A friend of a friend's levitating purple giraffe named Jeffrey happened to send me this note. Literate giraffes are quite wonderful little creatures, I must say:
"This drug is hedonism in the purest sense of the world. All food must be consumed, all wonderful smells taken in, every last touch felt in full, every sight must be seen and realized in its infinite glory, and lastly, my personal favourite, sound is absolutely glorious on 5-MeO-MiPT. One cannot help but to pleasure himself in whichever way he knows how, for there is nothing more important in this trip than the pursuit of pleasure. Even the most poorly cooked meals taste divine, even the smell of lemon pledge can nearly bring one to orgasm, as can a simple stroke of the arm or the wonderful sounds of psychedelic trance. Nothing is not enjoyable, and why not? After all, absolutely everything is made for the sole purpose of my own enjoyment, or so I believe at the time. Hilarity fills my veins as the uncontrollable laughter ensues once again, perhaps even more enjoyable than the last time. Sense of humour is broadened to the point where nearly anything becomes mind-numbingly hilarious. Any notion of seriousness, of anger, of sadness, these feelings were entirely foreign to me, and so I dismissed them outright. I found myself unable to experience any sort of negative emotions, and yet pleasure was intensified a thousand-fold. My heart was racing, and I sensed almost an empty feeling there, so I decided the best thing for me to do was simply not to move from my current spot. I decided to get on my laptop and browse Facebook, which in retrospect wasn't such a good idea being that I was so close to the peak. Almost immediately, I started making stupid posts regarding how fucked up I was, despite having my entire family on there with free reign to view each and every one of my posts (like I said though, there is absolutely nothing I can take seriously on this substance.) I continued dicking about for another 15 minutes or so until I felt a huge wave of sexual energy run throughout my entire body, each new wave taking only around 10 seconds to come on, one overlapping the next. I was filled with this orgasmic pleasure, which went on for another hour and a half and never once waned throughout this period. I never finished, despite my massive urges, nor did I even start for that matter. The orgasmic rushes throughout my body were more than enough not to need or want to whack it - I was fully pleasured without having to do anything at all. Regardless of how incredible these feelings were, this was not my reason for taking the substance. My intention was only to increase empathy, lower aggression, and alleviate depression. I can say the 3rd goal is almost completely achieved, and that significant progress is being made in terms of empathy, though I seemed to be even more aggressive after this trip - more on that towards the end.
After the sexual phase ended, I found myself in a profound state of peace, greater than any I had ever experienced before. I was content with everything, and it was all so perfect. Truly, that was one of the most beautiful moments of my life, yet I wasn't even feeling this way for anybody or anything in particular - this was a true happiness, one that relied only on myself to exist. I don't remember how long this feeling lasted, nor did I care. Time and space did not matter to me. I was infinitely content with myself, and I simply sank into my surroundings, not a single care in the world.
Upon opening my eyes, I decided to get back to my Facebook antics. I wasn't getting any replies back. Now, most of my friends don't approve of my substance use, but I had failed to think of this at the time. In my drugged-out mind, I was sure they disdained me. What else could it possibly be, I thought? A negative thought loop ensued, which resulted in my hating of nearly all people in existence. This is what I was talking about earlier when I mentioned my increased aggression, and unfortunately, it did end up sticking for a bit (not anymore, fortunately.) After the blissful phase ended (and not so blissful an ending, at that,) I now entered the stimulant stage, which offers no psychedelic effects whatsoever. My heart was still racing, so I decided, finally, to head upstairs and get some sleep, only after ingesting 20mg Propranolol. After making it upstairs and getting everything ready for the next morning, I then popped 3 K-Pins (1.5mg total) It took me 3 hours, but eventually I made it to sleep, thus ending what was a fairly interesting albeit somewhat empty trip.
Last but not least, it's important to note just how bitter 5-MeO-MiPT is. It's not quite as bad as Piracetam or even Coluracetam for that matter, but the real problem is that it lingers in your mouth. Without a decent amount of food, that powder will cling to your mouth like there's no tomorrow. A banana and a bit of cereal gets rid of the taste fairly quickly in my experience, though any food should work. This concern aside, I absolutely adore this chemical and would now consider it my all-time favourite. Moxy truly is something special. If you're reading this and haven't had the chance to try Moxy yet, you're missing out, mate,
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Age: 18
Weight: 126lbs
Height: 6'1"
Doses: 30mg 5-MeO-MiPT (~6PM), 30mg Coluracetam (~6PM), 4mg Intuniv (~4PM),, 20mg Propranolol (~11PM), 1.5mg Clonazepam (~11:30PM)
Edit: Total duration? 32 hours. Ridiculous...
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