HEXN3T

Look at this wall

Image removed. Here's a readjusted script, including a trip report:

Combo name: Superflip (LSD/DXM/THC)

Lovingly named after the Rubik’s cube permutation (the best one), the superflip is a rather normal combination of substances--a psychedelic, a dissociative, and a cannabinoid. Do NOT use a serotonin-releasing psychedelic, like MDMA, in conjunction with DXM, as it will cause serotonin syndrome! These substances all have a psychedelic nature. Note that it is important to take THC orally, as this will potentiate psychedelic-esque effects. Indeed, even DXM is noted to have psychedelic properties--I can vouch.

I feel the name “super” is a little.. done to death. However, in this case, the name is rather apt. The reason will be made apparent later.

DXM and THC both strongly potentiate LSD. If you’re daring, you could honestly use this as a way to get more use out of your tabs. It’s hard to argue with cost effectiveness these days, thanks to the wonderful work of orange. With this combination, a tab and a half of a $25 ten strip got me further than three tabs of a $100 ten strip.

It’s a solid combination, overall, but it’s far from being for the faint of heart. This one has some wild unpredictability in terms of strength. Start slow, and be patient. I found this combination to be highly enjoyable, with effort on my part.

In one word, though.. it’s exhilarating.

19 April 2025

It is 1347 EST. I am in my parents’ living room, writing this. I am mentally preparing myself for the worst possible outcome, as this is, by far, my strongest trip yet. I am doing a drug combo I have named “Trichroma” (NOTE: renamed). It is to mix a psychedelic with DXM, and take an edible at the same time, named for being composed of three psychedelic-esque substances. Please read into DXM’s safety, as it is unsafe to mix with many substances. I have selected LSD, as it is my personal favourite psychedelic.

Planned dose:

• 300mg Dextromethorphan (Freebase)
• 200µg Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (Gel Tabs)
• 50mg of ∆9-THC (Orally)

Initial Notes

I’ll be fine. Probably.

(NOTE: This initial word was absolutely comical in hindsight.)

Report

+0:00 (1500) - Initial 150mg dextromethorphan dose.

+0:05 - Deciding to reduce LSD dose to 150µg. Split the tabs as evenly as I could, but gel is tricky to work with. Taking about a tab and a half, plus a tiny, long sliver of an unknown amount at +1:15.

+0:13 - Opened a bottle of Pedialyte. This is for later, when my coordination will certainly be hindered. Pedialyte is hydrating, with some nutritional value, making it an excellent choice for a small amount of energy, when eating is challenging. Also useful for sweating, which will certainly come up on this relatively hot day. It is 26º.

+0:15 - Elected to dose 50mg of diphenhydramine, for nausea. Allowed another 100mg if necessary.

+0:30 - Additional and final 150mg of dextromethorphan.

+0:45 - 100mg of DPH. Effects are ramping up. I feel a little heavy, and pleasantly warm. It’s nice. This is likely the small amount of DPH going to work, combined with the DXM.

+0:50 - Eyes are getting a little dry, and my stomach hurts a little bit. Nothing unbearable. I still feel in a good mood. By the 1:15 mark, I should know whether this will go well or not.

+0:55 - DXM ramping up in intensity. I have a bit of time left to mission abort. 

+1:00 (1600) - Nausea ramping up. Coordination is hindered. I think I should have dosed less DXM, and I’m regretting it at this point.

+1:15 - Threw up. Benadryl, you've failed me. Honestly thankful, though. Obviously, not dosing LSD at this point. There has been a delay.

+1:30 - Willed myself to just try a 50µg dose of LSD--half a tab, and a sliver. Noting somewhat prominent DPH visuals. Prominent DPH closed eye visuals, with its characteristic smeary appearance.

+1:55 - About 25mg of THC. Hoping it’ll mitigate that nausea

+2:00 (1700) - Considering dosing 100µg of LSD, though I feel a bit rough. The nausea is fairly bad at this point.

+2:10 - Forced myself a 100µg dose of LSD, deciding I’m ready to follow through.

It was the most beautiful day.

I sat in the backyard, watching my flat-coated retriever, Vanta, run around with two other lovely dogs. The sight of these dogs enjoying the outdoors simply touched my soul in a way that nothing else ever has.

Of all of the days, this was the most beautiful one.

I sat with my father, and discussed this experience, as I watched the most inexplicably, earth-shatteringly powerful visuals I have ever encountered. The Earth itself was a painting. The trees, the clouds, everything was alive.

Of all of the days, this was the best one.

If I sat still, fractal geometry would envelop my entire vision. The clouds folded on themselves. The trees breathed. It was a spectacle.

Of all of the days, this was the most perfect one.

I must note, at the beginning of the trip, I was experiencing deja vu, and almost convinced myself I was in the wrong universe. It felt as if reality itself seemed to stop being believable. I remained calm. When I did, I realised I was in for an incredible healing experience.

The staggering beauty of my mediocre suburban Kentucky backyard was exactly what I needed at this point. Every aspect of existence felt overtly positive. After all, those trees are going to waste not being enjoyed.

It truly was the most beautiful day of them all.

The world must stay appreciative.

The world must stay fascinated.

An Erowid link may be provided eventually.

I'm crying please

wraoir..

None in the middle are missing.

100% Florida free

EDIT: ESH. I've been an asshole without realising it, and my friends really weren't open about the drama until very recently. I was right, though--I'm terrible at explaining myself. We agree drugs aren't a problem for me, but I should keep discussion light. Kairos--there is a time and a place for everything.

(My app doesn't allow marking posts as NSFW. I don't know whether this should be considered NSFW or not, but I can't mark it anyway. I'll sign in on desktop later, if need be. An admin can also do the courtesy of marking it for me. Thank you, regardless.)

Sorry if this is all a little disorganised.

2025 has been a good year for me, despite everything. I've made my first attempts to meet new people, thanks to guidance from people on this very platform, and things are finally looking up. I feel productive and somewhat healthy. I feel like I'm in a position to help others, even though things look bleak for all of us.

Except for one problem.

I use drugs more than any of my friends. I'm the only one who's done DXM, for instance, and I constantly read about new things to try. I'd do opium, even, given the chance. So, that's the problem, then. I do drugs.

No. No, it isn't, actually.

The actual problem is that I put so much effort into research, so much effort into considering what's actually safe to use, so much effort into making sure I don't overuse them, so much effort into considering doses, so much effort to make sure it doesn't impact others negatively, so much effort. That's despite their history of being upset towards me, and nobody cares. My friends constantly pester me for taking a "dark path", and every argument I make to try to object to that results in me being called some form of disabled, or immature, or stupid. One outlier online even called me multiple slurs, claiming my actual mental disorders are also completely fake.

Here's a good question that should be pretty easy to answer. Which one's hurting me more? The drugs, or the people? Because the problem certainly isn't the one that actually keeps me in a good, level-headed, sane headspace, that I use with care--and absolutely the one causing me all this mental turmoil in the first place.

Drugs are a human right. I have a right to determine what goes in my body, and I've been exceptionally careful, thanks to the help I was never given. I helped myself. I was suicidal, I pursued DIY psychedelic therapy, and now I find myself on a journey that I couldn't be happier with.

Yet none of that is enough.

Perhaps more science than I've provided already will be enough. Maybe the two week break I'm on will satisfy them. Maybe I should spell it out--their drugphobia, and unwillingness to accept different viewpoints, or consider my history, strongly mirrors homophobia and transphobia.

Let me make a point. They all drink alcohol. Alcohol is more addictive, and harmful to the user and others (in the form of drunk driving), and is considerably more dangerous than heroin. Yet, they'll criticise me for using poppers, despite the fact that poppers are considered safer, according to Drug Science, than any other drug they looked in to. That's safer than magic mushrooms, possibly the safest drug in existence, arguably. It's the most widely accepted risk index in the world. Mind you, some of these friends have also used nicotine, too. Also far more dangerous than what I do. I have as well, of course, but I'm considering not using nicotine or alcoholic products ever, not even on occasion. That's in contrast to them. Alcohol hurts the body, and drinking less simply slows the process. None of the drugs I use have such a long-term negative effect.

I'm also the only one that estimates my BAC with a calculator every time, but whatever. Thanks for that suggestion, S.

They have no right to criticise me for the very same thing they do on a regular basis. We even smoke weed, and nobody has a problem with it. Probably because it's not taboo enough.. anymore.

It's hypocrisy, because I've actually been safer than them, despite using a wider variety of substances.

I have a small handful of people who've been actually supportive, including someone I had just met. They applaud me for the effort I've put in to stay safe, and I'm glad to have those kind of people in my life. Some of them have been through incredibly rough patches (it seems like these types are the few with empathy, anymore). Some of them are just open minded. Regardless of their background, though, it's clear that they're far more empathetic than some of the people in my primary friend group.

I'm angry, and it's caused by the very people claiming to "help" me. They aren't helping. They're outright berating and slandering me, and at this point, I'm considering simply dropping them. However, I'm a productive person, and simply walking away from my problems is unacceptable by my standards. There's a peaceful resolution to this, and I intend to find it.

I'm not wrong, am I? As much as I've been gaslit over the years, I still think I can see through it all--through all the self doubt, all the people who claimed I'd never be enough. Despite all of that, I'm not suicidal, or even depressed.

So please tell me I'm right. Thanks for reading all this, if you did.

This rule stolen from the Hyprland Discord

My nickname is unimportant