Thank you for the kind words photon! to tell you the truth, had I still been 'tweaking' when you made those comments I think you would have been the one 'having...well fun' at my expense. However your stories probably wouldn't be convincing enough to perturb a dye-in-the-wool tweaker. I'll give you that. Carpe: yes the advice you gave I had already prepared. I actually had a fascinating but it was a little panicky at times. The most noticeablr hallucinatory element was of course the visuals which I had difficulty rationalizing. As described in the previous passages of tweakdom, I first noticed peripheral elements warping and rolling around a little. The walls eventually started gently undulating. Finally the actual air inside my house appeared to be misty. It was too difficult to focus on and my olfactory sense was absent, so I couldn't figure out what it was. The lack of being able to focus upon the gas which appeared to start coelescing into 'anthropomorphic' forms left me only conjecturing. When I messaged, they took the opportunity to freak the tweaker - after all, PhreeX doesn't get out much on Fridays
I knew it wasn't fire and diagnosed it as fog after opening a window and feeling the cool air. (wrong guess) Shortly after, these forms were unattached to the basic matrix of what seemed like thick cool textured fog swirling all about me. The forms basically could take on various appearances according to the ideas in my mind and my mood. I perceived a hand on my shoulder twice which was scary. The funny thing about meth though is that you still retain most logical reasoning and can therefore remind yourself that the sensory data is 'false' - usually. So I'm mucking around in my house and on the computer, intermittently sending messages to my two 'companions' who help me out in all sorts of ways! Oh yes, they were sure there was a fire or poisonous gas - from halfway across the country. I still had enough rational sense to know they were actually bullshitting me for laughs or our of malice or irreverance.
Recalling a post of PhreeX describing a psychotic episode induced by 13 days of 'baking pie' with occasional catnaps with a few other like minded people in which he described nearly blowing off a buddy's girl's head followed by a pre-emptive self defense on 'crystal ninjas' was what it took to completely anthropormize the forms emerging from the 'ether,' as I perceived it. I soon could seen various humanoid cloudlike forms outside my window. Of course whenever I focussed on them they would peer in. They were not menacing however. They simply observed and floated around a little. So I concentrated on various now malleable objects in my place, but mostly I was fascinated by the ether, (no not di-ethyl ether) and its whorled, intricate texture. I perceived that I could manipulate it in my hands and play with it in various ways. eventually I returned to the computer and your moderator told me that cops were likely coming to bust me and that it would be 'good' if I sprinkled drug precursors around my property! (thanks PhreeX!) I declined the suggestion but wasn't quite sure about the fuzz of course. This didn't help the trip very much and increased hypervigilance and anxiety though not to panicky levels. I was additionally advised to play loud music to alert my neighbors as well as getting a description of how I was going to get busted - which I imagine mirrored PhreeX' own experience back 'in the day'. I love stories
that was about the totality of my interaction with them. It definitely put me on edge, partially because of what they said and partially because of the perceived antipathy they felt for me.
I eventually went for some juice and smokes. No 'ether' outside, or in the store.
The rest of the evening--->early afternoon was on the computer. I finally knocked myself out with some benzos and managed to get a few hours of intermittent sleep. So basically I am left with an interesting experience punctuated by moments of high anxiety. I have only actually 'tweaked' once - staying up for five days essentially. and culminating in the snorting of around 200mg of 'glass' as they call it. I had done it in isolation a few times before, but the strength sucked and it wasn't helped by 120 hours of sleep deprivation. I think a primary component of 'tweaking' is the fact that your brain becomes more malleable to creating hallucinations in an effort to compensate for the lack of dreams. Many people appeared in the hallucinations - people peeking into my window. When I would approach them I saw that it was some texture or reflection that my mind moulded into a fear. All in all, could have beem alot smoother. I unwittingly solicited help from your friend 'PhreeX' and his alter ego HTK who he likes to do experiments on people with. I don't really blame him that much, I mean he doesn't even know me. But I do recognize him as a prick as I'm sure alot others do. He's has good qualities too though. For one, he's pretty fuckin' funny.
Thanks also jellie bellie. that was real sweet of you.
one more point: the following remark I made is not representative of the views held my myself or any of my associates and was for purely entertainment purposes only:
" Now where's that fuckin' goddamn vaporub? Time to hotbox myself in there, but not before I fon all my kewl H4X0R5 PHR13ND5!
PLURRIES!!!!
I would imagine that PhreeX would be pretty foul to trip with. Now banging coke...Yea alright.
THE END
oh, I didn't like what you tried with my puter. bad boy.
[This message has been edited by fraxflame (edited 04 November 2001).]
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