The Essence of Bugs
|Name||Dosage||Route of Administration|
|4-HO-MiPT||20 mg||Oral in Gel Cap|
Was recently busted by parents with drugs for first time in a year, they confiscated a large amount of 4-AcO-MET, feeling really bummed and stressed about that, guilty and afraid.
20 mg taken in gel cap.
Starting to feel chills, slight nausea
So far only feel body load, nausea, general discomfort and cold
still just discomfort, it’s building and almost seems as though it’s coming to a crescendo. Jogging in place and doing jumping jacks relieves some of the muscle aches.
I decide to take a hot shower to ease the chills and try to calm some of the discomfort in my limbs. In the shower I try to sit down and curl up and do whatever it is I can to ease this unnerving discomfort. The water feels like its clattering on me, my body flatly refusing to take in any of its warmth and life. I sit down and a feeling begins to come over me, like some dark force has begun burning in my stomach and is seeping into my veins. I stare at the wall as the droplets on it begin to flow and drift. They begin to merge and form into vague biomorphic shapes, the drops seeming to be part of some hivemind or collective consciousness. Each drop seems like an ant creeping up and down the shower. As the wall behind them begins to swirl with color my face contorts into a twisted grin. I have such a warm feeling of satisfaction from watching these droplets march down the wall, yet there is such a sinister feeling, as if my perception is at the mercy of nature. I am aware of how cruel nature can be, but there is pleasure in knowing that it is being merciful right now. It is like watching the beauty of a thousand ants slowly dismantle a corpse.
I feel very different then when I went into the shower. I am definitely tripping a lot harder. The body load is fading to an agitation, the nausea to a feeling of deep seated poisoning, as if I can feel a burn where the capsule landed in my stomach and that burn is creeping through my extremities.
I go outside. Our fucked up shrine to hedonism made out of 40 bottles and a Halloween mask is covered in stag beetles.
I have uncomfortable chills and shivers. The intensity of trip comes and goes in waves, best observed through my entire field of vision wobbling and swirling like I am viewing the world through heat waves. This would sometimes fade to relatively normal vision and sometimes crescendo to a big rippling rainbow swirl. I feel giggly and stimulated- it is certainly a fun trip, albeit an uncomfortable one.
I take a big big hit of weed, one of those hits where I lose track of how big a hit I’m taking and I get demolished like a big smoky wrecking ball has swung through my lungs.
Conclusion / Aftermath
This trip had a very dark and sinister essence the entire time, and just very much reminded me of insects at various points. Something about the trip seemed to creep and crawl. Body load was relentless but was tolerable at points. There was just a lot of energy flowing through me- this stuff would be good for going swimming.