i drank a can of grapefruit juice about ten minutes ago.
i drank a bottle of cough syrup one minute ago.
the cough syrup is an 8 oz tussin dm, it contains 10mg of dxm per serving, the total dxm inside is 474mg if i did my math right. it also contains guaifenisen. i know it's a bad idea to do this, but i've done before at least 50 tiems, so i'm sure i'll be fine after i throw up in an hour and a half.
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btw, my first post was as 10:40 central time.
it is now 10:55, and my head is already feeling full. everything is lagging. i have a million thoughts running through my head.
i'm also trying to see if i can win neitchzes porn contest in the lounge. i think i can do it, if i could just slow down a bit...
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twenty minutes later and i am having trouble typing. my head is bobbling. it feels full, and i feel nice and warm all over.
i am still coherent enough to correct my typing errors at least though, which i am making a ton of.
it's starting to get overwhelming. i'm wondering when my friend is coming home.
he is being silly today, and possibly eating a quantity of datura seeds. so naturally i am worried.
my eyes keep crossing, and everything is getting delayed more. it came on a lot faster then i thought. and no vomiting either, which surprised me.
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11:25
my eyes are dilated. i'm starting to feel slighty ill. movement is fun luike alcohol. i'm reminded of a story i wrote once. one where i rambled for five pages straight, then posted two or three pages on the interent. then i caught a lot fo mcrap, thanks to the whole wtc thing. the story was vaguely terrorist related. at the time i was heavily under the influence of fight club and memento as well.
if your interested the link is here (i lo0ve bragging about writing):
http://www.internationalstorybook.com/fromdiarofin.html
the nausea pang came with my cigarette smoking, so maybe that could be a potentiator for vomiting. that's me trying to use big words. silly me.
i wonder if anyone wil even read this and take it seriously. cough syrup is always looked down on by so many people. i wish dxm could be put in the workld water supply. it could make them happier in a sense. although writing that made me a bit somber.
i'm thinking about combining the dxm with salvia. i have a pile of 5x right here, but i think i'm going to wait until i am peaking a bit more.
i am exp with both salvia and dxm btw, just5 not together. if the potnecy of the dxm isn't as high as i hope it will be, then i will usse the salvia. otherwise, it's a no go.
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just vomited. it's 11:35
so a little under an hour after taking it.
i'm a really out of it right now thought. i feel so confused, yet so thoughtful.
btw, if anyone wants to im me, my sn is lattrommi
that's immortal backwards with an extra t, for my my first name. well my internet first name. i have a name for the net, and a name for the real workd.
someone told me i misspelled immortal once, but i tried to explain to them that i didn't, that this is the way i can be unique. it helps to be unique on the interent. if i name myself "666korn420is187the666best187ever420" then no one will know who i am. with a name like lattrommi, people will always recognize it, since it's misspelled immortal
maybe soemday i will be famous. my alter ego at least. i don't really want people to know who i am. but i have a feeling it's going to ahppen anyway. i want to be secretive and hermit like, bnut instead i am too sociable for it. i can't control my talkativity sometimes.
i have a feeling that these posts are either going to get longer, or they are going to disappear
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no real hallucinations yet. of course, dxm isn't a hallucination drug really. heavily contemplating throwing some salvia into the mix. just to see what happens.
no sitter though, really bad idea. dxm effects judgement. however, i do feel safe in my surroundings.
i keep noticing how dirty i am. i just came back from work when i took the syrup and juice. i qwork in a warehouse. i am very dusty. little spots are all over my arms and fingers. the spots i'm assuming are collaborating on my sweat glands,.
i feel great though
it's 12:04 right now, although i've been typing this for abnout ten minutes. i'm probably going to be typing more too. i think. i'm not surwe.
i love the music that's on. it's random of all my songs on my playlist. it just switched from ec
r to e-type. both very high energy. it's keeping me here on earth. maybe i should try that salvia. we';ll see what happens.
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time is so different. i think it's a lot later then what it really is.
so many thoughts going through my head. what if i'm just making my self delirious? i know that i don't plan on doing this often, but i can't heklp but want to promote this. too many people l;ook down on cough syrup. on dxm. on coricidin (actually, i look down on coricidin, so i guess i even have some standards)
i can'thelp but think of my friend k. he lives with me right now, but i'm about to move out. that's why i'm doing this. it's my celebration for getting an apt of my own. also a side experiment, one which will not be a good one, since it wont be a controlled experiement, sicne i'm sure i will be adding salvia to the mix hereshortly.
where is k? and i pray that throughout this report i continue to call him k, and not his real name. if i do, hopefully i'll edit it out later.
i have this feeling that everyone on bluelight is my friends, even though in the back of my head i know that there are a lot of bluelight users who think dxm is crap.
but it's not when you are poor or have no access to street drugs. ok, i'm totally rambling now. i thinki better stop.
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1:19. i just got back from smoking salvia in the woods. what occured i cannot describe truly, but i will try.
i walked about a quarter of a mile away from house to a small hut next to the highway.
on the way, i felt like i was walking down a neverending tunnel. at first i tried a few other spots, but hey had too muuch wind for me to be able to smoke anything. i had walked down to the beach, then to the hut. some deer frightened me. the whle time i was afraid of something in the wooods scaring me, or a policeman finding me (rare in the middle of nowhere though) right as i madeit to the hut, my flashlight died.
i found this fear inducing. imagine darkness. not total darkness, but a no moon starry night. cold, but not too cold. i was wearing a coat and gloves. about 40 degrees i think. the fact that my flahslight went out caused fear is because i thought it was a sign from god. until i fiddled around with the flash light.
the hut is a small wooden thing, with a doorway and two benches. first thing i did was checkj for unwanteds, like spiders, wasps etc. found none. proceeded inside. was thinking about police again. that was my biggest worry. the next biggest worry, was what people would think when i told them about it. just reading this i can see some bluelighters saying i'm the dumbest drug user out there. drinking cough syrup, then smoking salvia right next to a highway in the middle of the night.
it's like asking for a bad time.
i sat down in the hut. the hut is used by kids to stay warm while they wait for he bus to school. i sat down inside, packed one bowl. my bowl measures out to 1/4 gram exactly.
i switched seats from the bench on the left to the spot between the benches, away from the doorway, so i could rest my back on the wall their.
i lit the lighter, put it on the salvia for half a second, then inhaled as big as i could. the pins and needles came almost instantly. the feeeling that there was someone else in my head was there as well, but this time much more subtlely.
the words 'watch out for cars' i kept repeating in my head. it became a mantra. i did not want to be a kid who smoked salvia while dxming, then ran out into the road to get hit by car. i became a white line on the road for about ten minutes in my head, which was probably a few seconds in real time.
all that was in my vision was the appearance of a time delay photograph with lights. i can't think of what's it's called. when you leave the shutter open on your camera, and it records all the light that goes by. creating a streeak of colors. my streaks were white, off white for a big chunk, then a sliver of red and a sliver of blue. then i hearde a policeman in my head, telling me that i was goiong to get hit by a car.
so i tried to come back to reality. i was the white stripe still. i morphed from the stripe to myself inside the hut, in my mind it happened the same way that the faces morph in that one micheal jackson music video.
i sensed an entity in my head. i think it was the devil. he was telling me that i was stupid. that i was going to kill myself. it confused me sice i don't believe in the devil, i believe in infinity.
a car came across the bend in the highway. i watched it go by, and as i did, i realized the driver probably saw me staring at it in the oddest way, as if i was some insane mentally handicapped kid. i was staring off into spcae, that's all, realizing what just happened. i had left my body, and my soul became a stripe on a road. and the police talked to me. it was so odd.
it was intrgueing as well. i then became nervous that other cars would see me, so i moved to the right hand side bench. when i did this, another car started around the bend, and the way it's head lights were moving, i knew it would be able ot see me. so i kept moving around, but no matter where i went i ended up in headlights. this is after three cars went by. i was still dazed by what just happened.
the words 'only two hits' were repeating in my head. because that's how much i had. i only took two hits of 5x salvia out of a metal pipe with a plastic flame lighter thingy.
i feared that a car had indeed seen me, and maybe had called thepolice, so i decided i should leave fast. being the boy scout, i made sure i brought everything with me. i still had about 3 hits left in the pipe. knowing that it was safest to leave, i dumped the remaining salvia onto the bench. maybe i'll recover it later. i put on my gloves, grabbed my flash light, and went out.
when i went out of the hut, i tried to turn the flashlight on, and it wasn't working. actually, it didn't work, until the second i stepped out of the hut. then it just kicked on. was that a sign? if so, what did it mean? i started walking back. i walked for what seemed like an etiernity. i feared getting lost, even though to get to my current home, it's a simple right turn at the dead end. the whole time i was trying to concentrate on what happened, so i could write it down. so i could share. i didn't want to be the only one to experience this.
when i got back, there were im's for me. i wasn't fully baseline from the salvia yet. i had started typing this, while talking to two people through aim, both of which who were interested in this experience, and one of which who downloaded aim just to talk to me.
this made me feel more special then anything else in the world. it's been a long time since anyone has seemed even remotely interested in anything i was doing.
it is 1:46 right now. i feel i am back to baseline from the salvia, although the dxm is still going at the same rateit was when i left.
mkost definately a positive experience, which i am sure i will gain multiple insights off of within the next few days.
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well, it seems like everything is fine now. in the past hour or so i've pretty much contemplated what all just went on. i think i described it all the best i could. i'm going to be putting all this into one big report now. i'm not sober yet, but i'm close enough to it. not really close actually, but i can control what my fingers do, and that's all i really need.
from the looks of things, the salvia screwed up my original experiement with the grapfruit juice. if the GFJ did make a difference, i didn't notice it. this will conclude this report, as i am now going to take a nice long shower, then write a story or two while i'm in this nice ramble mode.
this is an experiment to see if drinking grapefruit juice prior to the cough syrup makes a difference, as i already know drinking it afterwards does.
i'll keep posting as long i'm mentally coherent enough to do so. provided my connection doesn't keep fucking up like it's usually done.
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i drank a bottle of cough syrup one minute ago.
the cough syrup is an 8 oz tussin dm, it contains 10mg of dxm per serving, the total dxm inside is 474mg if i did my math right. it also contains guaifenisen. i know it's a bad idea to do this, but i've done before at least 50 tiems, so i'm sure i'll be fine after i throw up in an hour and a half.
next post
btw, my first post was as 10:40 central time.
it is now 10:55, and my head is already feeling full. everything is lagging. i have a million thoughts running through my head.
i'm also trying to see if i can win neitchzes porn contest in the lounge. i think i can do it, if i could just slow down a bit...
next post
twenty minutes later and i am having trouble typing. my head is bobbling. it feels full, and i feel nice and warm all over.
i am still coherent enough to correct my typing errors at least though, which i am making a ton of.
it's starting to get overwhelming. i'm wondering when my friend is coming home.
he is being silly today, and possibly eating a quantity of datura seeds. so naturally i am worried.
my eyes keep crossing, and everything is getting delayed more. it came on a lot faster then i thought. and no vomiting either, which surprised me.
next post
11:25
my eyes are dilated. i'm starting to feel slighty ill. movement is fun luike alcohol. i'm reminded of a story i wrote once. one where i rambled for five pages straight, then posted two or three pages on the interent. then i caught a lot fo mcrap, thanks to the whole wtc thing. the story was vaguely terrorist related. at the time i was heavily under the influence of fight club and memento as well.
if your interested the link is here (i lo0ve bragging about writing):
http://www.internationalstorybook.com/fromdiarofin.html
the nausea pang came with my cigarette smoking, so maybe that could be a potentiator for vomiting. that's me trying to use big words. silly me.
i wonder if anyone wil even read this and take it seriously. cough syrup is always looked down on by so many people. i wish dxm could be put in the workld water supply. it could make them happier in a sense. although writing that made me a bit somber.
i'm thinking about combining the dxm with salvia. i have a pile of 5x right here, but i think i'm going to wait until i am peaking a bit more.
i am exp with both salvia and dxm btw, just5 not together. if the potnecy of the dxm isn't as high as i hope it will be, then i will usse the salvia. otherwise, it's a no go.
next post
just vomited. it's 11:35
so a little under an hour after taking it.
i'm a really out of it right now thought. i feel so confused, yet so thoughtful.
btw, if anyone wants to im me, my sn is lattrommi
that's immortal backwards with an extra t, for my my first name. well my internet first name. i have a name for the net, and a name for the real workd.
someone told me i misspelled immortal once, but i tried to explain to them that i didn't, that this is the way i can be unique. it helps to be unique on the interent. if i name myself "666korn420is187the666best187ever420" then no one will know who i am. with a name like lattrommi, people will always recognize it, since it's misspelled immortal
maybe soemday i will be famous. my alter ego at least. i don't really want people to know who i am. but i have a feeling it's going to ahppen anyway. i want to be secretive and hermit like, bnut instead i am too sociable for it. i can't control my talkativity sometimes.
i have a feeling that these posts are either going to get longer, or they are going to disappear
next post
no real hallucinations yet. of course, dxm isn't a hallucination drug really. heavily contemplating throwing some salvia into the mix. just to see what happens.
no sitter though, really bad idea. dxm effects judgement. however, i do feel safe in my surroundings.
i keep noticing how dirty i am. i just came back from work when i took the syrup and juice. i qwork in a warehouse. i am very dusty. little spots are all over my arms and fingers. the spots i'm assuming are collaborating on my sweat glands,.
i feel great though
it's 12:04 right now, although i've been typing this for abnout ten minutes. i'm probably going to be typing more too. i think. i'm not surwe.
i love the music that's on. it's random of all my songs on my playlist. it just switched from ec
r to e-type. both very high energy. it's keeping me here on earth. maybe i should try that salvia. we';ll see what happens.next post
time is so different. i think it's a lot later then what it really is.
so many thoughts going through my head. what if i'm just making my self delirious? i know that i don't plan on doing this often, but i can't heklp but want to promote this. too many people l;ook down on cough syrup. on dxm. on coricidin (actually, i look down on coricidin, so i guess i even have some standards)
i can'thelp but think of my friend k. he lives with me right now, but i'm about to move out. that's why i'm doing this. it's my celebration for getting an apt of my own. also a side experiment, one which will not be a good one, since it wont be a controlled experiement, sicne i'm sure i will be adding salvia to the mix hereshortly.
where is k? and i pray that throughout this report i continue to call him k, and not his real name. if i do, hopefully i'll edit it out later.
i have this feeling that everyone on bluelight is my friends, even though in the back of my head i know that there are a lot of bluelight users who think dxm is crap.
but it's not when you are poor or have no access to street drugs. ok, i'm totally rambling now. i thinki better stop.
next post
1:19. i just got back from smoking salvia in the woods. what occured i cannot describe truly, but i will try.
i walked about a quarter of a mile away from house to a small hut next to the highway.
on the way, i felt like i was walking down a neverending tunnel. at first i tried a few other spots, but hey had too muuch wind for me to be able to smoke anything. i had walked down to the beach, then to the hut. some deer frightened me. the whle time i was afraid of something in the wooods scaring me, or a policeman finding me (rare in the middle of nowhere though) right as i madeit to the hut, my flashlight died.
i found this fear inducing. imagine darkness. not total darkness, but a no moon starry night. cold, but not too cold. i was wearing a coat and gloves. about 40 degrees i think. the fact that my flahslight went out caused fear is because i thought it was a sign from god. until i fiddled around with the flash light.
the hut is a small wooden thing, with a doorway and two benches. first thing i did was checkj for unwanteds, like spiders, wasps etc. found none. proceeded inside. was thinking about police again. that was my biggest worry. the next biggest worry, was what people would think when i told them about it. just reading this i can see some bluelighters saying i'm the dumbest drug user out there. drinking cough syrup, then smoking salvia right next to a highway in the middle of the night.
it's like asking for a bad time.
i sat down in the hut. the hut is used by kids to stay warm while they wait for he bus to school. i sat down inside, packed one bowl. my bowl measures out to 1/4 gram exactly.
i switched seats from the bench on the left to the spot between the benches, away from the doorway, so i could rest my back on the wall their.
i lit the lighter, put it on the salvia for half a second, then inhaled as big as i could. the pins and needles came almost instantly. the feeeling that there was someone else in my head was there as well, but this time much more subtlely.
the words 'watch out for cars' i kept repeating in my head. it became a mantra. i did not want to be a kid who smoked salvia while dxming, then ran out into the road to get hit by car. i became a white line on the road for about ten minutes in my head, which was probably a few seconds in real time.
all that was in my vision was the appearance of a time delay photograph with lights. i can't think of what's it's called. when you leave the shutter open on your camera, and it records all the light that goes by. creating a streeak of colors. my streaks were white, off white for a big chunk, then a sliver of red and a sliver of blue. then i hearde a policeman in my head, telling me that i was goiong to get hit by a car.
so i tried to come back to reality. i was the white stripe still. i morphed from the stripe to myself inside the hut, in my mind it happened the same way that the faces morph in that one micheal jackson music video.
i sensed an entity in my head. i think it was the devil. he was telling me that i was stupid. that i was going to kill myself. it confused me sice i don't believe in the devil, i believe in infinity.
a car came across the bend in the highway. i watched it go by, and as i did, i realized the driver probably saw me staring at it in the oddest way, as if i was some insane mentally handicapped kid. i was staring off into spcae, that's all, realizing what just happened. i had left my body, and my soul became a stripe on a road. and the police talked to me. it was so odd.
it was intrgueing as well. i then became nervous that other cars would see me, so i moved to the right hand side bench. when i did this, another car started around the bend, and the way it's head lights were moving, i knew it would be able ot see me. so i kept moving around, but no matter where i went i ended up in headlights. this is after three cars went by. i was still dazed by what just happened.
the words 'only two hits' were repeating in my head. because that's how much i had. i only took two hits of 5x salvia out of a metal pipe with a plastic flame lighter thingy.
i feared that a car had indeed seen me, and maybe had called thepolice, so i decided i should leave fast. being the boy scout, i made sure i brought everything with me. i still had about 3 hits left in the pipe. knowing that it was safest to leave, i dumped the remaining salvia onto the bench. maybe i'll recover it later. i put on my gloves, grabbed my flash light, and went out.
when i went out of the hut, i tried to turn the flashlight on, and it wasn't working. actually, it didn't work, until the second i stepped out of the hut. then it just kicked on. was that a sign? if so, what did it mean? i started walking back. i walked for what seemed like an etiernity. i feared getting lost, even though to get to my current home, it's a simple right turn at the dead end. the whole time i was trying to concentrate on what happened, so i could write it down. so i could share. i didn't want to be the only one to experience this.
when i got back, there were im's for me. i wasn't fully baseline from the salvia yet. i had started typing this, while talking to two people through aim, both of which who were interested in this experience, and one of which who downloaded aim just to talk to me.
this made me feel more special then anything else in the world. it's been a long time since anyone has seemed even remotely interested in anything i was doing.
it is 1:46 right now. i feel i am back to baseline from the salvia, although the dxm is still going at the same rateit was when i left.
mkost definately a positive experience, which i am sure i will gain multiple insights off of within the next few days.
last post
2:48
well, it seems like everything is fine now. in the past hour or so i've pretty much contemplated what all just went on. i think i described it all the best i could. i'm going to be putting all this into one big report now. i'm not sober yet, but i'm close enough to it. not really close actually, but i can control what my fingers do, and that's all i really need.
from the looks of things, the salvia screwed up my original experiement with the grapfruit juice. if the GFJ did make a difference, i didn't notice it. this will conclude this report, as i am now going to take a nice long shower, then write a story or two while i'm in this nice ramble mode.
this is an experiment to see if drinking grapefruit juice prior to the cough syrup makes a difference, as i already know drinking it afterwards does.
i'll keep posting as long i'm mentally coherent enough to do so. provided my connection doesn't keep fucking up like it's usually done.
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