Rant about losing Stim Rant
---------------------------------------------Starting around 5:20am this morning, I spent 2 hours writing, editing, rewriting and condensing the ultimate Stim-Rant of the century, whilst tripping simultaneously, as a result of a multi-day binge on MPA, 5-MeO-DALT, Alcohol and Sleep Deprivation.
Apparently, BL (which is henceforth an entity in itself) didn't appreciate my frantic tap-tap-tapping away at the keypad with the enthusiasm of a spoiled child at Christmas after a double dose of Ritalin. BL found it more suitable to not submit my post, blaming a 'missing security token', whilst making it impossible to access my post by going back a page, which I can do every single other time.
T'was a Fucked Sprout as I was writing, but now I'm both coming down hard and incredibly pissed off about losing my Stim-Rant. Bad times.
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Version of Stim-Rant after some editing, I think, definitely not original.
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Fuckedy-fuck-fucked is ol' Sprout.
Had 3.5g of each MPA and 5-MeO-DALT delivered on Wednesday. What started as a low dose of MPA to check I wasn't sold bunk has become the most functional binge I've ever been on. Had 4 hours sleep in the last 72 hours, in addition to minimal solid food intake, though I have been consuming protein/meal replacement shakes and various vitamins/supplements/minerals etc. to ensure my body isn't entirely depleted. I have barely been 'not high' since the package arrived. I've been dumping MPA into bottled water and drinking it constantly, at higher and higher concentrations, sometimes alongside 5-MeO. The first dose of MPA was 30mg dissolved in water and consumed over 15 minutes. After 2 hours I thought to myself 'This is shit, I barely feel altered'. Then the last 2 hours became clear: I had cleaned, no, blitzed the kitchen, hallway, living room and bathroom. I didn't even realise how effective MPA was being until it began wearing off. I felt zero difference between sobriety and high, but the effects were obvious on retrospect.
Thursday I worked for 16 hours straight on University assignments and by Friday morning (zero sleep) I'd completed all my work, along with the work of 7 (!) other people due to their sheer fucking laziness: A mini dissertation and group presentation that was supposed to take 8 people an entire week ended up being done by my completely gacked out self in just over 4 hours.
Friday (I think?): MPA throughout the morning, 3 drinks in the pub at 3pm, before heading home to get ready for going out 'on the town' that night. 11:30pm myself and 10 others leave for the club, after I consumed several rather sizeable doses of both MPA and 5-MeO-DALT. Fairly average club night - Deep House, not my thing but couldn't help dancing like a spastic octopus with no rhythm, ha! 30mg 5-MeO-DALT bombed and 3 small MPA redoses were eaten as raw powder - the cat piss flavour of good Phet alongside that yummy, Sulphurous Thiophene ring. Redoses ~30-45mins apart (I think: sense of time fucked). Had the wrong time memorised for the last bus to my town from Manchester - it left at 2:15am, as opposed to 2:30 like I thought, leaving a very pissed off Sprout when I got to the bus stop at 2:20am. Had to get the only other bus running anywhere near my place. Jumped on said bus as it arrived promptly at 3am to drunken jeers of Manchester's dregs. Got off at 3:40am and had an 8-mile walk at stupid hours of the morning, alone, in the freezing cold, with a 'waking hangover' and a stim crash with typical Tryptamine Stomach. Obviously I justified re-dosing MPA and added a ridiculous amount of it, ~400mg to approx 100ml water. Ended up drinking half of it to wash down a finger dab of 5-MeO
Fell through front door at 5ish, watched sunrise while tripping, amazing.
Cue me stood in kitchen corner at 6/7am as a sweaty, hardcore gurning, heavy tripping watching sunlight filter through steel blinds and explode into colours. Primary mostly, some secondary.
Oh, one more thing: I gave 2 friends of mine some MPA before we left for, and while at, the club, no more than 125mg each total (including redoses) and they both said it felt 'like MD(MA) but smoother ... streamlined'. One of them spent most of the night frantically jaw gnashing, eyes wide, pupils dialated extremely, announcing 'This feels so fucking goooood!' repeatedly.
The comparison to MDMA shocked me as I get zero empathy and tactile euphoria unless I add some 5-MeO.
I think the pair of them comparing it to MD says more about the quality of the '£35 a gram' (price alone says it all) 'brown powder' (again; the fuck?) 'MDMA' they are used to than it does about MPA. I imagine it is nothing more than low dose speed, the cheapest empathogen their dealer can get, dyed brown and cut with brown sugar. Hell, maybe Bisto!
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This rant is not V1, the original piece is irrecoverable. This was edited in some places at some point in the AM on Saturday, I don't remember doing it but my memory is shot.
Note: change in language usage, syntax, grammar, punctuation and overall tone.
It took so long to write that I was dosing, writing while high, writing while crashing, and writing while getting close to baseline.
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It is 1:30am on Sunday morning as I type this, mental state has deteriorated, massively. Sleep Deprivation Hallucinations began at 8/9am on Saturday, tunnel vision, things on visual periphery were, and are, compressed, still images appearing to move as if a video. Bodily/mental state continued to worsen as hours went by. At 3pm on Saturday I was stood upright watching TV. According to my brother: in the space of a few seconds my chin tucked towards my chest with high velocity and I collapsed into a heap on the floor. I do not remember this happening. I do remember awakening with a shock, a huge buzzing noise in my ears, and seeing a pile of clothing in the corner begin to move towards me, growling, hissing and snarling as it did. A panic attack ensued.
---------------------------------------------Starting around 5:20am this morning, I spent 2 hours writing, editing, rewriting and condensing the ultimate Stim-Rant of the century, whilst tripping simultaneously, as a result of a multi-day binge on MPA, 5-MeO-DALT, Alcohol and Sleep Deprivation.
Apparently, BL (which is henceforth an entity in itself) didn't appreciate my frantic tap-tap-tapping away at the keypad with the enthusiasm of a spoiled child at Christmas after a double dose of Ritalin. BL found it more suitable to not submit my post, blaming a 'missing security token', whilst making it impossible to access my post by going back a page, which I can do every single other time.
T'was a Fucked Sprout as I was writing, but now I'm both coming down hard and incredibly pissed off about losing my Stim-Rant. Bad times.
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Version of Stim-Rant after some editing, I think, definitely not original.
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Fuckedy-fuck-fucked is ol' Sprout.
Had 3.5g of each MPA and 5-MeO-DALT delivered on Wednesday. What started as a low dose of MPA to check I wasn't sold bunk has become the most functional binge I've ever been on. Had 4 hours sleep in the last 72 hours, in addition to minimal solid food intake, though I have been consuming protein/meal replacement shakes and various vitamins/supplements/minerals etc. to ensure my body isn't entirely depleted. I have barely been 'not high' since the package arrived. I've been dumping MPA into bottled water and drinking it constantly, at higher and higher concentrations, sometimes alongside 5-MeO. The first dose of MPA was 30mg dissolved in water and consumed over 15 minutes. After 2 hours I thought to myself 'This is shit, I barely feel altered'. Then the last 2 hours became clear: I had cleaned, no, blitzed the kitchen, hallway, living room and bathroom. I didn't even realise how effective MPA was being until it began wearing off. I felt zero difference between sobriety and high, but the effects were obvious on retrospect.
Thursday I worked for 16 hours straight on University assignments and by Friday morning (zero sleep) I'd completed all my work, along with the work of 7 (!) other people due to their sheer fucking laziness: A mini dissertation and group presentation that was supposed to take 8 people an entire week ended up being done by my completely gacked out self in just over 4 hours.
Friday (I think?): MPA throughout the morning, 3 drinks in the pub at 3pm, before heading home to get ready for going out 'on the town' that night. 11:30pm myself and 10 others leave for the club, after I consumed several rather sizeable doses of both MPA and 5-MeO-DALT. Fairly average club night - Deep House, not my thing but couldn't help dancing like a spastic octopus with no rhythm, ha! 30mg 5-MeO-DALT bombed and 3 small MPA redoses were eaten as raw powder - the cat piss flavour of good Phet alongside that yummy, Sulphurous Thiophene ring. Redoses ~30-45mins apart (I think: sense of time fucked). Had the wrong time memorised for the last bus to my town from Manchester - it left at 2:15am, as opposed to 2:30 like I thought, leaving a very pissed off Sprout when I got to the bus stop at 2:20am. Had to get the only other bus running anywhere near my place. Jumped on said bus as it arrived promptly at 3am to drunken jeers of Manchester's dregs. Got off at 3:40am and had an 8-mile walk at stupid hours of the morning, alone, in the freezing cold, with a 'waking hangover' and a stim crash with typical Tryptamine Stomach. Obviously I justified re-dosing MPA and added a ridiculous amount of it, ~400mg to approx 100ml water. Ended up drinking half of it to wash down a finger dab of 5-MeO
Fell through front door at 5ish, watched sunrise while tripping, amazing.
Cue me stood in kitchen corner at 6/7am as a sweaty, hardcore gurning, heavy tripping watching sunlight filter through steel blinds and explode into colours. Primary mostly, some secondary.
Oh, one more thing: I gave 2 friends of mine some MPA before we left for, and while at, the club, no more than 125mg each total (including redoses) and they both said it felt 'like MD(MA) but smoother ... streamlined'. One of them spent most of the night frantically jaw gnashing, eyes wide, pupils dialated extremely, announcing 'This feels so fucking goooood!' repeatedly.
The comparison to MDMA shocked me as I get zero empathy and tactile euphoria unless I add some 5-MeO.
I think the pair of them comparing it to MD says more about the quality of the '£35 a gram' (price alone says it all) 'brown powder' (again; the fuck?) 'MDMA' they are used to than it does about MPA. I imagine it is nothing more than low dose speed, the cheapest empathogen their dealer can get, dyed brown and cut with brown sugar. Hell, maybe Bisto!
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This rant is not V1, the original piece is irrecoverable. This was edited in some places at some point in the AM on Saturday, I don't remember doing it but my memory is shot.
Note: change in language usage, syntax, grammar, punctuation and overall tone.
It took so long to write that I was dosing, writing while high, writing while crashing, and writing while getting close to baseline.
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It is 1:30am on Sunday morning as I type this, mental state has deteriorated, massively. Sleep Deprivation Hallucinations began at 8/9am on Saturday, tunnel vision, things on visual periphery were, and are, compressed, still images appearing to move as if a video. Bodily/mental state continued to worsen as hours went by. At 3pm on Saturday I was stood upright watching TV. According to my brother: in the space of a few seconds my chin tucked towards my chest with high velocity and I collapsed into a heap on the floor. I do not remember this happening. I do remember awakening with a shock, a huge buzzing noise in my ears, and seeing a pile of clothing in the corner begin to move towards me, growling, hissing and snarling as it did. A panic attack ensued.
