swilow
Bluelight Crew
Tripped my tits off yesterday
Documentary about 3-MMC just came out, its a hell of a drug but i wouldnt agree with the no comedown part. Sure it isnt as bad as some of the other Cathinones but its absolutely there especially if you binge for a day or so. When it first hit the seen like 10yrs ago i got a batch from europe that was like big clearish rocks and so fucking pure. It was just as good as Mephedrone honestly. The batches i got later on were never on that level...
I watched that and it reminded me that I've still not gotten around to trying the 3-mmc i have access to. It sounds like a lot more compulsive drug than I realized, not my normal kind of jam but still want to give it a spin. I'm not too worried about getting caught up in it, I'm usually that last person to want to redose. For anyone who's tried it, how does it compare to mdma in terms of duration and strength/mg? I'm thinking I might try it out at 50mg first to go real light and get a sense for it's flavour.
I heard about a psychedelic therapist doing sessions with it years ago, the guy I talked to found it really helpful for working out some relationship problems he'd been having. I'd intend to use it for more recreational purposes like dancing.
LOL, I was just thinking about you @cosmic charlie, not like abstractly weirdly in general but just before I ventured into this particular thread to see what was happening... but basically about how I have generally envied your apparent ability to do dissociatives constantly while still remaining a generally functional person. Dissociatives are somehow just corrosive to something important to me, I'm currently on another self-enforced stretch of vague "sobriety" but actually I've just found myself drinking a bunch of beer and occasionally vaping those fucking awful disposable nicotine vape thingies that are everywhere. So I guess just abstinence from less socially acceptable intoxicants.
Man... I just found out in the last few weeks that a dude who I vaguely spoke about in this thread about 3 years ago - actually not this exact thread but I guess a pinned thread at the time - in the context of a xanax-instigated heroic 4-HO-MET dose during a weekend of cathinones, arylcychlohexylamines, and the old stalwarts of beer and weed oh yeah and actually some MDMA at the end I just remembered, anyway I remember talking about how he really did not seem to have a good time and I hadn't really heard from him since but apparently that was basically because he deliberately killed himself somehow that same year. Although actually the exact time and circumstances are a little unclear and seems to be not possible to find out but surely within months of that weekend. Kindly puts a different spin on my remembered general sense of suppressed annoyance about him not sufficiently entertaining me, but just projectile vomiting in inconvenient places, at least twice, which is unfortunately one of my more vivid memories of our last interactions. Apparently though the correlation between probable bad trip and suicide might not be quite as close as I imagined when I first heard this, as my other friend I heard it from who was at school with me and this other dude was kinda skeptical about there being any connection, and said that apparently he did just randomly start showing up and then disappearing for a while with a bunch of people we used to know during the couple of months before apparently he decided to check out - and before that none of us had really heard from him for years - so I guess retrospectively he was going through something... although, it does seem extremely likely that I was the only one to feed him a bunch of synthetic hallucinogens during that time which is a little troubling in a way I'm not sure exactly what to make of, I think.
Oh yeah so I was gonna say also that I had to stop doing dissociatives for a while after a fairly chaotic period a few months ago where the only objectively notable thing that actually happened - although this is kinda notable, to me - is that during the long weird tail of a DCK "trip" - during which I'm pretty sure I actually went and wandered around outside for a while and I remember thinking I'd somehow discovered some kind of human trafficking operation going on in my flat - I mean I didn't know it was my flat at the time obviously but somehow I'd just chanced on it - and fortunately I somehow wandered BACK IN to my open front door after just wandering around in the middle of the night for who knows how long thinking I was at some festival or something, christ, anyway so yeah the next day probably I ended up taking some kind of stimulant and I started to think I could hear voices coming through the ceiling, and SPECIFICALLY that it was my neighbours talking about stuff I was doing, like if I moved something they'd just hear it and talk about it. Actually the voices weren't ones that belonged to my upstairs neighbour who is the only neighbour I ever really vaguely hear, even if not to the point of being able to hear actual conversation, but they were the voices of some kind of gang, who had come to, I dunno, rob ME specifically or something... So anyway knowing that this entire scenario was just WAY TOO stereotypically psychotic to be real, I STILL convinced myself that I would just feel better if I JUST went to check, like, knock on the door, "hey I heard some noises thought I'd check everything is OK?"... Christ this is embarrassing to type out but I think the chances of it mattering are low.. anyway that would already just be super fucking strange because my neighbours and I don't really talk or knock on each other's doors ever, we get on fine and say hey but yeah, that would be weird on it's own. It would be even weirder given the fact that before I confabulated this stupid fucking gangster kidnap/robbery scenario or whatever it was I started to think there was someone else like digging around under the floorboards or something and I'm fairly certain I shouted some vague threats that might've been heard, so if there were weird noises going anywhere it was in the other direction. ANYWAY, so I go and knock on my upstairs neighbour's door like an absolute psychopath and... no answer! And THEN I just decide to completely ad-lib my own plans and I ALSO knock on THEIR neighbour, and one other person's door as well... But... no one answers!
So I do some kinda insane lap of my building thinking I'm being like stealthy just scoping out the place but probably looking like someone thinking about committing some crime myself and then just go back to my place... so nothing that bad really happened and actually... given it was like 11 AM or something on an otherwise normal Thursday the only sensible conclusion I can reach is that actually, probably, insanely fortunately, no-one was even in... so these voices were just absolute hallucinations.
I thought about whether it's possible that my neighbours were hiding from me but... that's just not really plausible I don't think, even in my vaguely dissociated definite-dopamine-psychosis state I'm certain I wasn't like causing chaos apart from some random shouts that might've been kinda concerning but the noise transmission between flats is not sufficient I think for my garbling to actually cause that kind of alarm... So I gotta conclude that I just totally got away with a completely deranged decision to potentially impose some of my own self-generated lunacy on the wider world. At least, I'm gonna just believe that forever because other explanations are too harrowing to contemplate. But yeah so after that and coming down a bit it seemed apparent I needed to abstain from highly reality altering substances for a while. Oh, I did also speak to a couple of people on the phone about my insane thoughts that I needed to somehow go and check on my neighbours and try to singlehandedly thwart some kind of organised crime invasion - although maybe I didn't describe it quite like that - and also tried to have an inappropriately and unnecessarily intense conversation with my pregnant friend about my ex while she was basically in hospital waiting to give birth at some point which was intensely embarrassing to realise afterwards. Strangely or fortunately or, I dunno, as it happened though she was the only person who seemed to have some kind of insight that I was even altered when I got to the point of feeling like I needed to confess to generally safe people about my general insanity and apologise to her specifically, and she also seemed generally not that concerned - which obviously makes sense because she had more important things going on, but also the general lack of wider insight to the fact that I was experiencing some kind of psychosis makes me think that either I'm just a lot stranger in everyday interactions than I think I am or that, more compassionately, maybe nothing that happened was really even that bad, but god damn that was pretty worrying after-the-fact.
Urgh, I'm a little drunk which is probably the reason I just confessed to all that, I thought I came back in this thread to say something about how I felt a bit more sane several years ago when I was here more often and doing a lot more drugs... maybe that's still somewhat true, anyway hope y'all are doing good, as ever.
I watched that and it reminded me that I've still not gotten around to trying the 3-mmc i have access to. It sounds like a lot more compulsive drug than I realized, not my normal kind of jam but still want to give it a spin. I'm not too worried about getting caught up in it, I'm usually that last person to want to redose. For anyone who's tried it, how does it compare to mdma in terms of duration and strength/mg? I'm thinking I might try it out at 50mg first to go real light and get a sense for it's flavour.
I heard about a psychedelic therapist doing sessions with it years ago, the guy I talked to found it really helpful for working out some relationship problems he'd been having. I'd intend to use it for more recreational purposes like dancing.
I think it's not so much iron-will for a lot of people as some kind of defence mechanism that kicks in making the drug completely unappetizing.Honestly i envy people that have the iron will with drugs like my girlfriend does, its something i sadly lack. But lets say i bought a single gram with the intention to share with my girlfriend that night maybe that could work out fine.
Goo luck dude, got a big nicotine addiction myself bro, quit cigs but I get more nicotine in me for sure these days.Going to be quitting vaping nicotine now and im honestly even more worried about that than the dissos. Im so horribly i addicted ive been hitting the damn thing every 10mins like maybe two times for a couple years straight at this point. Stopping a couple times for short periods for the same reason i am now.
For whatever reason vaping starts to give me this excruciating headache after awhile that just never goes away until i quit vaping. And like the crazy asshole i am after a month of feeling better i will slowly start doing it again. But honestly this time i truly need to be done with using this stuff habitually.
Ive only hit it a couple times when i woke up and im showing more restraint. Im gonna leave it at home when i goto work so i dont have it around all night. Honestly if this headache doesnt stop i wont even be able to trip with my girl tommorow. And i deff wont be doing that MDMA until i am in tip top shape you know.
Goo luck dude, got a big nicotine addiction myself bro, quit cigs but I get more nicotine in me for sure these days.
Did modest mouse open for them? I know they were just touring together. I like the pixies alright but MM is one of my all time favorites.feeling the Pixies right now after seeing them live for the first time since I was a fan 30 years ago.
Yeah man the amount of actual nicotine these vapes allow you to consume is bonkers. I just opened my last disposable vape i have right now and im gonna try and taper off the best i can. Im absolutely not buying anymore. Im completely broke until i get paid anyways i just went to the foodstore and spent the last of my money. And i just cant keep wasting cash on these things.