Citation: AnarchaCannabis. "The World Was Made of Marshmallow Pillows: An Experience with Methoxetamine & L-Tyrosine (exp106976)". Erowid.org. Dec 17, 2016. erowid.org/exp/106976
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The time was late summer. I had just been hired for a swell job as an actor in a haunted house, and I was in a celebratory mood. I had access to MXE in abundance, as well as various legal supplements I had picked up here and there. Since work wouldn't be for a few hours, I decided to take 500mg of tyrosine at around 1 or 2PM. This gave me a nice storehouse of dopaminic energy, as it usually does for me.
3 hours pass, and I notice work will be starting soon. Since it's weeks before Halloween season starts, our first few days of employment are about safety protocols and what the haunt will look like this year. Management tweaks things every year to stay competitive, and even though I had worked this haunt before, I still needed to learn what was new. But an awful lot of it is review. So I figured having some MXE under my belt would at least keep me from being bored, and wouldn't distract me too badly.
20 mg is my usual dose of MXE insufflated, but I had a lot of it and I was in a good mood (L-tyrosine), so sure why not do 35mg? I've done more than that before. *Sniff* Ah, oh ick throat drip, *hack* ah, that's better.
T+20: Ohhh right, the tyrosine.
The mental load was virtually identical to normal MXE feels at that dosage, but the physical load was huge. Not distressing in the slightest--MXE pretty much destroys stress--but the dissociative effect was amped up considerably. My body was puffy-feeling, like I was the Michelin Man or something. Time had no meaning whatsoever, and soon I realized I would have to be at work at around 6 o'clock. And work is 15 minutes away by bike, my only reliable means of transportation. Um.
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
MXE, like cannabis, does not impair ME very much, but your actual mileage may vary. And tyrosine focuses me. I bike BETTER with tyrosine. So the combination did not impair my reaction time or balance, BUT IT MIGHT FOR YOU.
Getting my shit together and getting on my bike was wild and incongruous, yet I remained totally functional. MXE has this strange ability to allow me while under its spell to perform complicated tasks with not only normal functionality, but without totally comprehending what I am doing. It's as if, whereas a normal set of tasks would induce stress, the stress is absent and thus replaced with confusion. My body expects stress and doesn't receive it, so the lack of that expected feedback makes me go 'Huh?'
My body expects stress and doesn't receive it, so the lack of that expected feedback makes me go 'Huh?'
, however since the stress is not there, I can continue my tasks unimpeded! The tyrosine only served to increase my energy and focus, which is a clever stunt to pull off when dissociated and unable to focus. So I can't focus, but I am focusing. Very, very strange.
Biking was extraordinary; time meant nothing, biking slower or faster did not affect how fast I perceived I was going
time meant nothing, biking slower or faster did not affect how fast I perceived I was going
. Yet I stopped at every red light, signaled braking and turns correctly, and had literally no trouble getting around. At red lights when I took my feet off the pedals and on the ground, the ground always felt closer than I expected. Simultaneously, the world looked closer than it actually was, like an inverse side mirror. It was as if everything was made of marshmallow pillows, soft and puffy and smushed together. The dissociation of the body seemed to creep into my visual field, with the outside environment looking like how touching things felt.
Getting to work revealed a big sunset streaming down the street outside where we wait to be let in. I must have waited less than an hour--y'know, 4 months--until coming inside, then getting this year's lowdown from my director. My castmates and I waited inside in a particularly creepy part of the building, and despite being aware of what was being said, my eyes kept drifting around at the set, the dirt on the floor, the late afternoon light smokily glowing through the ceiling windows.
The rest of work was uneventful. Every snack and beverage brought me out of my dissociation bit by bit. I was sober riding home, save for a little cannabis shared with castmates.
I would most certainly try this combination again, but I'd have a whole day free to explore it further. I would only bike on a closed course, or on a walk. With a sober sitter (or walker, in this case).
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