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Its also made for people like me, to whom learning and possessing and never hoarding, but thence distributing knowledge is like crack and money for crack to a crackwhore.
Reading, listening and experimenting are this crackwhore's crack, and the money goes mostly on things for the experiments with a little kept back for food and drink sufficient to keep him alive and experimenting
Plus money for new reagents, new glassware, new equipment and new parts to build equipment. Else I'll happily live off rice pudding, a free multivitamin liquid on rx, (preferably white, because I'm a far-right-wing grapefruitist BNGP [british national grapefruit party fuck those Rub(b)er grapefruits, stab them with a knife, skin them and EAT THEM ALIVE, then kick their worthless skins out of the country back where they came from, fucking rubers) grapefruit juice, some cereal for fiber and lotsandlotsandlots of chilli con carne, plus of course, lots of wild mushrooms. I'm a convicted mycophile. Ordered to stay within easy traveling distance of at least 2-3 forests or woodlands, and to always, always carry a bag or three in order to pick said delectable comestibles. And a chilli con carne is a chili con carnAGE if its made without the seasoning and spicing granted by (in addition to some of my other custom admixtures) some dried, heatcured powdered fly agaric, added to some chunks of dried peppery boletus (Chalciporus piperatus, conveniently found with fly agaric, as it is a parasite upon this mushroom) then whizzed up in the spice grinder to dust, and added, a couple of tablespoons full to a cookpot of chili whilst it simmers on the low heat. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRVELY. Seriously, try that mixture with chili, it'll make you wish it didn't have searing fiery hot birds-eye peppers in it so you could stick your knob in it and turn beef to pork, like jesus did from water to weed (wine? you fucking serious, mr.bible.author(s)? If he can do water to wine, he can turn it into fucking weed, and turn some desert sand into a cunting well oasis to drink from. An oasis full of beer, with a smaller one that serves Manhattan Project cocktails on the side. With a neverending oasis of nonperoxidizing diethyl and diisopropyl ethers, served separately so that drinkers of said cocktail can make their own blends of the two as per personal taste. Its meant the be the son of god himself doing it, so wine? c'mon man, come the fuck on Whoever wrote that bible verse was on crack, or rather, had been and had run out, is more like it!