Describe the rush based on swims experiences.
Swim feel an intense warm feeling but he cant describe more because his comunication skills are worse.Maybe more gifted individuals can poit more in detail about the rush feelings.
We'll start after the cooking ritual, which is incredibly pleasurable and filled with a myriad of stimulating sights and smells in itself; but we shall leave that for another to describe. Let us begin with a full needle of a beautiful semi-translucent caramel to light-caramel color, the air tapped out of the bottom and expelled, the vein located and excited by some light tapping. The aromatic smell of the heroin steam still hangs in the air; floating about and tickling the senses. The needle goes in: if it's a fresh needle, there's a little added pleasure as it slides easily through your skin like a hot knife through warm butter. If it's dull, you're still happy, but marginally less so. As with many things in life, there is a gradient to the experience; from the most ideal scenario, down to a marginally acceptable scenario. One of the lovely things about heroin is that it makes the worst case almost always, at the very least, acceptable.
You get the draw. Bonus pleasure points if it is on the first try. If it is in the first couple tries less points, and after a certain amount of vascular exploration it can become agitating. Nonetheless, when you see the blood swirl in, your whole body gets a tingle of excitement. The best of course is seeing the high pressure swirl in the barrel of the needle. Any blood will elicit joy, however it is generally agreed that the "swirl" is more aesthetically pleasing than the "leak."
Your grip fixed, you begin to push in. The size of the vein, the location of the vein, and the gauge of the needle will determine how fast you can push without risk of bursting; the archaic heroin lore regarding a fast push being more pleasurable should be noted, and perhaps some day medical science will finally be able to answer this elusive question.
Now, depending on the heroin and its cut, you may immediately feel it coursing through your veins. Sometimes SWIM is so impatient that he doesn't let it cool down enough, and can feel the warm liquid flowing in near the injection site. Otherwise as the needle drains, there may be a moment of suspense as you anticipate a feeling, yet feel nothing. The following sensations may come all at once, in any order, or not at all. For SWIM, the heart always comes first. It feels as though an Angel has reached into SWIM's chest and gripped his heart tightly, in a vice of pure love. Or perhaps a love of pure vice. His chest feels paralyzed for a moment; a sensation he has come to associate with the immediate anticipation and satisfaction of overwhelming euphoria. Depending on the quality and a number of other factors, SWIM may taste it too, seemingly under the tongue. He usually induces this anyways by squirting the last drop of heroin blood into his mouth, another step associated with the ritual. Finally, the rarest sensation would be a warming of the sphincter muscle. This usually accompanies the best heroin rushes - fitting, isn't it, that in such case it should stimulate the erogenous zones as well?
Finally, end of the line. It reaches SWIM's head and his mind feels a blurry warmth, rich with possibilities, form inside and expand. It's as though a piece of the divine has been unlocked and recalled from a dimension hazy with love, and melds into and centers itself within SWIM's consciousness. It washes over SWIM and melts away pain, suffering, anxiety; it cuts all the cords of apprehension and stress, forgotten already as they float out of view; it pans left, pans right, tilts and shakes; it zooms out, pauses, and zooms back in to reveal clearer lines and deeper colors, then draws the true world into focus. A place where SWIM can live, grow, learn, create, love and give.
Last edited by dyingtomorrow; 16-05-2009 at 20:12.
We'll start after the cooking ritual, which is incredibly pleasurable and filled with a myriad of stimulating sights and smells in itself; but we shall leave that for another to describe. Let us begin with a full needle of a beautiful semi-translucent caramel to light-caramel color, the air tapped out of the bottom and expelled, the vein located and excited by some light tapping. The aromatic smell of the heroin steam still hangs in the air; floating about and tickling the senses. The needle goes in: if it's a fresh needle, there's a little added pleasure as it slides easily through your skin like a hot knife through warm butter. If it's dull, you're still happy, but marginally less so. As with many things in life, there is a gradient to the experience; from the most ideal scenario, down to a marginally acceptable scenario. One of the lovely things about heroin is that it makes the worst case almost always, at the very least, acceptable.
You get the draw. Bonus pleasure points if it is on the first try. If it is in the first couple tries less points, and after a certain amount of vascular exploration it can become agitating. Nonetheless, when you see the blood swirl in, your whole body gets a tingle of excitement. The best of course is seeing the high pressure swirl in the barrel of the needle. Any blood will elicit joy, however it is generally agreed that the "swirl" is more aesthetically pleasing than the "leak."
Your grip fixed, you begin to push in. The size of the vein, the location of the vein, and the gauge of the needle will determine how fast you can push without risk of bursting; the archaic heroin lore regarding a fast push being more pleasurable should be noted, and perhaps some day medical science will finally be able to answer this elusive question.
Now, depending on the heroin and its cut, you may immediately start feeling it going in your veins. Sometimes SWIM is so impatient that he doesn't let it cool down enough, and can feel the warm liquid flowing in near the injection site. Otherwise as the needle drains, there may be a moment of suspense as you anticipate a feeling, yet feel nothing. The following sensations may come all at once, in any order, or not at all. For SWIM, the heart always comes first. It feels as though an Angel has reached into SWIM's chest and gripped his heart tightly, in a vice of pure love. Or perhaps a love of pure vice. His chest feels paralyzed for a moment; a sensation he has come to associate with great pleasure. Depending on the quality and a number of other factors, SWIM may taste it in his mouth. He usually induces this anyways by squirting the last drop of heroin blood into his mouth, another association of the ritual. Finally, the rarest sensation would be a warming of the sphincter muscle. This is usually associated with the best heroin rushes - fitting, that it should stimulate the erogenous zones as well.
Finally it reaches SWIM's head, and his mind feels a blurry warmth, rich with possibilities, form inside and expand. It's as though a piece of the divine has been unlocked and recalled from a dimension hazy with love, and centered itself in SWIM's consciousness. It washes over SWIM and melts away pain, suffering, anxiety; it cuts all the cords of apprehension and stress, forgotten already as they float out of view; it pans left, pans right, tilts and shakes; it zooms out, pauses, and zooms back in to reveal clearer lines and deeper colors, then draws the true world into focus. A place where SWIM can live, grow, learn, create, love and give.
Wow that was beautiful dyingtomorrow if swim wasn't already high he would have to go out and score after that post, amazing details and well put with emotions and feelings that come from something considered to be the devil. Swim cant really say anything else more about the rush that last post pretty much answers it extremly perfect. Just one quick add though the rush is something that least in swims opinion no drug can possibly measure up to its basically like a quick pass to heaven.
It's difficult for SWIM to describe the rush since tolerance has made the rush less and less common, and when a rush does come, it is muted in comparison to that first time. But, ah, that first time! SWIM can still remember it. He was shooting up alone, without anyone to guide him. He had been working up slowly, the first day injecting the size of a match head, the second day injecting maybe a third of a bag. Only on the third day, when he shot two-thirds of a bag did he feel his first intense rush. As much as SWIM hates the comparison between sex and H, there is one way in which both are similar. One can imagine with some accuracy what each feels like before ever having tried it. The H rush is like that, but better. Your whole body throbs. You can feel, oddly, that small amount of H seemingly shooting throughout your entire being, not just the small place where you injected. SWIM's knees went weak, his legs tightened up a tad, and for two minutes there was pure bliss. Obviously, after that, there was no turning back.
15-05-2009, 12:55
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