modulation.
This is all around 2:00 a.m. mind you. And besides feeling tired, I realize that I need to urinate very badly...sometimes I make music and forget. My own personal problem I guess. At least I don't piss my pants...yet.
So as I struggle to get up, and yes, it was a bit of a struggle, I realize the room is not oriented as my eyes should be seeing it. It's kinda "sideways"...like drunk sideways, REALLY drunk sideways. It's is by no means pleasurable.
I turn around and everything orients itself a bit and I go to take a step. This has become a difficult process so, I grab anything I can to keep myself held up. At this point, I realize that the fourth platue is not something I desire, as I'd probably lie straight down on the floor and lose control of all bodily functions. Not good. I make it to the bathroom, sit down (yes, number two), and close my eyes. I don't remember anything, I don't even know if time was passing, but when I opened my eyes, it felt as if days had passed.
No visuals.
No morphing.
No empathogenic feelings.
No fun.
I stumble clumsily to my computer, and looked for a good station to listen to on Winamp.com. Then I loaded some kick ass visuals, which I recommend to anyone, (side note: if you ever roll alone, and are at home, load winamp after downloading some killer visuals from the website of course, pop in a good tune, and load up visualizations. I've had some of the neatest times when rolling and doing this....kicks a light shows ASS in the pants...or something.)
They did nothing for me.
I actually just sat and thought about stuff, stuff I have no recollection of now, but at the time, it seemed profound enough to promptly get up, make my way upstairs, and go to sleep.
My wife was not thrilled when she found out I did this, but she understands my shortcomings (her definition, not mine), anything to do with psychedelics and stuff like that, and still loves me. Whatever I guess.
I love her too.
and...um.
DXM is boring. Maybe next time I'd better just straight jump to platue four for the experience.
That way I can talk about how alien beings gnawed the flesh from my bones and my head floated away while sifting over clouds of putrid dank herb smoke. Wait, that's my DATURA thread. More on that another time.
[Edit: I changed the original title (Well if the focus is on DXM...) to fit the guidelines. -C22]
[ 13 September 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
I've robo'd twice.
One bottle of Tussin Max Cough (Generic) each time. This is approx. 4 0z. and according to Dextroverse, it is only enough to take you to the second plateu. This seemed fine for me, as I'd had no previous experience with this stuff before.
On to the report.
Who? Me
Where? At home
When? Last Month, both times
What? DXM...duh..look up there genius!
My first experience I drank Robo DM. Dumb idea. Did I get sick? No. Did I feel nausea? Not really. Was it uncomfortable downing a shitload of guaf and having to endure the feeling in my stomach for the rest of the night? You betchya!
Ok. At around 9 p.m. I was bored as fuck, my friends club, "the studio" was close because, well, he couldn't afford it anymore. Lucky for him he found a new residence in S-Ville. Unlucky for me, this is about an hour away. Bummer, he has all the non-pharmy goods, all the time. I guess I should have stocked up..lol
Anyway, I head to the store and meander, quite deliberately, so I guess I marched to the Cough and Cold section of the store. I thought I'd missed out, not seeing any Robotussin Max Cough Anywhere, when I noticed a bottle of Tussin Max Cough. I read the label. Just Dex! Alright, I'm kinda excited for my new experience, and I fork over my four dollars and hit the door.
I bump my own music on the way home, I'm such an egomaniac.
My wife gets home around midnite from work, and she sits around for a minute talking to me. Then she says she's tired. She goes to bed without too much of a fuss, she likes me to come to bed with her, but on Fridays and Saturdays I squeeze the max possible hours out of the day. I'm alone, and since she doesn't do stuff like this, it's for the better. I pretty much do all of my illicit substances alone, just because that's how I am. Eat my shorts.
So I down my bottle, figuring hey!, four ounces aint shit! If sodas were 4 oz I'd drink about forty twelve packs a day! So I drink half and gag heartily. I wait for a minute. Bring it back up to my lips. Set it down. Bring it back up and smell it a bit. Set it down. I do this for about five minutes until I notice a considerable swelling in my drawers...must be my balls I say to myself, so now, having the balls, I finish the other half.
I commence to bluelight.
Reading posts.
Reading Posts.
continuing. Nothing.
I fire up Orion Platinum and start working on a track. Sounds good...for the first half-hour or so, until everything starts to sound all tinny. Not really annoyingly tinny, more like a slight certain effect that I never use in my music. It's called Ring Modulation.
This is all around 2:00 a.m. mind you. And besides feeling tired, I realize that I need to urinate very badly...sometimes I make music and forget. My own personal problem I guess. At least I don't piss my pants...yet.
So as I struggle to get up, and yes, it was a bit of a struggle, I realize the room is not oriented as my eyes should be seeing it. It's kinda "sideways"...like drunk sideways, REALLY drunk sideways. It's is by no means pleasurable.
I turn around and everything orients itself a bit and I go to take a step. This has become a difficult process so, I grab anything I can to keep myself held up. At this point, I realize that the fourth platue is not something I desire, as I'd probably lie straight down on the floor and lose control of all bodily functions. Not good. I make it to the bathroom, sit down (yes, number two), and close my eyes. I don't remember anything, I don't even know if time was passing, but when I opened my eyes, it felt as if days had passed.
No visuals.
No morphing.
No empathogenic feelings.
No fun.
I stumble clumsily to my computer, and looked for a good station to listen to on Winamp.com. Then I loaded some kick ass visuals, which I recommend to anyone, (side note: if you ever roll alone, and are at home, load winamp after downloading some killer visuals from the website of course, pop in a good tune, and load up visualizations. I've had some of the neatest times when rolling and doing this....kicks a light shows ASS in the pants...or something.)
They did nothing for me.
I actually just sat and thought about stuff, stuff I have no recollection of now, but at the time, it seemed profound enough to promptly get up, make my way upstairs, and go to sleep.
My wife was not thrilled when she found out I did this, but she understands my shortcomings (her definition, not mine), anything to do with psychedelics and stuff like that, and still loves me. Whatever I guess.
I love her too.
and...um.
DXM is boring. Maybe next time I'd better just straight jump to platue four for the experience.
That way I can talk about how alien beings gnawed the flesh from my bones and my head floated away while sifting over clouds of putrid dank herb smoke. Wait, that's my DATURA thread. More on that another time.
[Edit: I changed the original title (Well if the focus is on DXM...) to fit the guidelines. -C22]
[ 13 September 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
the humorous touch you added.