I was just cut off by the most nasty Netherland toxic twin brothers who were there abusive nasty pair of tw"%s excuse me.. that is what I was forced to put up with bring in the UK hun. Now my online search is relentless and I am just about getting myself out of bed
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Thank you for your concern. Yes that's what makes them fun and/or extremely risky depending on one's propensity for instant gratification.
Not sure how much more to elaborate ; if you don't know, then you don't know I guess. I would be happy to answer a less nebulous inquiry.
The first flesh-rotting cannibal drug was alpha-PVP aka flakka afaik. But hexen got quite popular as well. Never had hexen but I loved alpha-PVP, with respect and in appropriate dosages it was a nice stim, better than ritalin.
Thanks, I once downloaded this book but never read it so far, will rectify that soon.
Specially when dosages get wild, yeah. But do the same with alcohol and you might be dead - seen this way are stims pretty safe.
Well circa 2010-2014 one could find "branded" bath salts in certain head shops and places like independently owned corner groceries/In-and-Out shops/gas stations. Often sold behind the counter or in glass cases along with "Spice" (synthetic THC), and other legal highs. They would come in packets or tiny jars and have such "brand names" as Crazy Train, White Lightening, Sextasy, Disco, Ivory Wave, etc etc. What they actually contained varied on what chemical was legal at the time, but they all contained some combination of synthetic cathinone stimulants from the early days with MDPV and Mephedrone, to replacements like a-PVP and hexen...there are at least a dozen other synthetic caths that were used as well, all with the same principle effects. Of course there was no ingredient list, and it was packaged to be used for some ulterior purpose such as "bath salts" , "shoe deoderizer", "hookah cleaner" and various others.
God, that was poetic. It's such a shame about Tom, Dick and Sally Jo. They were such good people...
It was a 3 day binge, I went through 3 grams, IVing it. Yes, I know, I'm an idiot for mainlining something so corrosive, but I'm an addict, and that's just the way she goes... I've had a few very life changing experiences with dissociatives. I started using ketamine a couple months ago, hoping to get some antidepressant benefit, but definitely wasn't using low doses. I love K-holing in the dark with my headphones on. It's indescribable. Also, in 2013, I had just been diagnosed with HIV, and my CD4 count was in the double digits. I barely got out of bed for almost 6 months, when, on Christmas day, I decided to take 650mg of DXM (it has a bad reputation, but when used properly, it's a pretty profound experience, and not gross and stupid like drinking cough syrup in high school). Anyway, I don't know what happened in my brain, but a few days after that, I started sketching in my journal. Later that week I started painting again, and by the end of that month, it was like I had been reborn. I had something like, 15 or so finished canvases, that I was truly happy with, and they all eventually sold. A month later, a friend and I spontaneously ran away together in a car to the west coast, from Maryland. I didn't force any of it. It all just happened, and I was back to myself again. Wow, that was a rant. I'm spun, sorry bout that.
It was my first experience with any dissociative, besides nitrous. At that point in my life, it was exactly what I needed. Being able to step outside of myself, and see my life 100% objectively, made it so much easier to process and accept all the shit I was going through. Traumatic experiences like that diagnosis make it so everything is distorted through the lens of emotion, and it's so hard to see anything at all besides the trauma. I was actually incredibly self centered during that period, and all I could think about was myself and my diagnosis, and my pain and me, me, me. Once I saw myself as just another human on the rock, playing the game of life, I was free from myselfishness.