[Vendor Review] Psychotropix - MXE - HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Using a custom format, because I don't believe in x/10 reviews. Hopefully this formatting doesn't fuck up when I copy it, because this shit is long as fuck. BRICK OF FUCKING TEXT, FUCK. WAY TO FUCK UP MY FORMATTING REDDIT. Nobody is going to read all that shit anyways.

Market: Agora

Vendor: Psychotropix

Product: 1g MXE

Price: $35 + $3 shipping

FE: Nope

Communication: None needed for this order. Marked shipped the next day as I purchased pretty late.

Shipping: Ordered late on a Sunday night, and I had it on my box by Saturday. Note that I didn't check it at any point before then, because my box is a good ways from where I live now.

Stealth: The last time I ordered some DMT from him, and the stealth was ridiculously fucking good. It actually took me a while to get to the product. This time, however, I was into the product basically immediately. External stealth was fine and everything, but there was no internal decoy or vac seal.

Visuals: Looked like an exceptionally fluffy fine white powder.

Quality: I have never done any sort of dissociative before so I have nothing to compare it to, but I would give it nothing less than a 10/10. See the long ass experience report below. Skip to the last third if you want to hear the good shit without the meaningless rambling. Note that this is his "old" batch, and not the new one that supposedly burns when railed. Had no burn whatsoever, and I'm a fucking baby when it comes to snorting shit.

Taste: I've railed it all the times I've taken it, but I put a little on my finger and it tastes like total ass. I have no clue how you people take this shit sublingually.

Pics: http://imgur.com/T3XblMO,k0yX0nu The first is a picture of the four lines I did in the experience report. The second is a picture of my baggy. It's kind of a shitty pic. Feel free to eyeball those lines and estimate my dosage haha.

Overall: Another flawless transaction from ol' psyx. I'm definitely going to search out his contact info to do some direct deals, because MXE is probably my new favorite drug. Sorry Lucy...

Experience Report: Twas a typical Thursday. I woke up early and went to work at 7 a.m. where I stayed until 11 a.m. making some good progress on all of my projects. I left work and headed to my apartment so that I could grab a quick bite to eat and take a shower before class. Upon arrival, I discover the fucking water has been turned off, and I have to bitch out the complex manager for being a dumbass. I've known more intelligent six year olds compared to these fucking squid brains. I microwave some leftovers and head to class without my shower; ugh. Nothing really monumental happened in class, because it is only our second class of the school year. That's fine by me. Following class, my roommate J calls me to go eat, and I tell him I have to get my watch fixed, because I broke the band being drunk as fuck a while ago. We meet up, and head to the opposite side of the city to this shady fucking area, and the place just looks ghetto as fuck. I call them and they're open, but I told the nigga that the watch I needed fixing is a fake Rolex and he absolutely freaked the fuck out on me. Apparently only broke ass bitches buy fake Rolex's, and I'm the embodiment of societal scum. Fucking bitch. I get to googling, and find a jeweler in a nearby town. I give him a call, and we chat for several minutes about all kinds of stuff like my school and shit. The dude was cool as fuck.

J and I head back to campus and grab a bite to eat at the local wings joint. We continue to discuss our planned drug escapades later that day. Tonight would be both of our first experiences with MXE, or methoxetamine. He's a little freaked out to do something with a name as intimidating as MXE, much less a research chemical, but I think I've got him convinced. We had planned to begin our journey right at 5 p.m. when I get out of class for the day, but I have to go get my watch fixed and he has to go home for some shit so we will be slightly delayed. We depart, and I head off to class where I some of my friends I hadn't seen in a nice while. We actually had to learn shit in this class, but it was actually enjoyable and I found it pretty interesting. I get out of class, and head out into absolutely hellacious rush hour traffic en route to the jeweler man. All these niggas doing their daily commute home, and I'm over here listening to Take Care by Drake trying not to cry. The album matches my life so perfectly right now to the point where it's freaky. Drake feels me, man. So many girl problems right now in my life, but that's not the point of this story. Anyways, my GPS doesn't know what the fuck it's doing and just starts telling me to do fucking U-turns every 100 fucking yards. I can't handle this shit. I call the guy again and he points me in the right direction. I arrive as Marvin's Room is peaking, and I'm just like "Fuck, don't cry bro". I go in the store, and the guy gets me all fixed up for free, because we're niggas now. We chat a while and the dude is super fucking cool. I jet out of there, and I'm like "Dayum, my watch is so fly". I just feel like a badass when I wear it for some reason. I tell J that I'll be back at 6 and he says he's going to be arriving back much later than that. I feel his lack of interest in doing drugs at this point. I get back to the apartment, clean shit up, and organize my things for a bit. I wait a couple minutes for my other roommate D to leave, because he doesn't really like drugs and will freak the fuck out if he sees me with any form of random white powder. After a little while he leaves, and I head to my drug treasure chest and grab my baggie of MXE and both of my scales. I hadn't been able to weigh out shit less than a gram for a while now, but I just replaced the batteries in both of them and am hoping that will fix them. I start dumping a little bit of powder onto the scale and not jack shit happens. Fuck. I end up getting a nice little lump on there which the scale doesn't even register, and I realize this shit could go very well or very poorly. Oh well, fuck it. I hadn't planned on doing it all at once anyways. J texts me to just go ahead and do it, and he will just trip sit me. I didn't think he really wanted to do it until he saw me survive it anyways. I don't give a fuck; more drugs for me.

It's worth noting that I have no experience railing shit whatsoever so I'm not sure what the average size of a line is, but I separate the lump into four pretty moderately sized ones. I put a little on my finger to taste it, and it tastes like absolute fucking shit. It makes molly taste like a golden vagina covered in whipped cream. It takes me a couple tries to roll up my dollar bill as tight as I want it due to my newbie status, but I finally manage to get it. I center myself for a moment and feed the smallest of the lines up my nose. It felt kind of weird, but surprisingly enough didn't burn whatsoever. I find the sensation of railing stuff very enjoyable. I had been having some sinus issues for a week or so, and I feel like the drugs are draining into my throat and it's weird as fuck.
I go to cop some water and realize the mother fucking water is still turned the fuck off, and I'm like "Fuck man it's 7 o'clock. I'm gonna fucking die now. Thanks you stupid fucks." I've heard the shit is dehydrating, and I just don't have enough fluids in my body right now. I grab one of my last cokes and head off to my room. The coke at least got the taste out of the back of my throat for now.

I load up some NBA 2K and run a game using the Heat against the Hawks wearing some dope throwback jerseys. I'm basically the 2K God, but around halftime the shit got difficult as fuck. My body started feeling very floaty and my hands felt absolutely massive on my controller. All of my movements felt precise and deliberate as fuck. D Wade was playing like absolute shit; the old man. He's having all sorts of fucking turnovers, and keeps missing open looks. Luckily, Chris Bosh keeps us in that bitch. I'm down six with about a minute to go where I kick it up a notch and tie it up with three seconds to go with a clutch ass monster three from Bosh. We're about to go to OT; I so clutch. The nigga calls a timeout to advance the ball, and Jeff Teague hits this bullshit fucking off-balance 30footer, and I'm just like "Fuck." Fuck, fuck, fuck. I just lay there for a minute reveling at how pissed I am right now. Jeff Teague? Really? Fuck me. My roommate comes in, and I realize I'm absolutely high as fuck. I get up to walk and I'm like "Fuck". At this point, my vocabulary has been entirely reduced to expletives. When I'm on drugs, specifically psychedelics, I have a very strict rule of not talking about the drugs. I feel like it hinders the experience overall, and it kind of takes you down a notch knowing that your consciousness is in its current state because you're on a drug. That being said I immediately go up to J, and I'm like "Dude, I'm absolutely high as fuck" and we share a laugh for a moment. I briefly explain that I feel floaty drunk, but everything looks so fucking crystal clear and vivid and my brain activity feels like it's been cranked up a notch. My body is tingly all over and it just feels so fucking good. When I walk all my joints feel robot-esque, and it's like my actions have been pre-determined for me which is cool as fuck. This is the shit.

J comes in my room, and we start up a game of 2K where I have the Wizards and he is using the Suns. I hit half of one of my remaining lines, and now I'm literally too fucking high to play 2K. The shit is a mother fucking effort. These niggas keep going from slow motion to super speed and from blurry to hyper HD, and it's abnormal as fuck. Regardless, I start the 4th up on him. Out of nowhere he gets Brandon Knight hot as fuck, and it's such a fucking struggle to contain him. That nigga was going the actual fuck off. In the end, I outcoached him and his starters got tired and I rode out the victory. Turn up. It's also worth noting that after this point I have absolutely no fucking clue of the timeline when I did the rest of these lines until the last one. I just kept knocking half of a line whenever I felt like it providing approximately half an hour between the doses where I could distinctly feel the additional dosage before the next ones.

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After some medication we decide we need to get a black and mild from the store, and I just do not fucking want to leave. I just really like the vibe of our place at the present. I freak the absolute fuck out that we will get arrested for some reason. After a solid amount of convincing, J drives us to the local gas station and gets a wood tip black and a Gatorade. We get back and light that bitch up on our balcony. The end-of-summer air is absolutely crisp as fuck and so refreshing. Our apartment is on the edge of a big ass mountain, and we have a beautiful view of the city. I had also realized the last time I was on drugs that this tree outside our balcony looks exactly like big weed nugs. I fantasize burning those bitches to the ground even though I can't even smoke weed for random drug tests at my work. We keep discussing bitches for an extended period of time. That would later turn seriously fucking bad, but that's a whole different fucking story. I keep staring at my arms, because they just look so fucking cool. They're just a beautiful fucking sight sporting my fake royal blue Rolex smoking this black. I just rotate my hand around and stare at it for a good fucking while; I just can't get over how dope it looks. I feel the need to take a selfie, and I'm like "Damn son, you look good". My features usually don't look so defined. My brain is just absolutely fucking swirling, and I'm thinking about fucking everything at once.

Following our tobacco session, J informs me that apparently we can see Mars really well tonight and we went outside. Due to the other apartments' presence we don't have an immediate view of the moon, but we hike up our massive mother fucking hill to get a better view. You don't even know how difficult that shit was when you feel like a robot. I'm happy as fuck though so it doesn't really bother me. We get to the top, and we don't see jack shit. I keep telling J that I don't think this shit was supposed to happen today, but he never listens. Regardless, there is no Mars to be seen. We would later find out the event had occurred the day before. We head back down the hill which was far more difficult than going up was. I have no fucking control of my speed and I'm going like 85 MPH down this bitch. I manage to drift down our little driveway section and we walk back inside.

J is like "Yo man, you tryna play 2K?" I'm like "obvs." I say that a lot these days for some reason. We want to play using good teams this time, and deem the night ceremonious enough to run a Cavs Warriors championship rematch. I elect to use the Cavs, because I'm ungodly real with LeBron. I rail my whole last line instead of doing half of it, and I'm like "Fuck". I'm like seriously fucking high. My body is just fucking gone, and my visuals have been warping to fuck for a while now. Fucking colors are changing and nothing is standing still. We start the game, and I'm just like "I can't fucking do this. I'm way too high right now." He takes an uncharacteristic 12-2 lead, and this shit is already fucking over. I call a timeout to bitch Bron out, and we get back in that shit. You can tell how fucked up I am by how I run my offense, and in this particular case It's apparent that I am absolutely fucked up. My game just looks so illegitimate right now. Somehow I managed to acquire a 6 point lead going into the 4th, but I know it doesn't mean shit as the Warriors are good as fuck. We come out Bron misses a couple of good looks, and my guys decide they aren't fucking going to fucking guard anyone. Steph was going balls to the wall and just fucking embarrassing Kyrie. I felt so bad for him. I ended up losing that bitch by more than 10 points. The fuck, guys. I had a five game win streak, but I realize it's ok because I'm still super fucking high. That last line apparently put me over the fucking threshold.

My iHome is still fucking blaring off my iPod, and I set it to "The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac". J leaves my room to presumably go to bed, and I close lay down on my bed and close my eyes. Immediately, I'm like "Yo, the inside of my eyes don't usually look like this." The shit starts off like a bunch of morphing shadows and shit I always get when I smoke DMT but don't breakthrough. Eventually everything evolves into a medium sized room where the walls are entirely coated in green felt. Well that is new. I observe the room change from a rectangular shape to a spherical thing a couple times over, and I'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around this shit. Occasionally, I would crack open my eyes to make sure I hadn't gone anywhere and the real world hadn't changed too excessively. I go back in that bitch, and there are immediately column like extrusions expanding out of the fucking walls sideways, and they're coming from fucking everywhere. These things are just growing ever so slowly all around me and one comes within like an inch in front of my face. I keep saying "What the fuck" in my head trying to understand this shit.

This is where shit gets weird. I'm lying down and I just start floating in the direction of my feet. This shit is absolutely fucking blowing my mind. I'm not moving, but I'm fucking moving. Everything is creeping so incredibly slowly. When I get to the wall of the felt room I just go right through that bitch, and I'm on a mother fucking beach. Wat. I like to think it was Mexico, but it could just be a random ass beach. I'm just floating along and I can vividly see the ocean on my right side and this dense jungle area on my left. I clearly hear the gentle turning of the waves, and I can smell the salt in the air. This shit was so fucking real. The music is absolutely fucking unreal. At one point J walks in to turn down my music, and "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac is playing, and he's like "You need to stop fucking listening to that song dude", because my lady interest has the chorus of that shit tattooed on her back. I pretend not to hear him and keep heading right down my little beach. I probably looked fucking dead to this nigga.

After a while I ascend up over the beach and start flying through the fucking air. Before I know it the beach has expanded into a fucking coastline, and I'm just flying high over this bitch seeing all of the waves. I can feel the wind all over my body. I eventually find myself over this area I'm convinced is California; the Promised Land has been reached. I see a lot of palm trees and all kinds of interesting looking houses. I can distinctly make out each one. Most of them have the typical California terracotta roofs, but I see several super modern obviously expensive houses you would see in Malibu or some place. I just keep asking myself "What in the fuck is happening?" I'm completely conscious that I'm on drugs at the moment, but cannot fucking figure out how I got from playing 2K into this completely alternate parallel universe in the span of what feels like moments. I can feel my body, but I can't see it. There is only my vision. I also have the ability to move my hands and shit, but I found it much more serene to just take the shit in completely still. Occasionally, I would crack my eyes ever so slightly and find the shape of my room unchanged. It's also worth noting that the music is absolutely warping to fuck and back, and was easily the most beautiful shit I had ever heard in my entire life. It was extraordinarily dope.

At some point I found myself eased into an envelope of fluffy pink clouds. I can't see anything for a minute, and I'm like "Yo take me back." After a little bit more flying I found myself on this fucking ice mountain type thing with a shit ton of snow. I land on the snow and start sliding. Shortly thereafter, I started slowly spinning on the ice, because I had no arms to help control my directional path. I keep sliding and end up passing some polar bears which were cool as fuck. I'm pretty positive they were the Coca-Cola bears. I begin to feel a bit chilly from the ice and I'm like "Fuck this shit." I hate the fucking cold so badly; summertime is my shit. Anyways I ended up falling off the mountain and free falling for what seemed like forever. It was peaceful as fuck though, because I was falling much slower than gravity would normally take you down. Everything is still moving so fucking slowly, and I'm still presumably lying motionless saying "What the fuck" to myself over and over again.

Suddenly I am definitely over the Atlantic Ocean approaching Rio de Janeiro from a distance. It starts out foggy, but as I get closer I begin taking every detail. First of all, I'm digging this tropical climate. It's right at sunset, but it is still surprisingly warm outside. I approach the city, and see the city skyline with the favelas on the mountain in the background. The sunset is a very bold orange, and it is behind the city brightly reflecting off the water in front of me. I fly closer and unintentionally headed toward the mountains. I feel like I've been on an invisible roller coaster this whole time, and it just takes me wherever it wants me to go. I head near them, and all of the different colors of the little ratchet slums is really quite a visual spectacle. I circled over the hill for a while, and somehow fucking found myself on another mountain. This one has a charcoal black gradient that transitions to completely black. Everything is completely fucking empty, and I'm still just poking along slow as fuck. I've had the urgent need to piss for a long ass time now, and I'm finally completely overwhelmed and need to piss like right fucking now. I open my eyes, and head into my bathroom where I piss for minutes on end. After my bladder is empty, I stare into the mirror and try to fucking comprehend how I was just over Brazil and am now back in my apartment. I'm breathing pretty heavily at the moment because I just got mind fucked to paradise, but I calm myself down as I'm very experienced with psychedelics and such.

I exit the bathroom, and start beating the fuck out of J's door. He answers and I burst in that bitch and start screaming shit about what the fuck has occurred between us playing 2K and now. I lay on his bed, and his room looks absolutely weird as fuck. The entire room is wrapped in gray luminescent fabric, and his closed door looks like a fucking portal with the hallway lights on behind it. I tell him all about my journey, and everything that went on in pretty good detail. He's like "What the fuck." We've done acid numerous times, but neither of us had any idea that this level of shit could actually be obtained through drugs. We both thought that shit was strictly exaggerated in the media, but that shit happened. My other roommate eventually came in after I explained my story, and also lay on the bed just to be a fuck. Shit got cramped at this point, but I was too fucked up to care. After a bit, I went back to my room and just stared at my ceiling for a while until I took a melatonin and faded off to sleep.

The next day I managed to get into work at 7 a.m. somehow. My brain was totally fucking fried, and doing shit was relatively difficult as I couldn't stop thinking about my journey. However, it was still totally worth it. I learned a lot about myself through the experience, and overall it makes for a hell of a story to tell. As far as MXE is concerned, I learned to just separate whatever your planned dose is into very small doses and take it easy, because you can still peak the fuck out taking your time. I plan to stick to much smaller recreational doses (i.e. less than half of what I did this night) from now on, and spread them out pretty nicely so I don't build up any kind of noticeable tolerance.

TLDR: Did an unknown amount of MXE. Ended up flying over several picturesque transitional scenes including a beach and Rio De Janeiro. It was sick.


Comments


[6 Points] TheRealDonaldKeyBump:

I'm pretty sure there was no oxetamine in your meth.


[5 Points] CocaineNose:

Jesus.. i ain't reading all that. I think I have $40 on one of my market wallets though :)


[3 Points] DrDoesLitl:

Damn dude. And what vendor did you get the coke from in order to write this review? :)


[2 Points] poboxpox:

I actually read the entire thing lol twas a good read. Glad you had an awesome experience


[1 Points] samwhiskey:

I've never had me that tasted bad, either fluffy powder or salt like. Psychotropix has had good mxe the couple of times I got it from them.


[1 Points] I_just_got_arrested:

Dude I haven't even started reading but that seems like a lot of MXE to rail for ya first time!


[1 Points] sobulbous:

Sounds awesome man. Yes, I read the whole thing.


[1 Points] Thoughtsofamaniac:

Agreed his old batch of MXE was absolutely amazing, but the new shit is questionably MXE at best and at worst something completely different.