NextLineIsMine
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Im writing a long time after the event, but out of my long drug history involving your usual laundry list, Mephedrone, and only when mainlined is the one true moment of untainted genuine euphoria I have ever experienced. I had iv'd Heroin before this moment, skipped over all the opiates to the big one. Yes it was very pleasurable but it only provided a very comfortable inward sensation. Id imagine that would be euphoria to some one with things to escape from, which was not me. Id had large ecstasy trips, which brought me wonderful intimate moments but it was still disingenuous to me, in all the swirling pleasure I still had the sense that my contentment was chemically induced and not coming from within.
I liked having large Mephedrone bags (ten grams) around. No one where I lived had tried it and treated me like a king because I had something so pleasurable to provide that they could not get elsewhere. Mephedrone got me laid constantly and incredibly easily, where before sex was something I had to make a sincere effort for, from attractive girls anyway. Now I had only snorted it to this point, one for me one for her, normal girls even (not your classic drug slut). I still felt what I mentioned about E though. I knew they were with me due to its effects and the purity of the euphoria was tainted.
Skip to here if you just want to read the trip report
Now to really explain the supernatural pleasure of this experience to you I need to describe the nature of an intravenous injection. I now understand why the needle is such a notorious step. Drugs are a profound gratification already, to make that gratification instant makes it exponentially more profane
The precision and intimacy of injecting are where its romance lies. I cant but help lay all the tools for the process in an organized fashion before me, my desk cleared of all but a laptop with my music. I pour about a quarter gram (250mg) in my spoon. The mephedrone is so pure that it disappears instantly as I drop the water only a droplet at a time from my syringe into the small pile. Its redundant but I enjoy taking it back up again through the small piece of cotton and twisting a wheel filter in a mechanical steady fashion on to the tip of the refilled syringe. You cant help but adopt a surgical fashion when dealing with medical equipment. I take a large 20 gram needle from its sterile package, inside its cap. I screw it to the tip of the needle and yank the cap away in the same steady fashion. The ritual is over and a filled, filtered, syringe sits before me. I am sitting in my nice office chair before my large handsome wooden desk. This is my bedroom and my large bayview window looks over a sweeping view of my surrounding suburbs and the beach. The sun is setting and making the clouds an intense red pink. I am alone for one and this experience is only mine.
I lay my arm across the desk, line up the needle with the angle of my protruding blue vein. Just as it breaks my skin I pull back to create the vacuum inside the syringe my blood will rush into the moment the needle penetrates. Aside from my one heroin experience this was my first time shooting up and thanks to the mechanical fashion I adopted I did so perfectly.
I entered the vein and the singular pure moment began. This is the moment of complete intimacy. I knew this would be wonderful but I didnt know how much drastically more so than the by other means. The moment of intimacy begins as soon as you see your own blood swirling within the chamber. Within the medium of the fluid it looks like your blood is zero gravity, its thin ribbons curl and embrace the mephedrone laden water. I paused for some time watching my beautiful crimson blood trickle in to the clear fluid. Its just plain blood and water with drugs in it, but at this moment I am looking at the most direct, literal, manifestation of pleasure and euphoria. Due to this significance it now has, my blood and the drug become two entities, and their swirling in the chamber is them coupling before my eyes. I pushed the plunger in a steady fashion but emptied the chamber into myself within two seconds. The needle was gently removed, I pushed my thumb against the tiny wound and drop of blood that sat upon, then raised both arms above me.
There was about five seconds that I waited completely normal and unaffected, still feeling the calm unemotional attitude I had prepared the needle with. There was no introduction. A powerful, incomparable, surge of intense happiness and pleasure overcame all my senses instantly. The absolute euphoria wasnt just happiness and pleasant sensations though. I had only fallen in love with someone once in my life; and it took three years for that love to slowly develop and ripen to fruition. The astounding cascade of serotonin was like the development and process of that love had been distilled into this moment, like three years experienced all at once. I was not thinking a single thought at this moment. I didnt even utter a small word of astonishment. I went limp, languid, and sighed as I span my chair ninety degrees to look out my window. What was more profound about this sense of instantly falling in an all encompassing love was that it was directed at no person or object. I wouldn't even say the hippie cliche that I was in love with everything or the universe. I felt a pure indisputable love that was directed at nothing, it felt innate, and only from with in me. Im not just saying that it made me feel a intense self esteem. I only experienced this love and its sensations, it needed no context or justifications. This is exactly why this particular "bliss" was supernatural and utterly unique.
The moment where I only experienced pleasure and did not think probably didnt last much longer than twenty to thirty seconds before it became a pleasure I could place into context in my mind and have an inner dialogue about. I felt a very strong euphoria for another half hour before it began to denigrate to any degree.
Despite a fear of sounding arrogant I think I could safely say I touched the most intense pleasure a man could be capable of touching. The power of it I found very frightening though, even having a shared orgasm with a beautiful woman I loved the first time we had sex after being intimate friends for three years didnt even come close. To think I could experience such an utter untainted satisfaction from a chemical reaction brought on by a drug makes me have serious doubts to the meaning of things such as relationships and the all encompassing love rush one is supposed to have upon having a child with someone they care about deeply.
I am left almost sure that love for a child or woman is almost surely or predominantly the sensation of serotonin, or whatever the mechanism a rush of mephedrone works upon.
I experienced the pinnacle of euphoria. I didnt repeat the experience because of my later intimidation by how completely overwhelming that moment, that "rush" was. Ive had a fantastic life full of fun and tight unique friends who know me well yet mephedrone gave me the best moment of my life thus far (21).
I feel like I had my wonderful life of my own volition; Then, not love for a woman or a child (what are supposed to be the most rewarding things we can possibly experience) but a little lump of powder comes and slaps me in the face it can beat anything I can do to make myself happy
I really hope I have, at least an equally pleasurable moment in my life, without an artificial drug rush or nothing, by comparison, has any meaning.
I liked having large Mephedrone bags (ten grams) around. No one where I lived had tried it and treated me like a king because I had something so pleasurable to provide that they could not get elsewhere. Mephedrone got me laid constantly and incredibly easily, where before sex was something I had to make a sincere effort for, from attractive girls anyway. Now I had only snorted it to this point, one for me one for her, normal girls even (not your classic drug slut). I still felt what I mentioned about E though. I knew they were with me due to its effects and the purity of the euphoria was tainted.
Skip to here if you just want to read the trip report
Now to really explain the supernatural pleasure of this experience to you I need to describe the nature of an intravenous injection. I now understand why the needle is such a notorious step. Drugs are a profound gratification already, to make that gratification instant makes it exponentially more profane
The precision and intimacy of injecting are where its romance lies. I cant but help lay all the tools for the process in an organized fashion before me, my desk cleared of all but a laptop with my music. I pour about a quarter gram (250mg) in my spoon. The mephedrone is so pure that it disappears instantly as I drop the water only a droplet at a time from my syringe into the small pile. Its redundant but I enjoy taking it back up again through the small piece of cotton and twisting a wheel filter in a mechanical steady fashion on to the tip of the refilled syringe. You cant help but adopt a surgical fashion when dealing with medical equipment. I take a large 20 gram needle from its sterile package, inside its cap. I screw it to the tip of the needle and yank the cap away in the same steady fashion. The ritual is over and a filled, filtered, syringe sits before me. I am sitting in my nice office chair before my large handsome wooden desk. This is my bedroom and my large bayview window looks over a sweeping view of my surrounding suburbs and the beach. The sun is setting and making the clouds an intense red pink. I am alone for one and this experience is only mine.
I lay my arm across the desk, line up the needle with the angle of my protruding blue vein. Just as it breaks my skin I pull back to create the vacuum inside the syringe my blood will rush into the moment the needle penetrates. Aside from my one heroin experience this was my first time shooting up and thanks to the mechanical fashion I adopted I did so perfectly.
I entered the vein and the singular pure moment began. This is the moment of complete intimacy. I knew this would be wonderful but I didnt know how much drastically more so than the by other means. The moment of intimacy begins as soon as you see your own blood swirling within the chamber. Within the medium of the fluid it looks like your blood is zero gravity, its thin ribbons curl and embrace the mephedrone laden water. I paused for some time watching my beautiful crimson blood trickle in to the clear fluid. Its just plain blood and water with drugs in it, but at this moment I am looking at the most direct, literal, manifestation of pleasure and euphoria. Due to this significance it now has, my blood and the drug become two entities, and their swirling in the chamber is them coupling before my eyes. I pushed the plunger in a steady fashion but emptied the chamber into myself within two seconds. The needle was gently removed, I pushed my thumb against the tiny wound and drop of blood that sat upon, then raised both arms above me.
There was about five seconds that I waited completely normal and unaffected, still feeling the calm unemotional attitude I had prepared the needle with. There was no introduction. A powerful, incomparable, surge of intense happiness and pleasure overcame all my senses instantly. The absolute euphoria wasnt just happiness and pleasant sensations though. I had only fallen in love with someone once in my life; and it took three years for that love to slowly develop and ripen to fruition. The astounding cascade of serotonin was like the development and process of that love had been distilled into this moment, like three years experienced all at once. I was not thinking a single thought at this moment. I didnt even utter a small word of astonishment. I went limp, languid, and sighed as I span my chair ninety degrees to look out my window. What was more profound about this sense of instantly falling in an all encompassing love was that it was directed at no person or object. I wouldn't even say the hippie cliche that I was in love with everything or the universe. I felt a pure indisputable love that was directed at nothing, it felt innate, and only from with in me. Im not just saying that it made me feel a intense self esteem. I only experienced this love and its sensations, it needed no context or justifications. This is exactly why this particular "bliss" was supernatural and utterly unique.
The moment where I only experienced pleasure and did not think probably didnt last much longer than twenty to thirty seconds before it became a pleasure I could place into context in my mind and have an inner dialogue about. I felt a very strong euphoria for another half hour before it began to denigrate to any degree.
Despite a fear of sounding arrogant I think I could safely say I touched the most intense pleasure a man could be capable of touching. The power of it I found very frightening though, even having a shared orgasm with a beautiful woman I loved the first time we had sex after being intimate friends for three years didnt even come close. To think I could experience such an utter untainted satisfaction from a chemical reaction brought on by a drug makes me have serious doubts to the meaning of things such as relationships and the all encompassing love rush one is supposed to have upon having a child with someone they care about deeply.
I am left almost sure that love for a child or woman is almost surely or predominantly the sensation of serotonin, or whatever the mechanism a rush of mephedrone works upon.
I experienced the pinnacle of euphoria. I didnt repeat the experience because of my later intimidation by how completely overwhelming that moment, that "rush" was. Ive had a fantastic life full of fun and tight unique friends who know me well yet mephedrone gave me the best moment of my life thus far (21).
I feel like I had my wonderful life of my own volition; Then, not love for a woman or a child (what are supposed to be the most rewarding things we can possibly experience) but a little lump of powder comes and slaps me in the face it can beat anything I can do to make myself happy
I really hope I have, at least an equally pleasurable moment in my life, without an artificial drug rush or nothing, by comparison, has any meaning.
