danosaurous22
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It's something I've experimented with off and on for a while and it's a very weird drug especially in the middle of a binge. It usually becomes a last resort for me on a hardcore binge once my tolerance to other methods has really started to peak, and only recently did I really experience how powerful (in good and bad ways) it can be.
The paranoia is otherworldly, and the rush is honestly very debilitating in a way that borders on unenjoyable. There's a very strong nausea and flash of hotness and sweating that is somewhat uncomfortable, and a big part of the draw to me is the excitement you get when you realize you got the hit rather than the sort of braindead sitting around feeling while you wait for it to stop. I also notice that the first hit of the day or after a long break/nap is the only truly powerful rush, and the rest are missing something. I didn't get a ringer yet, but did get warbley wah-wah type distortion on sounds around me during the biggest hits sort of like nitrous. I found the process of cooking it very addictive in its own right, I see how people master this technique out of the compulsion of it all.
Paranoia was really otherworldly though. Became very very strong just ten minutes or so after the rush and nearly turns me off of the experience. The feeling of just waiting for something to go horribly wrong every second. Plus I found that I needed to sleep and recover for far longer than other ROAs after a short binge. Slept for like two days, would wake up and eat garbage and then go back to bed and still woke up very off. One of the strangest parts of it all is I begin to understand just how all encompassing it could be as a drug, it provides a sense of calm in the rush if you know there's more waiting for you which is immediately shattered by how you scramble to do more and lose competence as a human, getting messier as it goes and getting less of that "zen" from a good hit each time. But that calm eye of the hurricane feeling is profound and unique for sure. I don't even use a proper pipe or anything, I only recently got good hits because I rolled tiny rocks in with tobacco in rolling papers and just inhaled as long as I could when I knew it had reached the rock, it was unmistakeable that something had happened but I'm sure there's better ways to do it. At the same time any stronger rush than that would probably knock me on my ass and get me fiending it way harder.
The paranoia is otherworldly, and the rush is honestly very debilitating in a way that borders on unenjoyable. There's a very strong nausea and flash of hotness and sweating that is somewhat uncomfortable, and a big part of the draw to me is the excitement you get when you realize you got the hit rather than the sort of braindead sitting around feeling while you wait for it to stop. I also notice that the first hit of the day or after a long break/nap is the only truly powerful rush, and the rest are missing something. I didn't get a ringer yet, but did get warbley wah-wah type distortion on sounds around me during the biggest hits sort of like nitrous. I found the process of cooking it very addictive in its own right, I see how people master this technique out of the compulsion of it all.
Paranoia was really otherworldly though. Became very very strong just ten minutes or so after the rush and nearly turns me off of the experience. The feeling of just waiting for something to go horribly wrong every second. Plus I found that I needed to sleep and recover for far longer than other ROAs after a short binge. Slept for like two days, would wake up and eat garbage and then go back to bed and still woke up very off. One of the strangest parts of it all is I begin to understand just how all encompassing it could be as a drug, it provides a sense of calm in the rush if you know there's more waiting for you which is immediately shattered by how you scramble to do more and lose competence as a human, getting messier as it goes and getting less of that "zen" from a good hit each time. But that calm eye of the hurricane feeling is profound and unique for sure. I don't even use a proper pipe or anything, I only recently got good hits because I rolled tiny rocks in with tobacco in rolling papers and just inhaled as long as I could when I knew it had reached the rock, it was unmistakeable that something had happened but I'm sure there's better ways to do it. At the same time any stronger rush than that would probably knock me on my ass and get me fiending it way harder.
