intravenous
Bluelighter
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- Jul 31, 2007
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This is an old report, I just posted it because I'm new here and thought some people might like to read it.
After smoking wet numerous times and loving every moment of it, I decided to take the plunge and, well, depress the plunger last night. Having experienced an IV ketamine shot of 30mg I thought I knew what to expect, boy was this crazy gypnigger taken by surprise.
I pulled out all the stops in my quest to get my hands on some good quality PCP on this side of the pond [Australia], I didn't want any of the PCC bullshit flowing through my veins, and finally, with the aid of a mate of a mate, was able to track down a cook willing to prepare this tasty meal for me. I couldn't help but grin as the small lump of brown material, looking kind of like hash really, was flung my way for a nominal fee.
Finally, last night, the moment had arrived. After a hard days work I settled up everything on the homefront then got to work with the tools of my trade, an insulin syringe, a spoon, lab grade ethanol (diluted with saline due to my inability to find any propylene glycol) sourced from a klepto university science student who I happen to do a lot of business with, cotton and a pinwheel filter.
To begin with I measured out 3.5mg of the brown putty ( I wished to inject approximately 3mg so I added a little more to compensate for losses in the preparation of my shot). This was diluted with 25 units of ethanol/saline solution and then drawn through my cotton to remove the insolubles. This solution was then drawn through my pinwheel filter.
Now we were down to the pointy end of things, in more ways then one, so I settled back on the roof of my womans car and began the familiar routine of tourniquet, puncture, register, release, depress.
Within a few seconds it had begun.
According to my girlfriend, who came in to check on me very soon after I shot up, I lay unconscious for around 90 minutes. She was one number away from finishing dialing the ambulance when I began to move. During that 90 minutes my recollection is zero. However, after that the fun began.
I tried to sit up and my body just wouldn't work. Trying to sit caused my arm to flail and I promptly fell of the roof of the car onto the ground. I didn't feel any pain whatsoever though, I felt nothing to be honest, and the entire sensation of falling was incredibly bizarre and cool. It was as if I was tumbling through a highly viscous liquid, with everything around my growing in the strangest ways. I found this hilarious and began to laugh, which caused a feeling that my tongue was rolling out of my mouth onto the ground, almost like something out of a cartoon.
It was after this fall that I had a very nice out of body experience. I remember the single thought "Am I really here?" passing through my mind, then it was as though my brain detached from my body and soared around the room for hours. I'm not sure how long that lasted for but apparently, again according to the woman, I sat very nearly motionless for around 30 minutes.
When this was over I began to feel more in control of myself so I stood up and was drawn towards the front of the car. Walking that metre and a half or so was one of the most challenging undertakings of my life however. My legs kept wanting to break free from my body and were monstrously long and hard to control, almost like stilts. Finally I made it to the front of the car and sat staring at it for a good 45 minutes, watching the headlights grow to an enormous size, almost taking up the entire garage, then shrinking down to nothing. That whole time I felt as though I was running the fastest 100m on record, but I was just sitting still.
It was after this that I began to very quickly come down and everything began to feel like a moderate dose ketamine experience, complete with the spins. The only unusual factor being that I felt my ears detach from my body and reach a position where I could see them. This was the last major hallucination I experienced.
All up the IV PCP experience lasted approximately 4 hours and was far more visual, albeit in a strange way, than I had anticipated. It was vastly different to my experience with 30mg of intravenous ketamine, where I had a total OBE and looked down on my non-moving body as though I was dead. This was a pleasant experience however, although it was extreme in terms of how fucked up I was which makes it something that can never really be taken out of a closed environment, my body simply didnt function well enough to be anywhere but a dirty, old garage. I intend to try it again, next time with a higher dosage.
Don't propagate the myths that PCP is evil. Experience things for yourself before you blindly believe what you've heard. Moderate your dosage and you will be fine. Be safe and have fun kids
.
After smoking wet numerous times and loving every moment of it, I decided to take the plunge and, well, depress the plunger last night. Having experienced an IV ketamine shot of 30mg I thought I knew what to expect, boy was this crazy gypnigger taken by surprise.
I pulled out all the stops in my quest to get my hands on some good quality PCP on this side of the pond [Australia], I didn't want any of the PCC bullshit flowing through my veins, and finally, with the aid of a mate of a mate, was able to track down a cook willing to prepare this tasty meal for me. I couldn't help but grin as the small lump of brown material, looking kind of like hash really, was flung my way for a nominal fee.
Finally, last night, the moment had arrived. After a hard days work I settled up everything on the homefront then got to work with the tools of my trade, an insulin syringe, a spoon, lab grade ethanol (diluted with saline due to my inability to find any propylene glycol) sourced from a klepto university science student who I happen to do a lot of business with, cotton and a pinwheel filter.
To begin with I measured out 3.5mg of the brown putty ( I wished to inject approximately 3mg so I added a little more to compensate for losses in the preparation of my shot). This was diluted with 25 units of ethanol/saline solution and then drawn through my cotton to remove the insolubles. This solution was then drawn through my pinwheel filter.
Now we were down to the pointy end of things, in more ways then one, so I settled back on the roof of my womans car and began the familiar routine of tourniquet, puncture, register, release, depress.
Within a few seconds it had begun.
According to my girlfriend, who came in to check on me very soon after I shot up, I lay unconscious for around 90 minutes. She was one number away from finishing dialing the ambulance when I began to move. During that 90 minutes my recollection is zero. However, after that the fun began.
I tried to sit up and my body just wouldn't work. Trying to sit caused my arm to flail and I promptly fell of the roof of the car onto the ground. I didn't feel any pain whatsoever though, I felt nothing to be honest, and the entire sensation of falling was incredibly bizarre and cool. It was as if I was tumbling through a highly viscous liquid, with everything around my growing in the strangest ways. I found this hilarious and began to laugh, which caused a feeling that my tongue was rolling out of my mouth onto the ground, almost like something out of a cartoon.
It was after this fall that I had a very nice out of body experience. I remember the single thought "Am I really here?" passing through my mind, then it was as though my brain detached from my body and soared around the room for hours. I'm not sure how long that lasted for but apparently, again according to the woman, I sat very nearly motionless for around 30 minutes.
When this was over I began to feel more in control of myself so I stood up and was drawn towards the front of the car. Walking that metre and a half or so was one of the most challenging undertakings of my life however. My legs kept wanting to break free from my body and were monstrously long and hard to control, almost like stilts. Finally I made it to the front of the car and sat staring at it for a good 45 minutes, watching the headlights grow to an enormous size, almost taking up the entire garage, then shrinking down to nothing. That whole time I felt as though I was running the fastest 100m on record, but I was just sitting still.
It was after this that I began to very quickly come down and everything began to feel like a moderate dose ketamine experience, complete with the spins. The only unusual factor being that I felt my ears detach from my body and reach a position where I could see them. This was the last major hallucination I experienced.
All up the IV PCP experience lasted approximately 4 hours and was far more visual, albeit in a strange way, than I had anticipated. It was vastly different to my experience with 30mg of intravenous ketamine, where I had a total OBE and looked down on my non-moving body as though I was dead. This was a pleasant experience however, although it was extreme in terms of how fucked up I was which makes it something that can never really be taken out of a closed environment, my body simply didnt function well enough to be anywhere but a dirty, old garage. I intend to try it again, next time with a higher dosage.
Don't propagate the myths that PCP is evil. Experience things for yourself before you blindly believe what you've heard. Moderate your dosage and you will be fine. Be safe and have fun kids
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