QuasiStoned
Bluelighter
Still think about this fucking drug sometimes. Man I didn't know what I was stepping into when I placed my first order for a gram of mdpv over the clearnet. I had done a lot of drugs before, but not really any stimulants. What I found in MDPV was such a seemingly unbelievable state of bountiful cool crisp euphoria. I felt that every bump of mdpv I washed into my sinuses was like being a labrat with electrodes hooked into the reward center pathway of the brain. It was unbelievably rewarding. Inevitably this relationship I forged with this drug was to become much more powerful when I switched from snorting to vaping midway through one of my first few binges.
I once read another Bluelighter eloquently describe the refined experience that is vaporzing methylenedioxypyrovalerone: "Smoking MDPV is like sucking Satan's cock." I suppose it was a bit like that. Smoking MDPV was to relinquish the reins of sanity. It was a trip down into the rabbit hole. The psychosis it would produce was subtle at first and somehow seemed to greatly magnify, along with the euphoria, with each passing day. At a certain point the outside world simply goes away, one gets lost in the repetition of smoking and watching pornography for hours at a time. Short term memory goes out the window and the combination of sleep deprivation and dopamine overload causes all of the bizarre behavior we love to read about in these threads.
Hope everyone has been having a good life post MDPV abuse. It's cool to read through some of the recent posts.
I once read another Bluelighter eloquently describe the refined experience that is vaporzing methylenedioxypyrovalerone: "Smoking MDPV is like sucking Satan's cock." I suppose it was a bit like that. Smoking MDPV was to relinquish the reins of sanity. It was a trip down into the rabbit hole. The psychosis it would produce was subtle at first and somehow seemed to greatly magnify, along with the euphoria, with each passing day. At a certain point the outside world simply goes away, one gets lost in the repetition of smoking and watching pornography for hours at a time. Short term memory goes out the window and the combination of sleep deprivation and dopamine overload causes all of the bizarre behavior we love to read about in these threads.
This is an eloquent way to describe the evolution of this thread. I come back here once in a while, drawn here by the siren song. I can go for months at a time without thinking about PV. But the thought of it does cross my mind occasionally and I still remember the raw excitement I'd feel when I would get that pack in the mail, shovel a tiny bit on some foil and open up pandoras box for the next few days. The rush of knowing you were going to be feeling god like with the very real possibility of praying to god for it to end later. Or perhaps becoming convinced that you are, in all actuality, God himself.Probably cos that is mostly what it is these days due to the fact that it does appear to be completely gone. Personally I think this one of the more uniquely interesting threads on all of BL. Yes, yes I am most definitely biased... but I've never known of a thread that charts a drug from initial appearance, goes all through the glory days, puts the batshit crazy days on full view for all to see, chronicles the long, slow, painful return to consensus reality, and settles into whistful nostalgia for a substance that will quite possibly never be seen again...
...
... but we live in hope
(and dread)
Hope everyone has been having a good life post MDPV abuse. It's cool to read through some of the recent posts.
