neologic
Bluelighter
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- Sep 15, 2005
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i hope this doesn't sound completely incoherent, cuz i am really, really, really feeling, well, like i'm hovering somewhere between ground level and the mesosphere right about now. and it feels gooooooood....
[oh yeah, btw? this is all a work of fiction. really.]
[i'd give this high a 9.7 - - pretty good considering the only perfect 10 i've ever had was the first time i shot heroin...]
anyway, because i love all of you people out there and in the illustrious name of scientific progess, i want to share the details of the particular procedure i followed in order to arrive at my present state of holyshitness. also, there's no one left for me to call on the phone, nobody at home i can talk to, and my cat finally gave up and went and hid in the closet. i need to communicate in some form or my head will explode; it's that simple.
anyway! so, here' s what i did:
(i don't know if it's worth mentioning, but around mid-morning i took two concerta (those crappy-ass slow release methylphenidate things). i mention it only because i want to be thorough - - i didn't feel anything from them and didn't expect to.)
i procured a fair amount of cocaine and heroin. i knew the heroin would be good cuz it was the same stuff i always get, but the coke was an unknown. i sat down with all my tools laid out - 28g BD U-100s, medical tourniquet, little baggie of cotton balls from the needle exchange, cooker, lighter, alcohol swabs, 2 fresh razor blades, sterile saline, a couple wrapped gauze pads (for cleaning up), the little foil thing of coke and 6 bags of dope. i prepped one shot of coke (the coke looked good, btw), using a small amount (maybe 1/3 of a line). i found a spot on my hand and put it in slowly. withdrew. thought about it - "well, it's definitely coke. but not nearly enough" - and decided to prep another shot, a little more this time. found another (different) spot, poked, registered, released, and eaaased that baby in. "very nice", i thought, "but i'm not...quite...there..." prepped shot number 3. used the other hand this time. another clean shot (no fishing around). by now i'm feeling pretty fine. breathing hard, clenched teeth, tingly feeling in my extremities making my hands shake a little, sweating, buzzy noise in my ears, that sense of heightened everything: colors, sounds, tactile sensations, that sort of tunnel vision where everything seems incredibly focused. very nice, indeed. "but could it be...even better?", my brain whispered softly into my ear (try and picture that one) and i said (aloud this time...quite loudly, in fact), "WHY THE FCK NOT? GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY. IT CAN BE DONE. "
but for my last shot i decided to change things up a bit. instead of reaching for the package of coke, i grabbed a few bags of dope, opened them up and dumped the greyish powder (smelling healthily like vinegar) in the cooker. i drew up a decent amount of sterile saline and water pistole'ed it onto the little powder mound, resulting in a brown, lumpy mess. i then applied a little heat, swished the now - lovely - brown liquid around, and, using a cotton filter, drew it up into yet another fresh rig. i then razored up a healthy serving of cocaine ("fishscale" according to my dealer. whatever.) and dumped that in the cooker. then - instead of squirting the coke with a bit of fresh saline - i used the heroin/saline solution already in the syringe. without heat i swirled the mixture around a few times in the cooker and then (using a filter, OC) drew the mixture into (once again) yet another fresh rig (i'm paranoid about needle-dullness and blessed with an almost unlimited supply of rigs).
i now had one good old american speedball, cocked, locked, and ready to rock. [goddamn this is getting really long - i seriously doubt anyone is still readin this...if you are - for whatever reason, probly severe boredom - i apologize. i got me a bad case of communication diarrhea. blame it on the coke.] i tied off and gently grasped my weapon of mass intoxication, turning it over til i found the place on the barrel that lined up with the needle bevel. i inspected my left hand, scrutinizing the barely visible vasculature closely and palpating for that tell-tale elastic bulge, until i found a promising spot. eventually (i'm a bit banged up, vein-wise) i found one...gave it a wipe with the alcohol pad...lined everything up...registered...dropped the tie...until finally - with much joy in my heart - i sent that bastard home.
aaaaaahhhhhhhh.....
wuuuhhh, that feels pretty darn good, mommy...thanks a bunch, i 'preciate it and want you to know that you are the bestest mommy in the whole big bad world....oh yeah...i love you, and you, and you, and, gee whiz whillikers, i think just about everyone ...never go away, ok? never never never never ever...heck damn yeah...i...feel...great!
and so on.
and on and on and on until...y'know, i'm not really feeling it anymore quite the same way and this new feeling is getting kind of almost...unbearable - - maybe if i just do a little more...just a little bit...
shit.
- neo (again, i'm sorry for the random pointlessness and unbearable length of this post...as i said before, i have no one to talk to right now and i desperately need to open my neural floodgates and try and get rid of some of the crazed activity in my head before....before something bad happens. i'm not sure what. i just know it won't be good and/or pleasant for anyone. )
edit - and please refrain from bitching me out because i forgot to ask a damn question. here, i'll ask one right now: was what i did in any way an intelligent and/or productive act?
(not a chance)
[oh yeah, btw? this is all a work of fiction. really.]
[i'd give this high a 9.7 - - pretty good considering the only perfect 10 i've ever had was the first time i shot heroin...]
anyway, because i love all of you people out there and in the illustrious name of scientific progess, i want to share the details of the particular procedure i followed in order to arrive at my present state of holyshitness. also, there's no one left for me to call on the phone, nobody at home i can talk to, and my cat finally gave up and went and hid in the closet. i need to communicate in some form or my head will explode; it's that simple.
anyway! so, here' s what i did:
(i don't know if it's worth mentioning, but around mid-morning i took two concerta (those crappy-ass slow release methylphenidate things). i mention it only because i want to be thorough - - i didn't feel anything from them and didn't expect to.)
i procured a fair amount of cocaine and heroin. i knew the heroin would be good cuz it was the same stuff i always get, but the coke was an unknown. i sat down with all my tools laid out - 28g BD U-100s, medical tourniquet, little baggie of cotton balls from the needle exchange, cooker, lighter, alcohol swabs, 2 fresh razor blades, sterile saline, a couple wrapped gauze pads (for cleaning up), the little foil thing of coke and 6 bags of dope. i prepped one shot of coke (the coke looked good, btw), using a small amount (maybe 1/3 of a line). i found a spot on my hand and put it in slowly. withdrew. thought about it - "well, it's definitely coke. but not nearly enough" - and decided to prep another shot, a little more this time. found another (different) spot, poked, registered, released, and eaaased that baby in. "very nice", i thought, "but i'm not...quite...there..." prepped shot number 3. used the other hand this time. another clean shot (no fishing around). by now i'm feeling pretty fine. breathing hard, clenched teeth, tingly feeling in my extremities making my hands shake a little, sweating, buzzy noise in my ears, that sense of heightened everything: colors, sounds, tactile sensations, that sort of tunnel vision where everything seems incredibly focused. very nice, indeed. "but could it be...even better?", my brain whispered softly into my ear (try and picture that one) and i said (aloud this time...quite loudly, in fact), "WHY THE FCK NOT? GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY. IT CAN BE DONE. "
but for my last shot i decided to change things up a bit. instead of reaching for the package of coke, i grabbed a few bags of dope, opened them up and dumped the greyish powder (smelling healthily like vinegar) in the cooker. i drew up a decent amount of sterile saline and water pistole'ed it onto the little powder mound, resulting in a brown, lumpy mess. i then applied a little heat, swished the now - lovely - brown liquid around, and, using a cotton filter, drew it up into yet another fresh rig. i then razored up a healthy serving of cocaine ("fishscale" according to my dealer. whatever.) and dumped that in the cooker. then - instead of squirting the coke with a bit of fresh saline - i used the heroin/saline solution already in the syringe. without heat i swirled the mixture around a few times in the cooker and then (using a filter, OC) drew the mixture into (once again) yet another fresh rig (i'm paranoid about needle-dullness and blessed with an almost unlimited supply of rigs).
i now had one good old american speedball, cocked, locked, and ready to rock. [goddamn this is getting really long - i seriously doubt anyone is still readin this...if you are - for whatever reason, probly severe boredom - i apologize. i got me a bad case of communication diarrhea. blame it on the coke.] i tied off and gently grasped my weapon of mass intoxication, turning it over til i found the place on the barrel that lined up with the needle bevel. i inspected my left hand, scrutinizing the barely visible vasculature closely and palpating for that tell-tale elastic bulge, until i found a promising spot. eventually (i'm a bit banged up, vein-wise) i found one...gave it a wipe with the alcohol pad...lined everything up...registered...dropped the tie...until finally - with much joy in my heart - i sent that bastard home.
aaaaaahhhhhhhh.....
wuuuhhh, that feels pretty darn good, mommy...thanks a bunch, i 'preciate it and want you to know that you are the bestest mommy in the whole big bad world....oh yeah...i love you, and you, and you, and, gee whiz whillikers, i think just about everyone ...never go away, ok? never never never never ever...heck damn yeah...i...feel...great!
and so on.
and on and on and on until...y'know, i'm not really feeling it anymore quite the same way and this new feeling is getting kind of almost...unbearable - - maybe if i just do a little more...just a little bit...
shit.
- neo (again, i'm sorry for the random pointlessness and unbearable length of this post...as i said before, i have no one to talk to right now and i desperately need to open my neural floodgates and try and get rid of some of the crazed activity in my head before....before something bad happens. i'm not sure what. i just know it won't be good and/or pleasant for anyone. )
edit - and please refrain from bitching me out because i forgot to ask a damn question. here, i'll ask one right now: was what i did in any way an intelligent and/or productive act?
(not a chance)
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