DOSE:	200 mg	oral	DXM	(daily)
	repeated	oral	Cloves

BODY WEIGHT:

105 lb

After eating two half-inch cloves, my mouth burns and numbs. It creeps down my throat, starts to itch, gone. The numbing increases, I am sitting on a chair, listening to NCIS. I am typing this on a huge, bulky, silver and black desktop.

Blurry vision, I take about 200 milligrammes of DXM every night, so I don't know which it is, drug or herb. I keep on pumping my leg up and down, and I try pumping both, then shaking both. There are spots all over any white surface, or should I say, any plain surface. That is normal for me. It starts to cure me of suspense of my presents. It's my birthday tomorrow, but I won't say how old I will be, too dangerous. Van Halen's 'Jump' comes on XM on my television. I feel confused, energetic, good, happy, and relaxed. It's been about seven minutes, I ate the spice at 6 of the clock, post meridium. I wait two minutes before dosing myself again. I wait just until it is 6:10, it just turned now. I just ate two more, and spread myself on the floor, like a human star. Burns my mouth again, same numbness, ouch. At six thirteen, Billy Idol's 'Dancing With Myself' is on, and the star position is relaxing. Six fifteen. 'If Today Was Your Last Day' plays, then 'Hotel California'. Mum settles on 'Get Ready For This' (featured on SpongeBob SquarePants) at 6 twenty, then eat 2 more.

The pain is unbearable. I wash it down with a swig of cold water at 6:20. Becker is on. There is still an amount of burn'n'numb there. An Ensure commercial comes on, and it sounds wonderful. My vision is very blurry now, if you remember, I had greyish spots in my vision. They have moved to even more places now, and changed to tadpoles. I begin snacking on a few oyster crackers. It is almost six thirty, and I wait, still snacking. They taste much better, and I feel happier and stimulated. Six twenty-nine. I just wait for it. Six 30. Get up and eat two more. Having eaten eight now, I give up. I have to poo, and I am just going to edit the thing about 'Get Ready For This'. Yeah, it is now six thirty-three, and it now says it is featured on SpongeBob. Thirty-four, I just can't take it anymore. I feel confused, happy, and stimulated. Just hold 5 minutes. Ate an early dose at 3:38. I will now poo. After twenty minutes exactly, I get out. It is time for The Simpsons, and it is time now. Seven of the clocky. I ask my mother to smell my breath, and it smells like a 'musty old basement'. I smell hers. SoCo. Oh, well, at least it freshens breath, at least to some people. In the bathroom, it acted as a good diuretic, and I was reading The Mysterious Benedict Society. Lilah the cat ignored me, but it was a good book. No reading enhancements, though. Ah, it was a good experience.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 78321
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Jul 23, 2019	Views: 163
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