*humms the Star Trek:The Next Generation theme*
These are the voyages of the dex-er Shawn. His continuing mission, to explore strange new plateaus. To seek out alien beings, and god like creatures...to boldly go where no crackhead has gone before. (drinking ass juice ^_^ )
He got 3 bottles of Dollar General Tussin DM, and extracted the dextromethorphan out of it according to The Third Plateau website.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 12:20AM -
Shawn got it out of the fridge, sat there looking at it and ogling, he sipped it to taste it. He made Terri taste it, and she made a lemony face and asked if she could lick his ass to get that taste out of her mouth. She gargled with Pepsi Si. Shawn took 3 deep breaths and began to chug the ass juice until it was gone. Then he chased it with soda, burped, nearly puked it all up, fighting all the urge to puke, becuase all 5 hours of preperation would have been wasted. Then smoked a cigarette and decided to keep a log of his crackheadedness.
Upon drinking it, after everythings gone and you can settle down, it brings upon imediate drowsiness that lasts about 5 minutes, until the aftertaste is gone.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 12:44AM -
Your body starts feeling kinda like it does when you're huffing gas. like its lighter, but heavier at the same time. and computer monitors and tvs start looking weird. the coloring is really bright for the white and everything else kinda fades away but you can still see it.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 12:49AM -
It feels like somebody is pushing on your temples and your eyes start drooping down. your voice gets mellower, and it gets hard to pronounce words. it becomes more work to say the whole sentence instead of cutting out syllables.
The room begins to shake and sway.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 12:52AM -
If you have muscle spasms like your leg bouncing up and down out of boredom like in school, it starts going really fast and uncontrollably. And everything feels orgasmic to move, like a good stretch.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 12:56AM -
Shawn is pretty much just sitting on the couch barely propped up against me. his pupils arent huge yet, but getting there. he looks fuckin comfy as hell.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 12:58AM -
Shawn can still say words, but has no desire to talk at this point. he sat up and stretched, like a "just woke up" stretch. i said "that must feel good" and he plopped back down on the couch and is leaning on me. his ears feel hot, kinda like a fever, but only his ears. temples are feeling numb, hard to explain. yawning alot. feels kinda like smoking a menthol cigarette, but only traces of menthol are in there (what his chest feels like). very very faint traces. all previous effects are increasing, sentences become shorter, thinking harder. concentrating almost impossible.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 1:06AM -
Brights become brighter, almost glaring like a rocket in the sky or something. you feel kinda like your in a tunnel trance or something, like everythings moving fast but your stable in one place. you pronounce words correctly but you mix them up, i.e. meant to say Dollar General, but said General Dollar. eyes become more droopier, jaw also kinda hangs, mouth stays open, which is leading to drymouth. (wife now hands shawn drinkage) you get very lazy, like when you smoke weed, you'd rather die of thirst than to have to sit up and drink something. anyway you sit becomes comfortable. traces of a slight headache, but dont' think it'll develop into an actual headache, its more of a weird feeling in your brain/head area.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 1:37AM -
eyes become severly glossy and red and bloodshot. "i hope it works soon, because it doesn't seem to be doing anything other than what i've listed, its really weak" (subject cannot fucking concentrate for shit at this point) "its definatly having an effect on my body, but i'm not getting obliverated like i desire"
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 3:23AM -
The shit appears not to be working as much as I hoped it would. although i do feel something, its not enough to satisfy my lust. and it has me severely fucking gassy. every five seconds *makes fart sound* . i guess i'm going to have to get pure DXM powder, which means some saving up like a motherfucker. and terri will get fucked up with me.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 3:29 -
he's moving like a robot throughout the room. carefully planning each and every move and he's constantly losing his train of thought.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 5:37AM -
i asked shawn for the lighter cuz i had a cig nubbin saved up. he says "no! my nubbin!!!!" and starts looking at me with this dorky, silly, deranged look and said "my nubbin!" a few more times, with the "dog draggin its ass cuz it itches" look on his face. we busted out laughing and he told me "go to the DXM files"...lol. based on this, we can conclude that after tripping on DXM (as weak as it may be), it makes you act really fucking goofy and do weird shit.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 6:16AM -
subject has resorted to retarded goofiness. we got into a frogging war after he tried to "dead leg" me or something...then i tried to look up something on the net and he kept pestering me and i flailed and started frogging him in the same spot on the arm. he says it hurts to even clench his fist. on DXM pain is more muted. small pains don't hurt, and big pains feel like small pains normally do.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 8:14AM -
Shawn and i got into an argument. he wants me to give him our last bit of money for drugs. we have no jobs and no other source of income, and he wants our last fucking money!! we argued and all and then he kept laughing like a little fucking crackhead (and a crackhead goes runnin across the floor...lol) and so i laid my head in his lap and said its either lay on you for a bit or hit you alot and i chose to lay on you. he laughed more, then laughed again, and again, and didn't stop for like five fucking minutes. then i said snot-nosed-booger-brat and hooga-booga, and he cracked up even more. DXM makes him stupid. now he's focusing on the screen with his right hand lookin like the vulcan "live long and prosper" thing.lmao. keeps trying to say something but can't quite spit it out, gripes at me to hold on and let him concentrate. looks frustratedly at the screen and scratches his head. says "oh yeah" then says "i forgot again". *resume file* he kept buggin me and was like ok so gimmie money, we'll both get fucked up. and he lauged so hard he nearly pissed himself. he was kicking the floor and dresser, his face was turning red, and he thought he was gonna have a heart attack he was laughing so hard and couldn't stop for shit. i got mad at him and was griping and he's like "but i'm so irresistable" and i was like "no your so irresponsible!! you wanna have a kid and you can't even...." and i trailed off out of frustration. this leads me to believe DXM has some effect on the part of the brain that makes you laugh.
Sunday, Feb. 22, 2004 - 9:28AM -
just had major argument with wife. and can't stop staring at the ceiling and laying spread eagle on bed. ceiling is very fascinating. this is a hell of alot more laziness than weed ever caused. very relaxed. *had just came in from doing raking up a bunch of rubble from a torn down apartment, which in turn accelerated the body and kicked it in*
