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Market => Rumor mill => Topic started by: Kappacino on June 01, 2012, 06:23 pm
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The following may or may not be a work of fiction. (It's not, but if you're an insecure bastard you will call bullshit, because you yourself can't pull off acting like a boss, so I'll just preface this with, yes, its fiction, and avoid the arguments ;))
Anyway.. Lim was kind enough to hook me up with a sample of his moxy. I'm not sure how much he sent me but I decided to just bomb it all and take it as it came and not fight it (Mister Dank's prison policy).
After about 20-30 minutes I started to feel the come up. Now the funny thing is that I had planned to go out this night, and it was actually a somewhat special occasion with a lot of people banking on me being there (they don't know about the road, we'll just leave it at that).. And my bank banking on me being there as well ;) More on that later. I'd never done moxy before but from what I'd read, and I read alot, there wasn't going to be much spiritual/entheogenic effects, and it was mostly going to be like an MDMA euphoria maybe with a bit more body load and a bit less gurning and something special on top. How wrong I was.
~30 minutes
When I first noticed the come up I was sipping some white wine like an utter champion.. and I had just taken this monstrous shit. One of those ones that rearranges your spine. One of those ones that makes you feel like you've slept for 12 hours after banging Eva Longoria. One of those ones that makes you briefly consider the opinion that Mister Dank might not actually be a child-molesting, date-raping, Boy George-loving faggot, only to then realise that all of those things are actually the more true than anything can possibly be. Yes, it was THAT much of a shit. So naturally, I felt good. And that combined with the white wine, man.. I felt like a king. So as I came up.. I was just pacing around thinking about how incredible everything was, somewhat similar to the infamous first MDMA trip. Things carried on in this vain for a good 20 more minutes until things started to change..
~1 hour
We had set off for the party, and it wasn't a long walk, but I was horny as FUCK, and leching like no-one ever has. These two schoolgirls approached us as we were walking down the hill. (When I say school girls, I mean sixth form.. So they're 17-18). They were wearing their school uniforms with the skirts hiked up and the blouses tentatively opened. Now normally, I'm a horny bastard, but on moxy? Superstellar overdrive. They were naturally pretty as well.. and had the look about them that suggests certain slutty behaviours might be a bit more than habitual. Anyway, me being me, I'm on that like a DAY JOB, and at this point I was feeling invincible, so naturally as they walk past I just kinda slide into their path, with a beaming smile on my face. They kinda giggle to each other.. And I'm like what? :) who? ;) me? 8)
Usually when I'm talking to girls, especially the younger ones (and I can do that because I'm not that much older myself), I like to feel them out a bit first, get a sense for how they are etc. So after I said that, I just stood there in silence, looking each of them in the eye and then switching to the other one. Just at the point where they were going to do that little signal thing to each other to say "what's going on.. let's make out something weird is happening because we both feel insecure and don't know what to do".. I rush a couple feet forward so I'm right in the face of the hottest one, and take her necklace in my hand, looking at it intently. In my head at this point, I was just imagining all the nasty things I'd like to do to her tits. I'm sorry if that offends you, if so, go fuck your mother. I was already semi erect and I'd already waist-banded as we left the house in preparation (cause getting visibly hard in the street is just kinda weird), but now my dick was raging.. and usually I wouldn't be quite this brazen, but on drugs? I'm bold as motherfucking love
"Nice necklace. Will you give it to me ;)"
*visibly blushing* Umm.. Erm.. No.. *shy smile appears on her face*
"No? Why not?"
Cause its mine.
"Oh well.. what about now?" At this point I pull her into me by the necklace, pause for a ridiculously long time like 10 seconds right in front of her face
"Is that flavoured lipstick? ;D" (I use this line all the fucking time in these kinda situations, it is truly incredible)
and start kissing her. At first she didn't kiss back, and the thought crossed my mind that, FUCK.. I'm on drugs.. maybe I misjudged this situation, maybe she isn't into me, maybe she is but she doesn't want to seem like a slut in front of her friend? All the usual bullshit thoughts that come to you.. but then I felt her jaw move a little bit.. and she started kissing back. I remember smiling during this kiss which was kinda weird, mainly because it was a nice confirming thing to think that despite being on Class As.. I still kept it together.
Anyway, hormones were raging. I picked her up by the legs and wrapped her thighs around me, and began to walk down the road with her, because I didn't want her fucking nonsense conditioning to kick in and back off because her/my friend was there. I started the animalistic kissing.. you know the fucking nasty, going to town on each others tongues, slobbering, heat of the moment shit.. whilst spreading her ass apart. I could feel her breath racing, the softness of her ass.. FUCK ME was I horned up. I was heading for the public park, needless to say what I had in mind, but as we were walking I looked back and saw my mate kissing her friend up against the wall, YES! MY MAN! Looking back turned out to be a mistake, because in that second where we weren't doing anything.. she came back to normal life, and I could tell the look on her face meant I'd fucked it up, at least in that moment, and that I'd have to get the number if I wanted to pursue anything. Regardless I tried my luck again but the moment was gone, she backed off so I put her down and we started walking back.
However my mate (who wasn't even on drugs, which I had to congratulate him on) had other ideas. He was going all out fingering this girl now and they had no idea that we were actually on our way back to them. So naturally trying to help my friend out, I tried to stall a bit by casually talking to the girl, who at this point looked a bit ashamed of what she had done (Thank you fucking feminist pieces of shit instilling people with shame).
"Yeah.. it's not flavoured after all"
*burts out laughing* - I silently hand her my phone with the new contact screen open, she understands. Now.. at THIS exact point, the trip truly began. The world suddenly changed. Or should I say, perspective changed. It had a kind of salvia/first 0.1 seconds of DMT tinge to it. I wasn't completely gone, I was still present as normal, but I just felt like I was in a different.. realm? I don't even know how to word it. You just see things in a different light. The wind gently flowing through my clothes, the warmth of the sun on my back, the summer scents of grass/bbq, my heart pumping blood through my veins. I felt fucking GOOD. Not carnal good, or MDMA good.. but complete. Everything seemed to have a spiritual element to it, light was different, sounds were different, it was pretty profound.
As the girl looks up from my phone and hands it back, I catch her eye. I see this girls life (not really, but you know what I mean). How she would spend her time alone, her boredom with things, but how she wanted excitement. I thought it's no wonder people go to the park with a pack of cigs and a bottle of WKD on a friday night and do as much stupid shit as possible, they just want to fucking live, so they do in the way closest to them, in the way they know how to. I could have fucking sworn, that she saw this in me. Maybe it's my unerring self belief, or maybe it was the drugs, or maybe it did actually happen. These are faded photographs now, but in that moment? I could feel her soul. I pulled her in by the hand and gave her one last, slow kiss. I turned back to my mate
"Dude!"
FUCK OFF
"Dude.. POLICE!"
My mate backs away from the girl quickly, grabs the drugs from his jean pocket and stuffs them down his pants. Me and the girl burst out laughing, he turns to me and says "Oh for fucks sake you fucking prick". Kind of a douchey thing to do but there was only so long I could stand around watching him get it on. My mate exchanged numbers and we talked to them for a couple minutes and then went on our way. My mate turns to me "Dude.. What the FUCK was that?"
At this point.. it was pretty divine. No other way to describe it other than "bliss". We carried on walking to the party, both of us smiling like a couple yokers, but just as we got to the street... It got WEIRD. Seriously weird. Salvia weird. I could still walk and talk etc, but things started to take on personality. I could feel the wall as an entity, the lamppost as an entity. It tripped me out a bit, and I started to get the distinct impression that "they won't let you in". Don't ask me what the fuck that means. They won't let me in where? It doesn't make any sense whatsoever, but I got the impression that I was trying to get somewhere, but that these entities wouldn't let me get there, and they kept hijacking my awareness for their own means. I make it sound like it was a bad trip, and for a few seconds it was, but really it wasn't that bad, it was just very very weird. I look at my friend, and I tell him that I'll meet him in there in 30 minutes. He asks if I'm all good and I say "I'm tripping hard, 30 minutes".
I decided to try and walk it off, and sit in the park and chill for a bit until I came down to a manageable level. But as I'm walking there, in the distance I see the two girls heading my way back down the road. I think, FUCK! They can't see me like this! Haha.. kinda pathetic really, considering I could have just walked right past them and it would have been fine but when you're on drugs you don't think straight to say the least. So I begin to run in the opposite direction, getting to the bottom of the street only to find it's a dead end. There's a little opening between this fence and a bank of grass. Now in reality, noone was chasing me, nothing was happening at all. I was just some guy drugged out of his mind, fretting manically, in an almost empty street. But in my mind, the girls were now following me, and I had to get away. I scurried through the opening like a wild gazelle on qualuudes, only to find myself in the back garden of a house, with a scared looking family sat outside having dinner, staring up at me, obviously worried.
"What do you think you're doing?" said what seemed to be the older brother of the family.
"Sorry, wrong place. I'll go now".
I tried to run back through the opening but a few seconds later felt a grip on my collar pull me back through. I rolled over onto my back, disoriented. I was scared SHITLESS now, because I was really tripping hard, yet was struck by the harsh reality beneath the haze. He kicked me really hard in the stomach, knocking all the wind out of me. The dumb shit that was going through my mind at this point, "I'm going to die, I'm definitely going to die. This is it. This is fucking IT." He pulled me up and stared intently at me. I garbled out anything I could get out.. apology mixed with regret mixed with excuse, mixed with fear.. It didn't make any sense. I'm sure it came out something like "wrong way sorry man I'll take the street way floor man come on let me out dude street there". Not to mention, the amount of ball sack I was tripping at this point. Trust me, you don't ever want to be in that situation. Not only could I feel this guys anger, but it took on a quality of its own. It had personality, density. There was a fucking universe of pain waiting for me behind his eyes, and I could sense it.
"Janet, Call the police"
"Come on dude don't overreact I'm sorry, I went the wrong way"
"You went the wrong way through a fucking fence? Bollocks. Are you the one that's stole Joel's bike?"
"Bike? What bike? Look mate I swear I was running away from these girls and came through here. I've not stolen anything"
"Running away from girls?"
At this moment he's got me by the collar, and he's a good 6 inches taller than me, which is saying something because I'm not exactly short. I start running through fight scenarios in my head.. Maybe if I punch him quickly I can get through the gap.. Thankfully I decided that that was a fucking retarded idea and tried to play it cool. However.. the moxy had a different idea. He's looking me in the eye and he can tell I'm disoriented. I looked over at the green bin and a small trampoline and I got caught up in an interaction between the two of them. They weren't saying anything, but they were interacting, at least as concepts in my mind. "They wouldn't let me in" kept persisting as a quality.
"Are you on drugs?". I'm smashed back to reality.
"Drugs? What? No!"
"Don't fucking bullshit me mate your eyes are wide as anything"
Thinking quickly I decide to go with the lesser of all the evils.
"Okay I've had a couple joints and a few beers. I overdid it, and smashed this girls vase at a party. Her and her older brother were chasing me so I ran in here"
He lets go of me and starts laughing.
"Rob. This guys whitied out" He turns back to me and asks me if I've got any weed. Sensing a friendly foe, I pull out a joint from the toggle in my hat. He takes it off me and whips out his lighter, sparking it up. The other brother and the sister come over and smell the joint, looking impressed. They ask me what it is. Not knowing, I spaff out the most ridiculous thing I can think of..
"Mongolian dream..... kush"
"Mongolian dreamkush?"
"Yeah."
"It's quite a nice smoke you know". He passes the joint over to the other dude who tokes it. "Aye.. not bad. Had better though. So what's your story man"
I ended up smoking about 5 joints with these lot and cracking jokes. I elaborated on the ridiculous story I had told earlier, as I didn't want to tell them the truth that I had run away from two girls to save the strength of my ego in a drug induced stupour. The weed brought me back down, I was still tripping but it was more of the divine, bliss experience rather than the onslaught of nonsensical half conceived thought-forms and archetypes hitting me between the eyes. They were actually pretty decent, despite appearances, and the bruising on my abs. I also made one of the younger kids laugh hysterically which got me in their good books. Someone came up with the idea of doing shots. I was thinking, I should probably be going now.. but whatever. We were playing snapshot, which is basically where you play snap with cards, and the slowest person drinks. Not gonna lie, I was deliberately losing because I genuinely just love shots and I needed a bit of booze to take the edge off the moxy/weed combo. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't bad, but I was a bit more insecure than normal, considering all that had happened.
Sooner or later I wished them farewell and decided to make my way back to the party. I was feeling fucking good again, I was LIT from the vodka, and just all around happy to not be dead/arrested. The profound happiness was still kinda there, amplified by the weed, and the buzz of the booze was coming through. I started thinking back to the girl from earlier "I'll text her something cool" (further reinforcing my self image of course ;D). I looked down at my phone *4 missed calls. 4 new messages*. They were all from my mate, along similar lines of "where the fuck are you?" and "dude are you okay" to "if youve fucking bailed I'm keeping the molly for myself". I had to kind of laugh at that one, it went from genuine concern to anger, and "im gonna keep your drugs" within the space of about 5 minutes.
I called him up as I approached the door to the house.
"Dude, you okay? Where the fuck are you?"
"I'm outside man calm down, I told you 30 minutes."
"It's been 2 and a half hours"
"You say potato I say tomato, come on man let me in"
"Okay there's someone here to see you"
As he hangs up I'm thinking, it's probably a mate back from uni early, or something like that. But as I walk into the house, belatedly greeted by my obviously relieved friend, as I hand him the bottle of vodka and walk through into the kitchen.. in almost shamanic justice, worthy of Chaucher, there sitting at the table.. Are the two girls from earlier 8)
Suddenly it made sense as to why they were walking the wrong way down the road.. my friend must have invited them. And I just burst out laughing to myself, because of how ridiculous the whole situation had been. We talked for a while, and they were actually pretty nice/down to earth as well, which was a surprise. At some point later I said "unfinished business" and nodded to the stairs, and we.. Yeah ;D
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All in all, an absolutely ridiculous night, and a drug I'm glad to be able to add to my list. I would definitely recommend to anyone who isn't a twat. And even if you are a twat, you might still like it. Thanks for the sample Lim. And now, hands aching.. I'm going out.
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This is possibly the most balls-to-the-wall-intense and fucked up thing I have ever read on here. I gotta say man if this is how you spend your weekends then fuck me kudos. + fifty fuckin billion karma. Tru Playa man. A Tru Playa indeed.
+1 Karma
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Oh and the amount in the bag was over 20mg which is over double the highest recommended dose. You mad mad bastard. Fair play though man.
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God, without the girls me MXE trip was about this level the other night. Us Silk Roaders party hard :)
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Haha.. "Ultra-violet dreams....fun to be had by all"
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Awesome tale... Loving it... Not had a mad night like that for a long time!!
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When I first did MOXY I remember the euphoria that Kap mentioned. It does have an intense euphoria state. Almost like you have peaked on MD but without rushing your face off and then you stay like that for a while. I didn't go out when I did it so was a bit different, we just chilled at home with it.
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Damn Kap, ever consider writing for Penthouse? ;D
Semi-erect druggie chiming in hahaha can't wait to try this MOXY!
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What goes through the minds of people who 'party hard'? I haven't ever felt the need to have crazy nights but then again I'm a reserved and introverted person. I couldn't imagine doing what you're doing even if I was out of my mind on drugs. We're anonymous here, is it because you're trying to escape something? I just don't really understand people taking 10 hits of LSD or doing tons of cocaine all night long.
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What goes through the minds of people who 'party hard'? I haven't ever felt the need to have crazy nights but then again I'm a reserved and introverted person. I couldn't imagine doing what you're doing even if I was out of my mind on drugs. We're anonymous here, is it because you're trying to escape something? I just don't really understand people taking 10 hits of LSD or doing tons of cocaine all night long.
I wonder what goes on in minds like his... must be bloody boring, I bet.
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What goes through the minds of people who 'party hard'? I haven't ever felt the need to have crazy nights but then again I'm a reserved and introverted person. I couldn't imagine doing what you're doing even if I was out of my mind on drugs. We're anonymous here, is it because you're trying to escape something? I just don't really understand people taking 10 hits of LSD or doing tons of cocaine all night long.
LOL you just need to get bashed round the head with the rave-bible mate. It's all fun and games! ;D
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loved this fucking post, sounds like a mental night, drug induced epic moments are not really that rare but this is in a whole new league !
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loved this fucking post, sounds like a mental night, drug induced epic moments are not really that rare but this is in a whole new league !
Prawly! Where you been man? Not seen you on here for ages. Did you nail your ex?
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You dont know the half of it mate been so fucking busy iv been fucking great got some crazy stories for you, and yes shes been keeping me rather busy too :p will try and PM you tonight but if i cant il do it in the morning, How you been mate?
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You dont know the half of it mate been so fucking busy iv been fucking great got some crazy stories for you, and yes shes been keeping me rather busy too :p will try and PM you tonight but if i cant il do it in the morning, How you been mate?
GOOD LAD! I knew you'd pin it. ;) Yeah cool man, just PM me whenever.
And I'm sound, having a quiet night in tonight, tomorrow will be for the sesh! 8)
You seen that advert for Plan B's new film btw? Ill Manors? Looks pretty good.
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+1 Nice story, I like this part best (emotionally):
"I see this girls life (not really, but you know what I mean). How she would spend her time alone, her boredom with things, but how she wanted excitement. I thought it's no wonder people go to the park with a pack of cigs and a bottle of WKD on a friday night and do as much stupid shit as possible, they just want to fucking live, so they do in the way closest to them, in the way they know how to. I could have fucking sworn, that she saw this in me. Maybe it's my unerring self belief, or maybe it was the drugs, or maybe it did actually happen. These are faded photographs now, but in that moment? I could feel her soul.".
It's exactly how I feel too when I'm on psyche. And the experience of looking into another person's soul would open up another vast dimension of your sight. Actually come to think about it in the ordinary sense, it's quite a scary, but profound way of looking into someone.
So, what becomes of you and your girl? Hope it's an 'happily ever after' ending too, mate ;)
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Great post!
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What goes through the minds of people who 'party hard'? I haven't ever felt the need to have crazy nights but then again I'm a reserved and introverted person. I couldn't imagine doing what you're doing even if I was out of my mind on drugs. We're anonymous here, is it because you're trying to escape something? I just don't really understand people taking 10 hits of LSD or doing tons of cocaine all night long.
I imagine for the same reason Charlie Sheen was doing all that blow and banging all those hookers. Cause I've got one speed, one gear, and lots of speed, and lots of gear.
But then again I have friends who share your mindset and they don't understand it either, they're happy with a few beers and a few joints and just chilling, as am I at certain times. But then other times I just get the insane, insatiable urge to just fucking go mental.
I think honestly its because of the shared moments you create with people when going through something utterly absurd. When every single person at a party is absolutely railed off their tits and literally everyone is on the highest, most intense level of energy, and everyone knows that everyone else is too, that's when the coolest shit happens in my opinion.
Still, just chilling will always be fucking cool.
So, what becomes of you and your girl? Hope it's an 'happily ever after' ending too, mate ;)
Well.. she's actually pretty cool. I think she's infatuated with me though because I'll give her a short text back like "Ok cool see you then :)", expecting her to be like "Cool :)" and then we carry on the talking when I see her, because I hate texting.. but every reply she's giving me is 100 questions and trying to make me laugh and stuff, and as much as I hate texting, it is kind of endearing. Like awwwww :-[
But I aint looking for any Disney shit, as I'm sure she is. I just hope she's cool enough to be able to chill in a badass way without wanting to put labels on it, which is almost definitely a vain hope on my part. It's these women's magazines I'm telling you
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Hi Kappacino, ironically you have a talent for writing a script I don't understand why you'd hate texting isn't it similar lol.
Actually I am also curious if your perception towards her is still maintained the same while you are trippin and now that you are sober?
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Haha, just flashing back on Lim reminding us that he was sending us at least 2 hits worth so "don't take it all in one go!". ;D
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Haha, just flashing back on Lim reminding us that he was sending us at least 2 hits worth so "don't take it all in one go!". ;D
Indeed... :P
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Hi Kappacino, ironically you have a talent for writing a script I don't understand why you'd hate texting isn't it similar lol.
Actually I am also curious if your perception towards her is still maintained the same while you are trippin and now that you are sober?
I'm one with the keyboard. Touchscreen phones on the other hand? Not so great
If you mean the perception of seeing her truly.. that was gone with the drugs. Now I'm just looking at her through the lens of "have fun.. man she's hot.. mmmmm ;)".
I don't typically have profound insights with women. This occurance was so vastly different to my normal way of being, it's ridiculous really how different it was. But she doesn't seem to be able to tell the difference ;D
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Haha, just flashing back on Lim reminding us that he was sending us at least 2 hits worth so "don't take it all in one go!". ;D
Fortunately I missed that bit. I'm glad it went the way it did. What with chaos theory and everything.. if I'd taken half the dose I might have ended up getting raped.
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Haha, just flashing back on Lim reminding us that he was sending us at least 2 hits worth so "don't take it all in one go!". ;D
Fortunately I missed that bit. I'm glad it went the way it did. What with chaos theory and everything.. if I'd taken half the dose I might have ended up getting raped.
It's all good, a very well written report and sounds like you had a blast.
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That was very likely the best review/trip report I have read since reading some of Hunter S Thompsons stuff. I got a contact high just from reading it.
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Fucking epic.
This has convinced me to try it out.
He should get royalties Lim. :-p
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Best Yarn iv read in ages, expect an order closer to payday Lim!
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Just let me know, I'll get it to you ASAP.
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great story man reminds me of why i dont go out drinking and doing pills/acid etc anything can happen,carnt do it anymore great when u young though
u need to be a bit carefull im sure 6th formers dont wear school uniforms u might of found yourself some squeekers
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Awesome story, reminds me of my youth for sure....getting a little old for craziness like that tho
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Can't wait to try this MOXY man. This was one hell of a story!
I've got the bag sitting here next to me, and I've gotta decide on the day to do it. I'll prolly split it with a friend later this week.
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Can't wait to try this MOXY man. This was one hell of a story!
I've got the bag sitting here next to me, and I've gotta decide on the day to do it. I'll prolly split it with a friend later this week.
Make sure you weigh it out mate, I over-weighed the bags and a few of them were like 40mg because I couldn't be arsed to be anal about putting half of it back in the bag. I recommend taking it with a mate, it a very bonding psychedelic.
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Sounds like something from skins
What confused me though was the fact you kept skipping from British slang and then to American
One minute your like "you fucking prick", next minute your like "dude lets bail"
Whats up with that?
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Woah. Does SR have a place to store trip reports like this? If not, it needs one because I want to read more haha.
I also agree with Leech about the bit about staring into the life of that girl. IDK how to explain it; its like that one millisecond they let their guard down and a flicker comes across there eyes where you see them for what they are. Ahh...If I was half as good with words as you I might be able to explain it!
But yea, some people just don't get the desire to shake their night up by throwing something a little different into the mix. I only have one story under my belt but hope to start accumulating a few more :D
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Epic post. Reading it made me realise I've wasted my life by not spending my life this wasted. Might have to get me some MOXY.
Oh, and HungryGorilla, he's probably like me and watches far too much American TV.
So Kappacino likes schoolgirls and buys drugs off SR, The Sun would love him!!!
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Sounds like something from skins
What confused me though was the fact you kept skipping from British slang and then to American
One minute your like "you fucking prick", next minute your like "dude lets bail"
Whats up with that?
Because I live in the UK.. and the entertainment industry is predominantly American? It's fairly self explanatory, bro :)
Also, does it even matter?