stardreamer
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Apr 16, 2002
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Time: 8pm-11pm
Setting: Cruising around / A friend's house.
Substances: Oxycodone (as oxycontin tablets)
Dosage: 50mg snorted.
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Opiates have always been one of my favorites. Not just to experience, but to write about as well. The gentle rush of pure bliss has always moved me, and I can't help but share that movement with you all
Friday rolls around quick, as always. Another typical night of smoking weed and hitting a movie? Nah, I needed something different. My friend picks me up and we go out cruising, and luckily for me the first stop lands me with 3 20mg oxycontin pills. I'm a full advocate of sticking shit up my nose (hey, it's just fun), so I crush up the little guys, saving half for later, and sniff them. It should be noted I have very little opiate tolerance.
I am seated on my friend's bed, he is strumming away on an acoustic guitar, and I take that the comeup is amazingly fast. Much faster than I remember. Within 5 minutes, I can feel a gentle heat rising up behind my ears, through my neck, down my spine. Pressure builds up in my head and moves downwards into my body. The first wave of euphoria hits me, like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders and stacked neatly on the floor. At the thought of such beautiful sensations overcoming me, I can't help but smile. You know, one of those big, goofy opiate smiles? They are the best
My friends are still straight, and they remain so for the rest of the night. We don't use drugs too often, when at all, but that only makes it so much funner when we do. Everything around me seems so pleasant, the soft acoustic melody floating gently about my head. I marval at the tactile sensations of oxy, as if I can feel the sound vibrating against my body. From far up in the house I suddenly become aware of a tv that plays quietly, the gunshots of another Arnold movie making their way downstairs. Cool air conditioning gives me goosebumps, and I start to get a littly itchy. About 20 minutes passes, and with nothing else to do we pop in vanilla sky and attempt to sit through it all.
Midway my friend L gets bored, and tells us she has the greatest surprise ever. She leaves for a minute, and comes back with the smallest, cutest kitten I have ever seen. A little girl cat, hardly 4 inches tall and not much longer. I lay back and she puts it down on my chest so I can pet it, and as they watch more of the movie I become absorbed into the world of a small kitten.
It seems frightened, or at least cautious, and sort of stumbles up and down my chest. Each time it presses down it's tiny feet I feel like I am being given a massage. It starts purring and rubbing it's face against me, and I can hear the low vibrato out of it's chest. That's almost what opiates make me feel like, purring I mean. Like the love is just building up inside, and the best way to make use of it is to lay still and just let the world soak in. I will say this, there is nothing more pleasant than a baby kitten on an opiate rush, call me a wuss if you want!
For the next hour peace consumes me. We just hang out, chatting about this and that, my friends keeping me laughing, and I them. L says the kitten and I bonded so well, so she names it after me (despite the obvious gender difference). It's cool to have a living reminder of the experience that I can chill out with anytime I want, and I strongly recommend a soft cat as the opiate user's favorite companion.
Peace n' Love
Setting: Cruising around / A friend's house.
Substances: Oxycodone (as oxycontin tablets)
Dosage: 50mg snorted.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Opiates have always been one of my favorites. Not just to experience, but to write about as well. The gentle rush of pure bliss has always moved me, and I can't help but share that movement with you all
Friday rolls around quick, as always. Another typical night of smoking weed and hitting a movie? Nah, I needed something different. My friend picks me up and we go out cruising, and luckily for me the first stop lands me with 3 20mg oxycontin pills. I'm a full advocate of sticking shit up my nose (hey, it's just fun), so I crush up the little guys, saving half for later, and sniff them. It should be noted I have very little opiate tolerance.
I am seated on my friend's bed, he is strumming away on an acoustic guitar, and I take that the comeup is amazingly fast. Much faster than I remember. Within 5 minutes, I can feel a gentle heat rising up behind my ears, through my neck, down my spine. Pressure builds up in my head and moves downwards into my body. The first wave of euphoria hits me, like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders and stacked neatly on the floor. At the thought of such beautiful sensations overcoming me, I can't help but smile. You know, one of those big, goofy opiate smiles? They are the best
My friends are still straight, and they remain so for the rest of the night. We don't use drugs too often, when at all, but that only makes it so much funner when we do. Everything around me seems so pleasant, the soft acoustic melody floating gently about my head. I marval at the tactile sensations of oxy, as if I can feel the sound vibrating against my body. From far up in the house I suddenly become aware of a tv that plays quietly, the gunshots of another Arnold movie making their way downstairs. Cool air conditioning gives me goosebumps, and I start to get a littly itchy. About 20 minutes passes, and with nothing else to do we pop in vanilla sky and attempt to sit through it all.
Midway my friend L gets bored, and tells us she has the greatest surprise ever. She leaves for a minute, and comes back with the smallest, cutest kitten I have ever seen. A little girl cat, hardly 4 inches tall and not much longer. I lay back and she puts it down on my chest so I can pet it, and as they watch more of the movie I become absorbed into the world of a small kitten.
It seems frightened, or at least cautious, and sort of stumbles up and down my chest. Each time it presses down it's tiny feet I feel like I am being given a massage. It starts purring and rubbing it's face against me, and I can hear the low vibrato out of it's chest. That's almost what opiates make me feel like, purring I mean. Like the love is just building up inside, and the best way to make use of it is to lay still and just let the world soak in. I will say this, there is nothing more pleasant than a baby kitten on an opiate rush, call me a wuss if you want!
For the next hour peace consumes me. We just hang out, chatting about this and that, my friends keeping me laughing, and I them. L says the kitten and I bonded so well, so she names it after me (despite the obvious gender difference). It's cool to have a living reminder of the experience that I can chill out with anytime I want, and I strongly recommend a soft cat as the opiate user's favorite companion.
Peace n' Love
