Limpet Chicken
Bluelighter
This all happened at a party I went to not long ago, I'm not quite sure how long exactly it has been since, I am almost back to consensus reality at the moment, just gradually getting less spaced out.
My friend K, was throwing a party, because it was her birthday the next day, K is 14-15 or so, major pillhead type, but a very good friend of mine, I however, hadn't done MDMA before.
I brought some stuff with me, for the party, prepared yopo snuff, and two small bottles filled with diethyl ether to add to the party.
There was a bit of tension at the start, someone was pissed off due to a rabid phet comedown, but once the vodka started flowing, of which we had 10-12 people or so, and 6-7 liters of vodka, things started to ease up a little, anyway, I had a few drinks, and me and this hippy-tripper type guy were talking, so I ended up breaking out the yopo, then the ether after it, thats when it hit me, hard as shit, I got so dissociated, wierd visual effects, and deja-vu, endless looping wierd thoughts, which was a little strange, as ether has never hit me THAT hard before.
I must have just been spacing out, listening to the music and stuff for a bit, buteventually, someone started handing round pills, I think it might have been K, but I can't be certain, so already a bit fucked, I dropped mine, hardly realising it.
After the E kicked in decently, I decided to snort some more yopo, and ended up snorting more than I planned on, due to the spacial distortions and stuff I was experiencing, BAD idea on my part, I began to feel the outer edges of my ego pretty much getting the living shit shaken out of it the bodyload was intense, electric feeling, I was sat on the floor with two mates, almost unable to move, although I sort of got snapped back to my senses then, because my younger friend puked from drinking too much, which was too much, and I knew I had to drag my ass to the loo and relieve my stomach of some excess alcohol
On throwing up, the bodyload from the yopo started to fade a little, and the nausea had vanished suddenly, I just made sure my friend was feeling better, ended up giving her an e-ed up backrub, chilled with her, listened to music and shit, hugged people, etc.![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
All in all, by the time I had to leave, I was pretty much toasted, so eventually I left, but not before being press-ganged into coming along for the ride with K and her mom, going on a mission to buy more phet, the ride was pretty hairy, K's mom on the fone 24/7 whilst driving full pelt down the roads until we met her dealer, they got their shit, I bought a tenners worth of white paste speed, which when dried, came out to weigh 1.7g, K's mom kindly dropped me off on the road I live on, saving me a good 2 hours walk or so, went to my room, and went down again, asking my parents where the hell I just put my speed, it was fairly obvious they could see I was pretty high, I couldn't stop talking, grinding my jaw like crazy, and my eyes, when I finally found the phet on my damn bed, were absolutely wired up.
Around that time, is when I started losing my memory of the events to follow, I remember busting out a few lines, and plugging quarter of a gram or so, then, waking up, sore, coming down hard, irritable and hungover as fuck, and found that I had just one small line left of the speed, I have absolutely no recollection of taking it that night, but looking at it, I must have got it home, plugged a quarter of it, then just blew the rest in one or two lines
Uggh, that day, I was dehydrated, and coming down really hard, and by then, I hadn't slept for 5-6 days or so, and blowing all that phet I think, pushed me over the edge, I was really dissociated, and for all intents and purposes, closer to neptune, than to consensus normality, I was sat in front of my computer, listening to music distorting itself, seeing the shadow people out in force, I remember vaguelly, things kept moving, illusory images, looking in the mirror for example, which turned itself into a shadowy net of red lace, with a girl, appearing in the center, bleeding and trying to shout something.
I dont remember most of that night, but last night was just as bad, seeing people moving in my room, whispering evil things, uggh, I am just glad I eventually got to sleep, and thank fuck, the sleep deprivation effects are gone, hopefully tomorrow, I will be 100% back to baseline again.
My friend K, was throwing a party, because it was her birthday the next day, K is 14-15 or so, major pillhead type, but a very good friend of mine, I however, hadn't done MDMA before.
I brought some stuff with me, for the party, prepared yopo snuff, and two small bottles filled with diethyl ether to add to the party.
There was a bit of tension at the start, someone was pissed off due to a rabid phet comedown, but once the vodka started flowing, of which we had 10-12 people or so, and 6-7 liters of vodka, things started to ease up a little, anyway, I had a few drinks, and me and this hippy-tripper type guy were talking, so I ended up breaking out the yopo, then the ether after it, thats when it hit me, hard as shit, I got so dissociated, wierd visual effects, and deja-vu, endless looping wierd thoughts, which was a little strange, as ether has never hit me THAT hard before.
I must have just been spacing out, listening to the music and stuff for a bit, buteventually, someone started handing round pills, I think it might have been K, but I can't be certain, so already a bit fucked, I dropped mine, hardly realising it.
After the E kicked in decently, I decided to snort some more yopo, and ended up snorting more than I planned on, due to the spacial distortions and stuff I was experiencing, BAD idea on my part, I began to feel the outer edges of my ego pretty much getting the living shit shaken out of it the bodyload was intense, electric feeling, I was sat on the floor with two mates, almost unable to move, although I sort of got snapped back to my senses then, because my younger friend puked from drinking too much, which was too much, and I knew I had to drag my ass to the loo and relieve my stomach of some excess alcohol
On throwing up, the bodyload from the yopo started to fade a little, and the nausea had vanished suddenly, I just made sure my friend was feeling better, ended up giving her an e-ed up backrub, chilled with her, listened to music and shit, hugged people, etc.
All in all, by the time I had to leave, I was pretty much toasted, so eventually I left, but not before being press-ganged into coming along for the ride with K and her mom, going on a mission to buy more phet, the ride was pretty hairy, K's mom on the fone 24/7 whilst driving full pelt down the roads until we met her dealer, they got their shit, I bought a tenners worth of white paste speed, which when dried, came out to weigh 1.7g, K's mom kindly dropped me off on the road I live on, saving me a good 2 hours walk or so, went to my room, and went down again, asking my parents where the hell I just put my speed, it was fairly obvious they could see I was pretty high, I couldn't stop talking, grinding my jaw like crazy, and my eyes, when I finally found the phet on my damn bed, were absolutely wired up.
Around that time, is when I started losing my memory of the events to follow, I remember busting out a few lines, and plugging quarter of a gram or so, then, waking up, sore, coming down hard, irritable and hungover as fuck, and found that I had just one small line left of the speed, I have absolutely no recollection of taking it that night, but looking at it, I must have got it home, plugged a quarter of it, then just blew the rest in one or two lines
Uggh, that day, I was dehydrated, and coming down really hard, and by then, I hadn't slept for 5-6 days or so, and blowing all that phet I think, pushed me over the edge, I was really dissociated, and for all intents and purposes, closer to neptune, than to consensus normality, I was sat in front of my computer, listening to music distorting itself, seeing the shadow people out in force, I remember vaguelly, things kept moving, illusory images, looking in the mirror for example, which turned itself into a shadowy net of red lace, with a girl, appearing in the center, bleeding and trying to shout something.
I dont remember most of that night, but last night was just as bad, seeing people moving in my room, whispering evil things, uggh, I am just glad I eventually got to sleep, and thank fuck, the sleep deprivation effects are gone, hopefully tomorrow, I will be 100% back to baseline again.
