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Bluelighter
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- Aug 8, 2007
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Let me start of by saying that i've done ketamine probably over 100 times, and every time I get close to k-holing.. the whole experience turns from interesting to dysphoric rather quickly... nausea is often the culprit, As I often throw up on big doses of k.
It all started with me getting a little lucky when i bought a vial. The dealer gave me my friend a fat baggie with 4.5+ grams of rock. I knew where this ketamine came from, and the source usually has good kitty (plus i've tried it before) so I was a little pleased.
The trip starts with me fumbling to make some lines, I poured out what I know beleive to be a bit less than a vial. Crushing it up took a while, but it seems reality was slowly slipping before I even sniffed this shit. I was getting lost in the world of trying to break up the k, lining it up, forgetting where i was, remembering I'm at home and that I'm suppoused to sniff this quickly (I was a bit under the influence of k at the time from earlier)
I finally was able to make two fat lines and started sniffing them. For some reason (???) I decided it would be a good idea to do a little booster bump while im still sober enough. So I dumped out some more from my bag but a lot fell off... about another .2 oh fuck whats going on now? Am I not suppoused to do this quickly? am I alone or at home? are my friends over? should I make them lines? (bear in mind this is at 2 am in the morning while im alone in my room)
at this point i noticed the tv was on... I was starting to get very very high, i could barley keep mt eyes open so I looked to the tv to try and ground me.
It was sportscentre... talking about some hockey player doing something terrible... yet the whole time i thought the news caster was somehow implying that me sniffing ketamine had something to do with it. I got the impression that my world (me sitting iin my chair doing lines of k) and the outside world of news/sports were somehow interconnected? That this newscaster was far more local than i'd hoped and that he knew what I was doing. infact i got the impression that the hockey player had done a lot of ketamine and was now being criticized for it.
And then came the long and daunting task of putting the k away and cleaning up. At this point my whole world had changed. depth perception was out of the window, items in my room were of different sized, in different proportions and looked really... fake. As things ususally do on ketamine.
After probabblly 10 minutes of trying to put my k in my wallet and put my wallet behind my bed, I finally succeeded and made it out of my room.
I wanted to make sure that no one was standing outside listening to me trip out so I stumbled outside and into the kitchekn, when I forgot why I was there.
I look to my right and see my bathroom, and what happens next is hard to describe.
Visually I was a wreck.. I could not focus on anything for more than a tenth of a second, shit was changing shape but in a very alien manner. Mostly size and shinyness were affected. I ended up puking twice in the sink and once in my toilet (???) it took me a little over 45 minutes for my high self to slowly sober up enough to figure out to clean the sink. For tyhe longest time I had my hands submerged in the puke/water mix filling the sink as i tried to get it to drain.
when i finally made it back to my bed i turned on the lights in my room and made sure i didint leave any evidence. After lying down on my bed I realized that after a whole hour of dosing... I was still fuckin high....as high as i usually would be off a half a vial...
Sorry if this was long, just a little post-ketamine-ass-rape rant I had to get out -.-
substancecode_ketamine
methodcode_nasal
explevel_experienced
It all started with me getting a little lucky when i bought a vial. The dealer gave me my friend a fat baggie with 4.5+ grams of rock. I knew where this ketamine came from, and the source usually has good kitty (plus i've tried it before) so I was a little pleased.
The trip starts with me fumbling to make some lines, I poured out what I know beleive to be a bit less than a vial. Crushing it up took a while, but it seems reality was slowly slipping before I even sniffed this shit. I was getting lost in the world of trying to break up the k, lining it up, forgetting where i was, remembering I'm at home and that I'm suppoused to sniff this quickly (I was a bit under the influence of k at the time from earlier)
I finally was able to make two fat lines and started sniffing them. For some reason (???) I decided it would be a good idea to do a little booster bump while im still sober enough. So I dumped out some more from my bag but a lot fell off... about another .2 oh fuck whats going on now? Am I not suppoused to do this quickly? am I alone or at home? are my friends over? should I make them lines? (bear in mind this is at 2 am in the morning while im alone in my room)
at this point i noticed the tv was on... I was starting to get very very high, i could barley keep mt eyes open so I looked to the tv to try and ground me.
It was sportscentre... talking about some hockey player doing something terrible... yet the whole time i thought the news caster was somehow implying that me sniffing ketamine had something to do with it. I got the impression that my world (me sitting iin my chair doing lines of k) and the outside world of news/sports were somehow interconnected? That this newscaster was far more local than i'd hoped and that he knew what I was doing. infact i got the impression that the hockey player had done a lot of ketamine and was now being criticized for it.
And then came the long and daunting task of putting the k away and cleaning up. At this point my whole world had changed. depth perception was out of the window, items in my room were of different sized, in different proportions and looked really... fake. As things ususally do on ketamine.
After probabblly 10 minutes of trying to put my k in my wallet and put my wallet behind my bed, I finally succeeded and made it out of my room.
I wanted to make sure that no one was standing outside listening to me trip out so I stumbled outside and into the kitchekn, when I forgot why I was there.
I look to my right and see my bathroom, and what happens next is hard to describe.
Visually I was a wreck.. I could not focus on anything for more than a tenth of a second, shit was changing shape but in a very alien manner. Mostly size and shinyness were affected. I ended up puking twice in the sink and once in my toilet (???) it took me a little over 45 minutes for my high self to slowly sober up enough to figure out to clean the sink. For tyhe longest time I had my hands submerged in the puke/water mix filling the sink as i tried to get it to drain.
when i finally made it back to my bed i turned on the lights in my room and made sure i didint leave any evidence. After lying down on my bed I realized that after a whole hour of dosing... I was still fuckin high....as high as i usually would be off a half a vial...
Sorry if this was long, just a little post-ketamine-ass-rape rant I had to get out -.-
substancecode_ketamine
methodcode_nasal
explevel_experienced
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