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Gibberings CCXV -- 2C-B And A Mine Field Of Fuckery...

CFC said:
You're probably right, I'm a sucker for glossy marketing lol

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yo - im a fucker for amiga porn bro!

that rocks!
 
Haha... yeah always looked great. I didn't have a CD player at the time either, so that was another reason I wanted one...
 
Bumped the last of my MXE last night. I fell into a dream of sorts, in which I found myself revisiting a strange moment from my teenage years. I was 15, it had been raining and I was sitting at the top of a set of stairs with some friends. A man stepped out from one of the neighbouring office buildings carrying what I believe to have been a copy machine. He proceeded to walk down the steps, but made it only halfway down before slipping on a puddle and sliding the rest of the way on his back.

The copy machine bounced a few times before hitting the pavement at the bottom and exploding into a complex mess of glass, plastic and circuitry. The man's phone, somehow, managed to slide across the cement onto the road. When he stood up to retrieve the phone, it was run over, almost immediately, by a passing car whose driver was gracious enough to slow down and examine the mess on the pavement before driving off like it had nothing to do with him.

Copy machine guy walked back over to the skeletal remains of the copy machine and tried to close one of the side compartments which had come open. He was able to close it, but then the compartment on the other side came open. When he attempted to close that, they both came open. He tried to close them both at the same time but it just wouldn't happen, instead, he picked up the machine from the bottom, effectively pulling the casing off as the remainder of the machine caved in on itself.

The look on his face said that he just wanted to leave, just get in his car and go - move to a different place, change his name, start a new life. I'd asked him early on if he needed any assistance but he completely ignored me, I kind of felt like he was blaming me for the situation somehow. Maybe he wasn't - maybe he was just in a bad mood because he'd fallen down some stairs breaking the copy machine he was carrying and witnessing his phone get run over all in the space of five seconds - maybe that's why he didn't respond to me when I asked if he required any assistance.

The more he tried to fix things, the worse things seemed to get. I looked at the car he was loading the pieces of broken copy machine into and noticed that underneath the business name printed on the side of the vehicle was the word 'Repairs'.

Repairs. That's what this guy did, that's what he was there for, to repair something.

The moral of the story is that sometimes life just doesn't seem to.. sometimes life - the moral of the story is that life is sometimes like a broken copy machine in the sense that - no wait.. okay, sometimes we all feel like our copy machine is broken in one way or another but we just need to pick ourselves up from the bottom of that stairset and.. okay, hold on..

The moral of the story is that if you're carrying a copy machine down steps, make sure that there aren't any puddles, because if you slip down those stairs onto your back and break the copy machine that you're supposed to be repairing (and your phone gets run over), then you're probably going to have a bad day.


Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend, be well!
 
Kaden_Nite said:
Bumped the last of my MXE last night. I fell into a dream of sorts, in which I found myself revisiting a strange moment from my teenage years. I was 15, it had been raining and I was sitting at the top of a set of stairs with some friends. A man stepped out from one of the neighbouring office buildings carrying what I believe to have been a copy machine. He proceeded to walk down the steps, but made it only halfway down before slipping on a puddle and sliding the rest of the way on his back.

The copy machine bounced a few times before hitting the pavement at the bottom and exploding into a complex mess of glass, plastic and circuitry. The man's phone, somehow, managed to slide across the cement onto the road. When he stood up to retrieve the phone, it was run over, almost immediately, by a passing car whose driver was gracious enough to slow down and examine the mess on the pavement before driving off like it had nothing to do with him.

Copy machine guy walked back over to the skeletal remains of the copy machine and tried to close one of the side compartments which had come open. He was able to close it, but then the compartment on the other side came open. When he attempted to close that, they both came open. He tried to close them both at the same time but it just wouldn't happen, instead, he picked up the machine from the bottom, effectively pulling the casing off as the remainder of the machine caved in on itself.

The look on his face said that he just wanted to leave, just get in his car and go - move to a different place, change his name, start a new life. I'd asked him early on if he needed any assistance but he completely ignored me, I kind of felt like he was blaming me for the situation somehow. Maybe he wasn't - maybe he was just in a bad mood because he'd fallen down some stairs breaking the copy machine he was carrying and witnessing his phone get run over all in the space of five seconds - maybe that's why he didn't respond to me when I asked if he required any assistance.

The more he tried to fix things, the worse things seemed to get. I looked at the car he was loading the pieces of broken copy machine into and noticed that underneath the business name printed on the side of the vehicle was the word 'Repairs'.

Repairs. That's what this guy did, that's what he was there for, to repair something.

The moral of the story is that sometimes life just doesn't seem to.. sometimes life - the moral of the story is that life is sometimes like a broken copy machine in the sense that - no wait.. okay, sometimes we all feel like our copy machine is broken in one way or another but we just need to pick ourselves up from the bottom of that stairset and.. okay, hold on..

The moral of the story is that if you're carrying a copy machine down steps, make sure that there aren't any puddles, because if you slip down those stairs onto your back and break the copy machine that you're supposed to be repairing (and your phone gets run over), then you're probably going to have a bad day.


Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend, be well!
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That is an excellent story! My favourite bit is:

"The moral of the story is that sometimes life just doesn't seem to.. "

Ah, MXE..
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
I really don't understand why all these horrible cannabinoids, dodgy benzos and shite stims are still easily available, yet MXE has been banned everywhere. Too enjoyable maybe?
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Yeah I reckon. I went places on that shit mate I remember it all like crystal clear. It's fucked up o have a clear memory of being in space in orbit around a planet in a sort of shoe box one room flat with thousands of other people in the same thing, also all on MXE! Fucked up but yeah I remember being in space

Fun times
 
KingOfWessex said:
Yeah I reckon. I went places on that shit mate I remember it all like crystal clear. It's fucked up o have a clear memory of being in space in orbit around a planet in a sort of shoe box one room flat with thousands of other people in the same thing, also all on MXE! Fucked up but yeah I remember being in space

Fun times
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I've seen angels in hell on that shit man. Fuckin awesome...
 
There are shadow people in my AO. Time to initiate alpha initiative. Dust mask, DustBuster and a crucifix.
 
Oi, Consumer! How are you faring from your meth & coke binge? Still going strong or suffering the consequences?
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
Oi, Consumer! How are you faring from your meth & coke binge? Still going strong or suffering the consequences?
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Handbrake engaged. Just had some thai chicken vege noodle soup. Going to engage valium landing gear and hit the sack. Dont feel to bad but the old body let me know enough was enough.
 
I really dont know how meth heads go for days on the stuff. Two days is enough for me and i slept last night. I guess i am getting old but multi day benders are too much for me.
 
consumer said:
I really dont know how meth heads go for days on the stuff. Two days is enough for me and i slept last night. I guess i am getting old but multi day benders are too much for me.
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Even at my advanced age I can manage multi day benders on the 3fpm, but not on sulphate - it just burns me out too quickly.
 
consumer said:
I really dont know how meth heads go for days on the stuff. Two days is enough for me and i slept last night. I guess i am getting old but multi day benders are too much for me.
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I rarely managed more than 48hrs. And when I did, my brain was burnt for weeks after.
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
That is an excellent story! My favourite bit is:

"The moral of the story is that sometimes life just doesn't seem to.. "

Ah, MXE..
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Buspersons Holiday said:
Loved that reminiscence Kaden, hated MXE the only time I did it..I'm not a disso kinda gal
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Haha, surprised I wrote all that.. hope it gave someone a laugh. Yeah, dissociatives were never really my thing either which is probably why I was able to hang onto some MXE for so long. I hope it does become available again though. Definitely one of the better options as far as dissociatives go.
 
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