vivisection
Bluelighter
last night was my second experience with dex. i gulped down an 
z bottle of cvs brand tussin max strength. only active ingredient was dex, of course. i accompanied my bottle of syrup with about a quart of orange juice, as i have been told that it would help stave off the nausea. it helped to hold it off for about an hour longer than the last time, but i still ended up bowing to the porcelain god. no bother, it was worth it.
a friend and i had gone out to find the cvs in a town different from the one we usually go to, as we are trying not to look too suspicious picking up bottles of tussin along with other things that he needs for "experiments." after a stop at a gas station, we got directions to the pharmacy, and lo and behold, we were there in no time. we waltzed in, i grabbed my tussin, paid the lady, and walked out. this is where the phrase "shit eating grin" comes to mind, as i believe i had one on my face as we got into the car. before we were out of the parking lot, i had already cracked the bottle and started drinking. each swig of tussin was followed by a chaser of oj, which tasted quite odd, to say the least.
we had one more stop to make before heading back to my place, and i started feeling a little bit of tingling as we were walking through the store. so far, the oj tip had worked, as it had been about 20 minutes and my stomach hadn't started bitching yet. i figured i was set. we got what he needed and headed back to my place. when we got there, it was approximately an hour after i had started dosing, and almost as long since i had finished the bottle. when we pulled into the drive and he shut off the car, i said something about not wanting to get up.
we walked in the house, and i jumped online, eager to share my experience with anyone and everyone who would listen. it didn't last long. after almost an hour and a half, my stomach decided to be a little bitch and start whining, so i decided to lie down. i was on the couch, curled in the fetal position listening to lateralus, and i couldn't keep my thoughts in any sort of order. so far, i was doing good, what with holding it down and all. then, i remember thinking "if i get up, i'm gonna puke. if i don't get up, i'm gonna puke." i decided that getting up would be the better idea, as there isn't a toilet in my living room. so, i got up, almost fell over the coffee table from the strange feeling of not having any legs, and headed to the bathroom. you can guess what happened next.
after that point, the night just got wierd. unlike my first dex trip, this one wasn't really all that contemplative or mental. i was becoming delusional, as anyone on bluelight irc can vouch for, i believe. i think i may have said things that i normally wouldn't have said, so please forgive me my trespasses. anyway, my head was expanding for some odd reason, and things kept jumping around. i would look at the lamp, turn my head, look back at the lamp, and it wouldn't be where i remembered it being. of course, my memory was shot past 5 seconds anyway, so that may have had something to do with it. as i sat at the computer, all the words on the screen began to blur and i couldn't tell one line from the next. very interesting, though slightly annoying.
it was then that my friend decided to leave. he had a paper to write for school that was due today, and it was supposed to be pretty long, so he needed to get to work. i told him i would be fine, and he went home. after he left, something popped inside me. i began bouncing around the house, moving here and there, not stopping, babbling incoherently to myself about inane bullshit. i can't even remember what it was, i just remember trying to tell myself to sit down and not listening. physically, it felt alot like an acid trip, but with more inertia. it was insanely fun, and quite exhilirating, too. after my bout of being the fisher king, i finally calmed enough to sit down at the computer again and try to figure out what to do. i sat, talking with friends about my experience and all the time complaining that everything was moving. words would jump from one line to the next and then back again. letters that made one word would appear to me to be forming a different word of their own free will. it was really, *really* wierd. but, i loved every minute of it.
i've noticed that both times, after i've fed the toilet, my trip has gotten more intense. has this happened to anyone else? and is there any reason behind it? also, i'm still looking for a way to keep from puking the tussin back up. any help is much appreciated.
z bottle of cvs brand tussin max strength. only active ingredient was dex, of course. i accompanied my bottle of syrup with about a quart of orange juice, as i have been told that it would help stave off the nausea. it helped to hold it off for about an hour longer than the last time, but i still ended up bowing to the porcelain god. no bother, it was worth it.a friend and i had gone out to find the cvs in a town different from the one we usually go to, as we are trying not to look too suspicious picking up bottles of tussin along with other things that he needs for "experiments." after a stop at a gas station, we got directions to the pharmacy, and lo and behold, we were there in no time. we waltzed in, i grabbed my tussin, paid the lady, and walked out. this is where the phrase "shit eating grin" comes to mind, as i believe i had one on my face as we got into the car. before we were out of the parking lot, i had already cracked the bottle and started drinking. each swig of tussin was followed by a chaser of oj, which tasted quite odd, to say the least.
we had one more stop to make before heading back to my place, and i started feeling a little bit of tingling as we were walking through the store. so far, the oj tip had worked, as it had been about 20 minutes and my stomach hadn't started bitching yet. i figured i was set. we got what he needed and headed back to my place. when we got there, it was approximately an hour after i had started dosing, and almost as long since i had finished the bottle. when we pulled into the drive and he shut off the car, i said something about not wanting to get up.
we walked in the house, and i jumped online, eager to share my experience with anyone and everyone who would listen. it didn't last long. after almost an hour and a half, my stomach decided to be a little bitch and start whining, so i decided to lie down. i was on the couch, curled in the fetal position listening to lateralus, and i couldn't keep my thoughts in any sort of order. so far, i was doing good, what with holding it down and all. then, i remember thinking "if i get up, i'm gonna puke. if i don't get up, i'm gonna puke." i decided that getting up would be the better idea, as there isn't a toilet in my living room. so, i got up, almost fell over the coffee table from the strange feeling of not having any legs, and headed to the bathroom. you can guess what happened next.
after that point, the night just got wierd. unlike my first dex trip, this one wasn't really all that contemplative or mental. i was becoming delusional, as anyone on bluelight irc can vouch for, i believe. i think i may have said things that i normally wouldn't have said, so please forgive me my trespasses. anyway, my head was expanding for some odd reason, and things kept jumping around. i would look at the lamp, turn my head, look back at the lamp, and it wouldn't be where i remembered it being. of course, my memory was shot past 5 seconds anyway, so that may have had something to do with it. as i sat at the computer, all the words on the screen began to blur and i couldn't tell one line from the next. very interesting, though slightly annoying.
it was then that my friend decided to leave. he had a paper to write for school that was due today, and it was supposed to be pretty long, so he needed to get to work. i told him i would be fine, and he went home. after he left, something popped inside me. i began bouncing around the house, moving here and there, not stopping, babbling incoherently to myself about inane bullshit. i can't even remember what it was, i just remember trying to tell myself to sit down and not listening. physically, it felt alot like an acid trip, but with more inertia. it was insanely fun, and quite exhilirating, too. after my bout of being the fisher king, i finally calmed enough to sit down at the computer again and try to figure out what to do. i sat, talking with friends about my experience and all the time complaining that everything was moving. words would jump from one line to the next and then back again. letters that made one word would appear to me to be forming a different word of their own free will. it was really, *really* wierd. but, i loved every minute of it.
i've noticed that both times, after i've fed the toilet, my trip has gotten more intense. has this happened to anyone else? and is there any reason behind it? also, i'm still looking for a way to keep from puking the tussin back up. any help is much appreciated.
