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Im dying to write again. its the only way to revisit all those highs and lows, now that Im in different clothes. I reach back and pull it from my mind, and slowly it builds up into a wave of emotion and i can smile and close my eyes as it crashes over me, every nerve on end, just to feel it once again. Sniffin the fumes of a long ago life just to catch that feeling back.
everything so normal now.
Reanimated. Shoot it up and I start again. Dead doll, frankenstein monster, just need a jolt. Flick the switch and Im up, on, off, on, off, its that easy. i can go all night with enough of this stuff. days wasted half awake, nodding. Barely alive, youd think-til you seen me without it.
"Shes still writin about that shit??"
i keep my phone under my pillow at night so my dreams can call. but phone stays silent. Someday i want it to ring and everything i been waiting for is on the other line. how i used to dream, in the junkie daze, when id drift thru the middle of my dope sick night, sweaty and restless turning my pillow over and over and over again, can never find the cool side, and in my dream body the phone would ring, and the thing it says on the caller ID is some kind of blurred amalagamation of every drug I been wishing for, every high i never felt, and that symbol on the screen when I pick up means that there, right in front of me is 45 actiq lollypops and fentanyl powder and hundreds of dilaudids and opana IR, bundles, bricks and bricks of heroin, all types of shit, every dopehead wetdream you can imagine, and boxes of fresh sets points gleaming in my mind....
That ambition, not the same game but different. The level of need is the same, but its in a different way. All this and more, every open door waiting. Every wish realized. Open your eyes and "My life is fine." Thats wat Id find.
these days its a little different. monday tuesday thursday all the same. different only in name. I wake and my body aint mine, just a giver of nutrition to another life. Milk dispenser. A warm soft curve to nestle in. i spent so many years so selfishly chasing every ecstasy i could find, running farther still, searching for a bliss that i could only imagine, onwards towards new heights that only exist in my mind. Now I dont think its wrong at all to let myself belong to somebody else. About time I learned how to sacrifice.
Thing is, I like it. I got my second chance, a new life to mold and shape, the right way this time. My past dont matter, cuz my future is here in my hands, two tiny eyes and a mind ready to absorb everything right, everything I never did, every truth I ignored in the place of pleasure, and its enough. Not everybody gets the chance to live twice.
I just need a spot to drain my brain real quick, just to get it down. It aint nothing yet, just a stream of regret that I cant do more. But thats all, for now.
everything so normal now.
Reanimated. Shoot it up and I start again. Dead doll, frankenstein monster, just need a jolt. Flick the switch and Im up, on, off, on, off, its that easy. i can go all night with enough of this stuff. days wasted half awake, nodding. Barely alive, youd think-til you seen me without it.
"Shes still writin about that shit??"
i keep my phone under my pillow at night so my dreams can call. but phone stays silent. Someday i want it to ring and everything i been waiting for is on the other line. how i used to dream, in the junkie daze, when id drift thru the middle of my dope sick night, sweaty and restless turning my pillow over and over and over again, can never find the cool side, and in my dream body the phone would ring, and the thing it says on the caller ID is some kind of blurred amalagamation of every drug I been wishing for, every high i never felt, and that symbol on the screen when I pick up means that there, right in front of me is 45 actiq lollypops and fentanyl powder and hundreds of dilaudids and opana IR, bundles, bricks and bricks of heroin, all types of shit, every dopehead wetdream you can imagine, and boxes of fresh sets points gleaming in my mind....
That ambition, not the same game but different. The level of need is the same, but its in a different way. All this and more, every open door waiting. Every wish realized. Open your eyes and "My life is fine." Thats wat Id find.
these days its a little different. monday tuesday thursday all the same. different only in name. I wake and my body aint mine, just a giver of nutrition to another life. Milk dispenser. A warm soft curve to nestle in. i spent so many years so selfishly chasing every ecstasy i could find, running farther still, searching for a bliss that i could only imagine, onwards towards new heights that only exist in my mind. Now I dont think its wrong at all to let myself belong to somebody else. About time I learned how to sacrifice.
Thing is, I like it. I got my second chance, a new life to mold and shape, the right way this time. My past dont matter, cuz my future is here in my hands, two tiny eyes and a mind ready to absorb everything right, everything I never did, every truth I ignored in the place of pleasure, and its enough. Not everybody gets the chance to live twice.
I just need a spot to drain my brain real quick, just to get it down. It aint nothing yet, just a stream of regret that I cant do more. But thats all, for now.
There are people that troll me all over the internet (Mostly RIU), and MANY meme's have been made in my name. And about my sister. And about my X girl friends. And about my mom.
If you find one, post it here.
If you find one, post it here.
Let's talk about what makes someone "fry", because most people don't have much experience with fried motherfuckers, I want to help you out.
Psychedelics are teachers (plants and chemical alike), and have things to show you. When you see the world as a "high" person, you are gaining a different perspective than you would have sober.
Now some people use drugs for "fun" or "recreation", this is how to fry yourself. These teachers must come slowly, and will at first be too much for you to handle in large doses. But if you use small doses once you get past the initial impact (get some tolerance), you can delve deeper into the perspective and learn from it. What happens when you use drugs for "fun" and "large doses", it's like taking someone that is afraid of sharks, and forcing them to swim in a tankful of them before they are prepared to do so.
So basically fried people did too much, too fast. And were mentally traumatized at how fast everything came at them.
Like staring to hard into an eclipse of life instead of light.
Psychedelics are teachers (plants and chemical alike), and have things to show you. When you see the world as a "high" person, you are gaining a different perspective than you would have sober.
Now some people use drugs for "fun" or "recreation", this is how to fry yourself. These teachers must come slowly, and will at first be too much for you to handle in large doses. But if you use small doses once you get past the initial impact (get some tolerance), you can delve deeper into the perspective and learn from it. What happens when you use drugs for "fun" and "large doses", it's like taking someone that is afraid of sharks, and forcing them to swim in a tankful of them before they are prepared to do so.
So basically fried people did too much, too fast. And were mentally traumatized at how fast everything came at them.
Like staring to hard into an eclipse of life instead of light.
The police came into my house without a warrant.
Marijuana is my sacrament (as can be proven in a court of law, shown below)
They broke into my house, stole my sacrament, and pulled guns on me, arrested me and a friend, threatened to "slam" me. And let my friends case go off free already. The police found not only ILlegal marijuana, but completely LEGAL Wild Lettuce, and Datura, along with the book "Food of the Gods". We were questioned about all these things, and explained our religious use of the plants. They had no warrant, but we got misdemeanor possession charges.
All without stating who they were, without having a warrant, and without probable cause. They then took us out of the neighborhood twice, then had drove us back in to speak with the narcotics sergeant. Then took us to jail, and ransacked the house, not allowing my mom in when she got back (again, all without a warrant). My case is wide open, and they are waiting for me to come back to Texas.
Here are some cases that are specifically related to my case
And that would be helpful after demanding a trial in Common Law court.
United States v. Ballard (1944)
Justice William O. Douglas stated:"They may not be put to the proof of their religious doctrines or beliefs."
Meaning, I shouldn't have to prove a damn thing. But I will anyways.
Lemon v. Kurtzman, 91 S. Ct. 2105 (1971)
The rulings made here were violated. The police had no warrant, and therefore no secular purpose. And have entangled themselves in my religion since I was a child at 14 years old.
1) the government action must have a secular purpose;
2) its primary purpose must not be to inhibit or to advance religion;
3) there must be no excessive entanglement between government and religion.
McDaniel v. Paty (1978 )
They are taking away my fundamental rights.
Life: They wish to take my time
Liberty: They wish to infringe on my religious freedoms, and put me in a cage for loving a flower
The Pursuit of Happiness: Any effort I make with my religion is squashed by authority. And in effect, squashing me.
Church of Lukumi Babalu Ave., Inc. v. Hialeah, 113 S. Ct. 2217 (1993)
They ruled that the religious sacrifice of animals, is no different than hunting. And it is unconstitutional to consider the two different.
If that is true. Why is tobacco, alcohol, nutmeg, tea, coffee, energy drinks and even corn, and wheat (it has food and industrial uses) allowed to be grown and used legally while marijuana is not. This is unconstitutional.
ESA v. Rylander (2001)
We do not even have to define a supreme being, I do connect Shiva when smoking. But that doesn't have to be specified, or important.
And this, from 2005:
Texas Civil Practice & Remedies Code CHAPTER 110. RELIGIOUS FREEDOM
I refuse to participate in the drug war my state is involved in, but they force me to. And I refuse to have not only my religion but my life substantially burdened by law enforcement, probation, and everyone else.
Plus there are around 15-100< people (That I spoke to from the age of 14 to 18 which was the time of my arrest): Probation officers, Correctional Officers, Psychologists, Therapists in and out of jail, Peers, and Elders that can, on the stand, say that it was part of my religion. I even yelled it as I was brought into detention centers, and spoke to people about it for months as I was imprisoned. They made talking about religion against the rules in my pod because of me. They'll remember.
There are tons of posts of mine on the internet regarding my religious reverence for marijuana.
There should be a record of my asking for a Rig Veda (My religious Texts) in the County Jail. And possibly record of something about it in the Juvenile detention center. Definitely could get some good words from my required therapist there.My research is not complete, so if you can add to it please do so, and I will do so as well periodically. Please spread the word/share the link to this page/and help legalize it.
Marijuana is my sacrament (as can be proven in a court of law, shown below)
They broke into my house, stole my sacrament, and pulled guns on me, arrested me and a friend, threatened to "slam" me. And let my friends case go off free already. The police found not only ILlegal marijuana, but completely LEGAL Wild Lettuce, and Datura, along with the book "Food of the Gods". We were questioned about all these things, and explained our religious use of the plants. They had no warrant, but we got misdemeanor possession charges.
All without stating who they were, without having a warrant, and without probable cause. They then took us out of the neighborhood twice, then had drove us back in to speak with the narcotics sergeant. Then took us to jail, and ransacked the house, not allowing my mom in when she got back (again, all without a warrant). My case is wide open, and they are waiting for me to come back to Texas.
Here are some cases that are specifically related to my case
And that would be helpful after demanding a trial in Common Law court.
United States v. Ballard (1944)
Justice William O. Douglas stated:"They may not be put to the proof of their religious doctrines or beliefs."
Meaning, I shouldn't have to prove a damn thing. But I will anyways.
Lemon v. Kurtzman, 91 S. Ct. 2105 (1971)
The rulings made here were violated. The police had no warrant, and therefore no secular purpose. And have entangled themselves in my religion since I was a child at 14 years old.
1) the government action must have a secular purpose;
2) its primary purpose must not be to inhibit or to advance religion;
3) there must be no excessive entanglement between government and religion.
McDaniel v. Paty (1978 )
They are taking away my fundamental rights.
Life: They wish to take my time
Liberty: They wish to infringe on my religious freedoms, and put me in a cage for loving a flower
The Pursuit of Happiness: Any effort I make with my religion is squashed by authority. And in effect, squashing me.
Church of Lukumi Babalu Ave., Inc. v. Hialeah, 113 S. Ct. 2217 (1993)
They ruled that the religious sacrifice of animals, is no different than hunting. And it is unconstitutional to consider the two different.
If that is true. Why is tobacco, alcohol, nutmeg, tea, coffee, energy drinks and even corn, and wheat (it has food and industrial uses) allowed to be grown and used legally while marijuana is not. This is unconstitutional.
ESA v. Rylander (2001)
We do not even have to define a supreme being, I do connect Shiva when smoking. But that doesn't have to be specified, or important.
And this, from 2005:
Texas Civil Practice & Remedies Code CHAPTER 110. RELIGIOUS FREEDOM
I refuse to participate in the drug war my state is involved in, but they force me to. And I refuse to have not only my religion but my life substantially burdened by law enforcement, probation, and everyone else.
Plus there are around 15-100< people (That I spoke to from the age of 14 to 18 which was the time of my arrest): Probation officers, Correctional Officers, Psychologists, Therapists in and out of jail, Peers, and Elders that can, on the stand, say that it was part of my religion. I even yelled it as I was brought into detention centers, and spoke to people about it for months as I was imprisoned. They made talking about religion against the rules in my pod because of me. They'll remember.
There are tons of posts of mine on the internet regarding my religious reverence for marijuana.
There should be a record of my asking for a Rig Veda (My religious Texts) in the County Jail. And possibly record of something about it in the Juvenile detention center. Definitely could get some good words from my required therapist there.My research is not complete, so if you can add to it please do so, and I will do so as well periodically. Please spread the word/share the link to this page/and help legalize it.
Refrigerators kill more people than lions every year.
That's ture, but here's an Old joke...
There's this guy. And he's supposed to be at work, but he thinks his wife is cheating on him. So he goes back to his apartment. He gets there runs up the flights of stairs to get to his floor and charges inside when he gets there. He's screamin at her and runnin through the house looking through bathrooms, behind curtains and everything. Then he hears a sound, and looks at the open balcony door. He sees two sets of fingers holding onto the railing from the other side. So he gets excited.
He grabs a hammer, and goes over to the balcony. Then, SMASHES the guys fingers and sends him flying down into the bushes below. The man looks down over the balcony, and see's that the man in the bushes is extremely injured, but he hasn't died yet. So he goes to the kitchen, unplugs the refrigerator and pushes it over to the balcony. He begins to struggle and have a heart attack, and with his last few breaths he pushes the refrigerator into the bushes below crushing the man, and breaking the refrigerator into a million pieces.
So in heaven St. Peter has a line of people.
He asks the first man in line, "How did you die, and do you believe you should be allowed into heaven?"
He replies, "My wife was cheating on me, so I found the guy, smashed his fingers. Then pushed a refrigerator on him, and died of a heart attack."
Saint Peter saw the honor in defending his marriage, and let him in.
So, Saint Peter says to the second man, "How did you die, and do you believe you should be allowed into heaven."
The man replies, "So I was doing cartwheels in my apartment. I accidentally went to far, and FLEW over the railing of my balcony. But luckily I grabbed the rail of the balcony below me. But then some crazy guy came up with a hammer, and started smashing my hands. I had to let go, and fell into some bushes, and thankfully I survived. But then this crazy guy pushed a refrigerator over the railing on top of me."
Saint Peter is just like "Well, I'm sorry about all that. Come right in."
Then, Saint Peter turns to the next man in line. And the man says, "So I was hiding in this refrigerator..."
That's ture, but here's an Old joke...
There's this guy. And he's supposed to be at work, but he thinks his wife is cheating on him. So he goes back to his apartment. He gets there runs up the flights of stairs to get to his floor and charges inside when he gets there. He's screamin at her and runnin through the house looking through bathrooms, behind curtains and everything. Then he hears a sound, and looks at the open balcony door. He sees two sets of fingers holding onto the railing from the other side. So he gets excited.
He grabs a hammer, and goes over to the balcony. Then, SMASHES the guys fingers and sends him flying down into the bushes below. The man looks down over the balcony, and see's that the man in the bushes is extremely injured, but he hasn't died yet. So he goes to the kitchen, unplugs the refrigerator and pushes it over to the balcony. He begins to struggle and have a heart attack, and with his last few breaths he pushes the refrigerator into the bushes below crushing the man, and breaking the refrigerator into a million pieces.
So in heaven St. Peter has a line of people.
He asks the first man in line, "How did you die, and do you believe you should be allowed into heaven?"
He replies, "My wife was cheating on me, so I found the guy, smashed his fingers. Then pushed a refrigerator on him, and died of a heart attack."
Saint Peter saw the honor in defending his marriage, and let him in.
So, Saint Peter says to the second man, "How did you die, and do you believe you should be allowed into heaven."
The man replies, "So I was doing cartwheels in my apartment. I accidentally went to far, and FLEW over the railing of my balcony. But luckily I grabbed the rail of the balcony below me. But then some crazy guy came up with a hammer, and started smashing my hands. I had to let go, and fell into some bushes, and thankfully I survived. But then this crazy guy pushed a refrigerator over the railing on top of me."
Saint Peter is just like "Well, I'm sorry about all that. Come right in."
Then, Saint Peter turns to the next man in line. And the man says, "So I was hiding in this refrigerator..."
Texas is my girl.
Texas's Capitol is a replica of the National monument...But 15ft taller.
The National Energy grid is split into three sections: Eastern states, Western states, and TEXAS.
Texas is still considered its own republic. It is the only state that can honorably fly it's flag as high as the American flag.
Texas can split into 8 states.
The lone star means, "We don't need fifty states, we're good with just the one."
Rick Perry has had more people killed during his time in office, than any other modern governor.
In Texas when you get out of prison, you are still supposed to be able to request and receive a gun and a horse upon release.
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Also. THIS petition was recently made (and received over 100,000 signatures) for the secession of Texas:
"Peacefully grant the State of Texas to withdraw from the United States of America and create its own NEW government.
The US continues to suffer economic difficulties stemming from the federal government's neglect to reform domestic and foreign spending. The citizens of the US suffer from blatant abuses of their rights such as the NDAA, the TSA, etc. Given that the state of Texas maintains a balanced budget and is the 15th largest economy in the world, it is practically feasible for Texas to withdraw from the union, and to do so would protect it's citizens' standard of living and re-secure their rights and liberties in accordance with the original ideas and beliefs of our founding fathers which are no longer being reflected by the federal government"
https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/pe...ca-and-create-its-own-new-government/BmdWCP8B
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I always said. "If the president says Texans can secede. We will want to secede. If the president says Texans can't secede. We will want to secede"
Then the president responded to the petition with this
"
Petition Response: Our States Remain United
By Jon Carson, Director of the Office of Public Engagement
Thank you for using the White House's online petitions platform to participate in your government.
In a nation of 300 million people -- each with their own set of deeply-held beliefs -- democracy can be noisy and controversial. And that's a good thing. Free and open debate is what makes this country work, and many people around the world risk their lives every day for the liberties we often take for granted.
But as much as we value a healthy debate, we don't let that debate tear us apart.
Our founding fathers established the Constitution of the United States "in order to form a more perfect union" through the hard and frustrating but necessary work of self-government. They enshrined in that document the right to change our national government through the power of the ballot -- a right that generations of Americans have fought to secure for all. But they did not provide a right to walk away from it. As President Abraham Lincoln explained in his first inaugural address in 1861, "in contemplation of universal law and of the Constitution the Union of these States is perpetual." In the years that followed, more than 600,000 Americans died in a long and bloody civil war that vindicated the principle that the Constitution establishes a permanent union between the States. And shortly after the Civil War ended, the Supreme Court confirmed that "[t]he Constitution, in all its provisions, looks to an indestructible Union composed of indestructible States."
Although the founders established a perpetual union, they also provided for a government that is, as President Lincoln would later describe it, "of the people, by the people, and for the people" -- all of the people. Participation in, and engagement with, government is the cornerstone of our democracy. And because every American who wants to participate deserves a government that is accessible and responsive, the Obama Administration has created a host of new tools and channels to connect concerned citizens with White House. In fact, one of the most exciting aspects of the We the People platform is a chance to engage directly with our most outspoken critics.
So let's be clear: No one disputes that our country faces big challenges, and the recent election followed a vigorous debate about how they should be addressed. As President Obama said the night he won re-election, "We may have battled fiercely, but it's only because we love this country deeply and we care so strongly about its future."
Whether it's figuring out how to strengthen our economy, reduce our deficit in a responsible way, or protect our country, we will need to work together -- and hear from one another -- in order to find the best way to move forward. I hope you'll take a few minutes to learn more about the President's ideas and share more of your own."
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The way Texas started is this:
Stephen F. Austin was allowed by the Mexican government to bring 300 families from America to Mexico. These 300 families moved to a region of Mexico known as "Tejas", when they first arrived they were known as "Texians" and were given 1 single cannon by the Mexican government to defend themselves from Indian and raids, etc.
But then the Texians started inviting their families. Their siblings, parents, grandparents. EVERYONE was coming to Tejas, and the Mexican government was like: "This isn't what we agreed." So they asked the Texans for their cannon back... The Texans decided to KEEP the cannon, and the first Texas state flag was made
Then the Mexican army attacked, Santa Ana killed everyone at the Alamo. Then the battle of San Jacinto happened, it was like 15 minutes long, but that battle caused the Mexican army to retreat across the Rio Grande back into Mexico and won us the war.
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This was the Texas COUNTRY boundaries before we signed ourselves into "The Union".
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Texas has been planning to sustain itself from the beginning. We only USE foreign bought oil, and we STORE all of the oil we drill out of Texas soil.
And there are THREE main energy grids in the United States... The East Coast Interconnection, The West Coast Interconnection and TEXAS (or "ERCOT")
Texas's Capitol is a replica of the National monument...But 15ft taller.
The National Energy grid is split into three sections: Eastern states, Western states, and TEXAS.
Texas is still considered its own republic. It is the only state that can honorably fly it's flag as high as the American flag.
Texas can split into 8 states.
The lone star means, "We don't need fifty states, we're good with just the one."
Rick Perry has had more people killed during his time in office, than any other modern governor.
In Texas when you get out of prison, you are still supposed to be able to request and receive a gun and a horse upon release.
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Also. THIS petition was recently made (and received over 100,000 signatures) for the secession of Texas:
"Peacefully grant the State of Texas to withdraw from the United States of America and create its own NEW government.
The US continues to suffer economic difficulties stemming from the federal government's neglect to reform domestic and foreign spending. The citizens of the US suffer from blatant abuses of their rights such as the NDAA, the TSA, etc. Given that the state of Texas maintains a balanced budget and is the 15th largest economy in the world, it is practically feasible for Texas to withdraw from the union, and to do so would protect it's citizens' standard of living and re-secure their rights and liberties in accordance with the original ideas and beliefs of our founding fathers which are no longer being reflected by the federal government"
https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/pe...ca-and-create-its-own-new-government/BmdWCP8B
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I always said. "If the president says Texans can secede. We will want to secede. If the president says Texans can't secede. We will want to secede"
Then the president responded to the petition with this
"
Petition Response: Our States Remain United
By Jon Carson, Director of the Office of Public Engagement
Thank you for using the White House's online petitions platform to participate in your government.
In a nation of 300 million people -- each with their own set of deeply-held beliefs -- democracy can be noisy and controversial. And that's a good thing. Free and open debate is what makes this country work, and many people around the world risk their lives every day for the liberties we often take for granted.
But as much as we value a healthy debate, we don't let that debate tear us apart.
Our founding fathers established the Constitution of the United States "in order to form a more perfect union" through the hard and frustrating but necessary work of self-government. They enshrined in that document the right to change our national government through the power of the ballot -- a right that generations of Americans have fought to secure for all. But they did not provide a right to walk away from it. As President Abraham Lincoln explained in his first inaugural address in 1861, "in contemplation of universal law and of the Constitution the Union of these States is perpetual." In the years that followed, more than 600,000 Americans died in a long and bloody civil war that vindicated the principle that the Constitution establishes a permanent union between the States. And shortly after the Civil War ended, the Supreme Court confirmed that "[t]he Constitution, in all its provisions, looks to an indestructible Union composed of indestructible States."
Although the founders established a perpetual union, they also provided for a government that is, as President Lincoln would later describe it, "of the people, by the people, and for the people" -- all of the people. Participation in, and engagement with, government is the cornerstone of our democracy. And because every American who wants to participate deserves a government that is accessible and responsive, the Obama Administration has created a host of new tools and channels to connect concerned citizens with White House. In fact, one of the most exciting aspects of the We the People platform is a chance to engage directly with our most outspoken critics.
So let's be clear: No one disputes that our country faces big challenges, and the recent election followed a vigorous debate about how they should be addressed. As President Obama said the night he won re-election, "We may have battled fiercely, but it's only because we love this country deeply and we care so strongly about its future."
Whether it's figuring out how to strengthen our economy, reduce our deficit in a responsible way, or protect our country, we will need to work together -- and hear from one another -- in order to find the best way to move forward. I hope you'll take a few minutes to learn more about the President's ideas and share more of your own."
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The way Texas started is this:
Stephen F. Austin was allowed by the Mexican government to bring 300 families from America to Mexico. These 300 families moved to a region of Mexico known as "Tejas", when they first arrived they were known as "Texians" and were given 1 single cannon by the Mexican government to defend themselves from Indian and raids, etc.
But then the Texians started inviting their families. Their siblings, parents, grandparents. EVERYONE was coming to Tejas, and the Mexican government was like: "This isn't what we agreed." So they asked the Texans for their cannon back... The Texans decided to KEEP the cannon, and the first Texas state flag was made
Then the Mexican army attacked, Santa Ana killed everyone at the Alamo. Then the battle of San Jacinto happened, it was like 15 minutes long, but that battle caused the Mexican army to retreat across the Rio Grande back into Mexico and won us the war.
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This was the Texas COUNTRY boundaries before we signed ourselves into "The Union".
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Texas has been planning to sustain itself from the beginning. We only USE foreign bought oil, and we STORE all of the oil we drill out of Texas soil.
And there are THREE main energy grids in the United States... The East Coast Interconnection, The West Coast Interconnection and TEXAS (or "ERCOT")
I'm not a vegetarian or anything. But we're a race of animals that kills other animals, strips the organs from the body and the muscles from the bones. Enjoys the flavor of the "juices" that come from the meat ("broth"), and eat the meat after cooking it in a way that we would be horrified to be put through ourselves... I bet aliens look at us like we used to look at Indians... Uncivilized savages. If we ever started settling deeper in the stars, we'd probably get quarantined... Or maybe that's where we are now, in a quarantine. And they probably already tell "Ghost stories" about us to their children. "Don't let the humans eat me mommy!!"... I think if there is some form of "Galactic Union" and species that travel the universe, they would have to be similar to plants, and create their own food using energy, OR gather energy like a solar panel does to make their bodies function (in which case they would probably be made of light or mostly energy, like an "angel" would be). So basically I think that the fact that we EAT things at all is probably frowned on my the rest of the universe. They probably don't view us as much more intelligent than the dinosaurs...
It's possible that we "evolved"/adapted, from forest/jungle/hunter gatherer life, to become what we are now.
By planting seeds we learned to farm, by farming we learned to domesticate, etc. (And speaking, grouping, civilizing)...
So one possibility is that we are a species of monkey, from the planet Earth, that found it's way into deep consciousness...
Another possibility.
We might be aliens. We committed a "Sin", or great crime against a space traveling species, or union of species. Or they realized we're violent, and stupid.
And now have been left to our own devices (to rot) on Earth. Because of the crimes of our forefathers, and farming and talking wasn't too hard to start with our jump start from the stars.
I was watching Ancient Aliens on History channel (The one about ritual) and it made me think. First I gotta start off by, all over the planet (Native Americans, Egyptians, etc) say that we were brought here by star people. Now, the people on Ancient Aliens think that "Maybe these rituals and beliefs come from visitors." "Maybe the confusing human desire for 'more' stems from wanting them to return."
I was thinking about this, and it started to make sense.
Humans have been questioning our purpose on Earth forever. We have stories of gods, angels, demons, ghosts, aliens, and much more, and we try to pull meaning from them.
What if there isn't a magical after life that makes everything better.
What if aliens haven't been visiting and UFO sitings haven't been about a "First encounter"
What if the story of first sin, and stories similar to it, are about our ancient family leaving us here. We have been marooned on earth, because our ancestors broke some code within the space traveling humans, or within a union of alien species. We were part of something bigger, but we fucked up and it came down on us full force. They left us here, and now all we want is to go back to the stars, and we don't know why. And it's been so long we can't even understand the old messages we left for ourselves. All we can do is continue on this ball floating through space hoping one day we will understand what happened, and how to fix it. Or that one of us will guide out of this isolation on our own.
Just a thought...
It's possible that we "evolved"/adapted, from forest/jungle/hunter gatherer life, to become what we are now.
By planting seeds we learned to farm, by farming we learned to domesticate, etc. (And speaking, grouping, civilizing)...
So one possibility is that we are a species of monkey, from the planet Earth, that found it's way into deep consciousness...
Another possibility.
We might be aliens. We committed a "Sin", or great crime against a space traveling species, or union of species. Or they realized we're violent, and stupid.
And now have been left to our own devices (to rot) on Earth. Because of the crimes of our forefathers, and farming and talking wasn't too hard to start with our jump start from the stars.
I was watching Ancient Aliens on History channel (The one about ritual) and it made me think. First I gotta start off by, all over the planet (Native Americans, Egyptians, etc) say that we were brought here by star people. Now, the people on Ancient Aliens think that "Maybe these rituals and beliefs come from visitors." "Maybe the confusing human desire for 'more' stems from wanting them to return."
I was thinking about this, and it started to make sense.
Humans have been questioning our purpose on Earth forever. We have stories of gods, angels, demons, ghosts, aliens, and much more, and we try to pull meaning from them.
What if there isn't a magical after life that makes everything better.
What if aliens haven't been visiting and UFO sitings haven't been about a "First encounter"
What if the story of first sin, and stories similar to it, are about our ancient family leaving us here. We have been marooned on earth, because our ancestors broke some code within the space traveling humans, or within a union of alien species. We were part of something bigger, but we fucked up and it came down on us full force. They left us here, and now all we want is to go back to the stars, and we don't know why. And it's been so long we can't even understand the old messages we left for ourselves. All we can do is continue on this ball floating through space hoping one day we will understand what happened, and how to fix it. Or that one of us will guide out of this isolation on our own.
Just a thought...
Do they have the right to bear arms? And everything else?
If all this sticks...
I predict a world where people say things like, "I hail from the tribe of WalMart"
If all this sticks...
I predict a world where people say things like, "I hail from the tribe of WalMart"
And if I was conceived exactly 9 months before I was born,
Then I was conceived on 4/20 :D :D
Then I was conceived on 4/20 :D :D
I have a story that I need a bit of advice on, and I would appreciate it if you could read and give me your thoughts! If you don't mind but first, I want to add a lil background: I had a liver transplant Jan 2011 and I have been recovering since. the past two years, I've been having on and off problems, chronic abdominal pain partly due to my ulcerative colitis, and the other part due to my enlarged spleen (probably the size of a football). I have been on one narcotic or the other since before 2008, maybe even since 2006, I don't quite remember when I started-not important though. I am two years almost to the day since my transplant, and am just about to go back to work, (yippee)! I've had numerous infections and a partial rejection scare that has set me back a bit, but going to work everyday will be a great step towards regaining my strength back!
Anyway, most of you will understand just how important your pain medicine is to you if you've ever suffered from any type of chronic pain. So for those of you who don't know, in some cases, people like me, its nearly impossible. You get to a certain point where your completely reliant-I don't even know if I'll ever be able to go off them since my spleen did not shrink-like it was supposed to-after my transplant. When I get up in the morning, I have excruciating pain all over my stomach. For UC patients, we feel nothing, we're perfectly fine, then a split second later, we have that "gotta go gotta go gotta go right now" kinda feeling and its drop everything and run.. and then there's the constant chronic pain right where it always is. Maybe you feel like going the bathroom will help it, but it doesn't...then you try and lay flat for a few minutes...nope still nothing...or maybe you sit cross legged leaning your head and torso over your legs...and gain, strike three. The only thing you can do to relieve the pain, is by taking your prescribed pain medicine.
So, with that being said, (sorry for the long into, I tend to digress) I will get to my story:
I have this friend, I've only known him since summer of 2011, when I moves back home after my surgery..met, chatted and became instant friends. We have a great friendship, hang out everyday, I know his family he knows mine, he comes and helps me, comes to my Drs. appt. with me, sometimes plays my chauffeur for an early morning appt. when I'm too tired to drive. We became about as close as people can get (without a physical relationship) in a small period of time. We talked all the time, I knew shit about him and he knew shit bout me that I've never told anyone. The trust was huge.
I've even let him borrow my car for the night so he didn't have to walk home in the cold. (And I have a VERY NICE sportier type vehicle, not the type you lend to just anyone).
So, anyway, this past Saturday, he came with me to another one of my friend's house while he did some work on my car, rakes, rotors, oil, etc. he offered to vacuum out my car for me so I said "fine just drop me off at my house and then just bring my car whenever we hang out tomorrow no big deal I'm not going anywhere, its football Sunday"! Then, I woke up Sunday morning, with a little flu-like thing going on, a high fever and chills so I stayed in bed all day, apparently so did he. know there hasn't been anyone, not even my dad, in my house the past two or three days.
Today, Monday, he came over, we watched TV, lil, for some reason he went into my room, which he has done multiple times before, and I never really thought anything of it, he went to get my heating pad. Get my dog, whatever. He left and too my car again because it was cold and we planned on hanging out tomorrow so why not, a
Saves me the trip to drop him off..
I came to bed and started getting ready for bed. For some reason, I decided to count my pills again, think I was planning ahead for the week to mark when I had to go to the Docs to get a new script, and I saw that I was out of pills on the 14th.. And I said, that's IMPOSSIBLE.. I ONLY take two of these a day, and if they were filled on 12/19th, with a 31-day December, I'd need to fill them again on 1/18.. Also, I distinctly remember I had checked my pills last week, because you know when your given a pain med supply and your only allowed two OC a day, you KNOW when to take it and how many you do, or should, have. I had gone to the ER for a nights onetime this month (this same friend took me there, and stayed with me from about 10pm till I finally got discharged around 6am, too) so I counted my pills last week sometime because I wanted to make sure I didn't miss a dose due to my ER stay, which would give me an extra pill and would be great-ya know. So because of that, I knew I had exactly enough until "this specific date" and that's the date I had to drive to my Drs. office and get a new script. (You guys know this, you all know how it works..need the paper in hand, so we all know when we need to refill our monthly's, right?).
I double counted, I marked out on the calendar the days and when I took them on what days so I know how many are missing.. 5...
So basically, my so called "great, awesome, amazing friend" stole my pills. I should mention, he has done this before. He took two pills from me about a year ago, this was a time he was going through a rough time, and I kinda just let it drop, I did confront him and he denied it, but I got confirmation from someone else that he showed up after e left my place at another friends house with my pills. So I knew. I'm not dumb.. Us chronic pain people know how many pills we have.. So. Fast forward to tonight, I KNOW it was him. So I called him and confronted
him and of course he couldn't even deny it because he KNEW he was caught dead to rights...and now he feels like a dick. Which he should.
So basically I don't even know what to do. It's not even the fact that he told the pills.. It's the fact that he KNOWS I NEED those pills. He knows how much pain I'm in without them. He knows I've been sick he sat in the ER with me! I mean COMON. I guess I have a new fondness for "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.." But we cleared the air on the first time, and I genuinely thought he was doing real well and I also know that he's been gaining the courage to ask me out,I know it, he told me his gramps keeps getting on him to ask me out because he doesn't think guys and girls can be friends, but I know that was his way of trying to gauge my reaction to the idea..so, I called him, I gave him everything: tears, guilt, sympathy, rage, and threats.. He said he would "make it right by morning" which I don't even know what that means, because I know he took them already, I asked him and he couldn't even deny it. I mean these are 30 ML of OCs, how the eF is he gonna replace those, what give me 5 of his grandpa's perks? COMON.. Really? What's even more disappointing, is I even asked him for a couple perks yesterday for my migraine, the OC doesn't work well for it-and he gave me some-then I proceeded to tell him how I'm gonna be low this month on my Dillies bc I have been having worse pain than normal. And he just sat there probably thinking about how he stole some from me..
So right now, I told him if I don't hear from him by 1pm tomorrow I will call the cops on him. I did let him keep my car, but partly because I didn't want to see him tonight, I also didn't want him to wake his grandpa to follow him to my house to drop the car off.
He will call me tomorrow, I know he will, he's not gonna take off its my car, he knows better, and he's not that kind of skeevy kid.
So sorry, I'll cut it down. Anyway, I don't know what to do now? How can I ever trust him again? I mean he has done this twice now. We were such good friends.. We really were. I'd hate to not be friends anymore. But I just don't know how this can be repaired. If I don't get my pills ask, I WILL have to go to the ER for pain control, and I told him that, which fucked me so bad because I'm supposed to start my job on the 14th.. If I don't have pills for the 14-18.. I'm FUCKED
I have been trying to get back to work. Since September, and I'm finally starting and I'm gonna be going through Withdrawal from 5 years of OC use when I go back? How much more could you screw your friend than that.. Well I'm sure there's ways, but that's like an uber burn. I don't even know what IM gonna do if he doesn't make good. If he doesn't, I WILL have to file a police report because, what an I do? I can't be asking my Dr for a refill a week early! I can't pay $150 for 5 OC pills on the street even if I DID have any idea where to get them! Ugh..
This is some deep dilemma shit.
Anyone have any thoughts? I greatly appreciate them
Anyway, most of you will understand just how important your pain medicine is to you if you've ever suffered from any type of chronic pain. So for those of you who don't know, in some cases, people like me, its nearly impossible. You get to a certain point where your completely reliant-I don't even know if I'll ever be able to go off them since my spleen did not shrink-like it was supposed to-after my transplant. When I get up in the morning, I have excruciating pain all over my stomach. For UC patients, we feel nothing, we're perfectly fine, then a split second later, we have that "gotta go gotta go gotta go right now" kinda feeling and its drop everything and run.. and then there's the constant chronic pain right where it always is. Maybe you feel like going the bathroom will help it, but it doesn't...then you try and lay flat for a few minutes...nope still nothing...or maybe you sit cross legged leaning your head and torso over your legs...and gain, strike three. The only thing you can do to relieve the pain, is by taking your prescribed pain medicine.
So, with that being said, (sorry for the long into, I tend to digress) I will get to my story:
I have this friend, I've only known him since summer of 2011, when I moves back home after my surgery..met, chatted and became instant friends. We have a great friendship, hang out everyday, I know his family he knows mine, he comes and helps me, comes to my Drs. appt. with me, sometimes plays my chauffeur for an early morning appt. when I'm too tired to drive. We became about as close as people can get (without a physical relationship) in a small period of time. We talked all the time, I knew shit about him and he knew shit bout me that I've never told anyone. The trust was huge.
I've even let him borrow my car for the night so he didn't have to walk home in the cold. (And I have a VERY NICE sportier type vehicle, not the type you lend to just anyone).
So, anyway, this past Saturday, he came with me to another one of my friend's house while he did some work on my car, rakes, rotors, oil, etc. he offered to vacuum out my car for me so I said "fine just drop me off at my house and then just bring my car whenever we hang out tomorrow no big deal I'm not going anywhere, its football Sunday"! Then, I woke up Sunday morning, with a little flu-like thing going on, a high fever and chills so I stayed in bed all day, apparently so did he. know there hasn't been anyone, not even my dad, in my house the past two or three days.
Today, Monday, he came over, we watched TV, lil, for some reason he went into my room, which he has done multiple times before, and I never really thought anything of it, he went to get my heating pad. Get my dog, whatever. He left and too my car again because it was cold and we planned on hanging out tomorrow so why not, a
Saves me the trip to drop him off..
I came to bed and started getting ready for bed. For some reason, I decided to count my pills again, think I was planning ahead for the week to mark when I had to go to the Docs to get a new script, and I saw that I was out of pills on the 14th.. And I said, that's IMPOSSIBLE.. I ONLY take two of these a day, and if they were filled on 12/19th, with a 31-day December, I'd need to fill them again on 1/18.. Also, I distinctly remember I had checked my pills last week, because you know when your given a pain med supply and your only allowed two OC a day, you KNOW when to take it and how many you do, or should, have. I had gone to the ER for a nights onetime this month (this same friend took me there, and stayed with me from about 10pm till I finally got discharged around 6am, too) so I counted my pills last week sometime because I wanted to make sure I didn't miss a dose due to my ER stay, which would give me an extra pill and would be great-ya know. So because of that, I knew I had exactly enough until "this specific date" and that's the date I had to drive to my Drs. office and get a new script. (You guys know this, you all know how it works..need the paper in hand, so we all know when we need to refill our monthly's, right?).
I double counted, I marked out on the calendar the days and when I took them on what days so I know how many are missing.. 5...
So basically, my so called "great, awesome, amazing friend" stole my pills. I should mention, he has done this before. He took two pills from me about a year ago, this was a time he was going through a rough time, and I kinda just let it drop, I did confront him and he denied it, but I got confirmation from someone else that he showed up after e left my place at another friends house with my pills. So I knew. I'm not dumb.. Us chronic pain people know how many pills we have.. So. Fast forward to tonight, I KNOW it was him. So I called him and confronted
him and of course he couldn't even deny it because he KNEW he was caught dead to rights...and now he feels like a dick. Which he should. So basically I don't even know what to do. It's not even the fact that he told the pills.. It's the fact that he KNOWS I NEED those pills. He knows how much pain I'm in without them. He knows I've been sick he sat in the ER with me! I mean COMON. I guess I have a new fondness for "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.." But we cleared the air on the first time, and I genuinely thought he was doing real well and I also know that he's been gaining the courage to ask me out,I know it, he told me his gramps keeps getting on him to ask me out because he doesn't think guys and girls can be friends, but I know that was his way of trying to gauge my reaction to the idea..so, I called him, I gave him everything: tears, guilt, sympathy, rage, and threats.. He said he would "make it right by morning" which I don't even know what that means, because I know he took them already, I asked him and he couldn't even deny it. I mean these are 30 ML of OCs, how the eF is he gonna replace those, what give me 5 of his grandpa's perks? COMON.. Really? What's even more disappointing, is I even asked him for a couple perks yesterday for my migraine, the OC doesn't work well for it-and he gave me some-then I proceeded to tell him how I'm gonna be low this month on my Dillies bc I have been having worse pain than normal. And he just sat there probably thinking about how he stole some from me..
So right now, I told him if I don't hear from him by 1pm tomorrow I will call the cops on him. I did let him keep my car, but partly because I didn't want to see him tonight, I also didn't want him to wake his grandpa to follow him to my house to drop the car off.
He will call me tomorrow, I know he will, he's not gonna take off its my car, he knows better, and he's not that kind of skeevy kid.
So sorry, I'll cut it down. Anyway, I don't know what to do now? How can I ever trust him again? I mean he has done this twice now. We were such good friends.. We really were. I'd hate to not be friends anymore. But I just don't know how this can be repaired. If I don't get my pills ask, I WILL have to go to the ER for pain control, and I told him that, which fucked me so bad because I'm supposed to start my job on the 14th.. If I don't have pills for the 14-18.. I'm FUCKED
I have been trying to get back to work. Since September, and I'm finally starting and I'm gonna be going through Withdrawal from 5 years of OC use when I go back? How much more could you screw your friend than that.. Well I'm sure there's ways, but that's like an uber burn. I don't even know what IM gonna do if he doesn't make good. If he doesn't, I WILL have to file a police report because, what an I do? I can't be asking my Dr for a refill a week early! I can't pay $150 for 5 OC pills on the street even if I DID have any idea where to get them! Ugh..This is some deep dilemma shit.
Anyone have any thoughts? I greatly appreciate them
It's been quite some time but hey I remember it like it was yesterday. :3
The date was August 12th, 2012 when two friends and I decided to catch the skytrain down into the heart of Vancouver, English Bay. It was my friend E's (not trying to make a pun or anything, her name starts with an E) first time and my friend K's second. That day K and I had 4 pills in total of tested MDMA, going off of what my brother said about them (he had two the night before and said it wasn't too intense) we decided to double drop them while E had about 3/4's of one of our last batches cap.
We all dosed at the same time and went on a fantastic walk along Vancouvers sea wall overlooking a few marina's and the bay, we continued to a lagoon set inland a bit and sat down there a bit because K had started to feel a bit nauseous, I told her that this is perfectly normal and that it is not something to be very worried about. After a few minutes of laying in the grass listening to some music over the ipod dock K decided to try and vomit. My friend E went with her behind some bushes out of sight on a very lightly traveled trail, I was unsure if I should have followed or not in case K was embarrassed or something.
During this time alone I definitely started to feel the drug take hold. For me it was not too intense, I've dealt with harsher come ups before, that's for sure! My friend E returned looking to something to help K vomit, I found an unopened tooth brush in my bag from the that I got from the dentist a while back and happily handed it over, still unsure if I would be welcome back there. Eventually they both emerged and K told me she was unable to vomit (which it normal for her anyways) so I offered her some Gatorade and gum which she gladly accepted. After a few minutes I convinced her to sit upright instead of laying down on her back, the second she sat up I saw her face light up with joy and pure ecstasy. Boom! Just like that all negative feelings gone and she was ready to get up and trek on.
As we were gathering up our things a group of German tourists on bikes approached us and asked us for directions. Since we live in the suburbs both K and I were completely clueless and unable to help but E who was starting to feel the effects of her dose at that point happily directed the tourists as she knows Vancouver like a well educated tourist. As we ventured on along the path around the lagoon I noticed a few tortoises just hanging out in the lagoon on surfacing logs and stones. It was a bad idea to point it out because immediately K wanted to go in after them! Seeing how we were getting into a more public place E and I took control of the situation and told her, "Would a sober 18 year old girl go swimming in a muddy lagoon after a tortoise?" She got the hint and fought her inner child until we cleared that lagoon.
We were now on a path with a small creek the our left and a forest on our right heading towards the ocean, as we approached the end on the path we reminded K to be on her best behavior as we were about to embark through a park with a playground and all. We walked through the park and passed the playground and continued onto a continuation of the sea wall we were previously on. There was a concession stand selling popsicles so both K and E got one then we continued onto the beach.
We walked along the beach for a bit enjoying the sensation of sand on our bare feet. We found a quieter spot along the beach and set up camp, pulled out the ipod dock again and started our summer playlist. At this point my friend K decided to drink her one Stella Artois she brought from home while E and I just laid back in the sun and enjoyed the atmosphere. After K drank her beer she and I decided it was time for a swim, and oh man was that a good idea...
I honestly cannot describe swimming in the ocean on a hot sunny day in august while on mdma... I could try but wouldn't even cover half of what I want to say.
Sadly swimming was cut short when K decided to do a full on dive in 3 feet of water, I guess that's why you shouldn't mix drugs and water. Anyways no serious injuries, she scrapped up her face a tad on a rock but nothing that wouldn't heal. After that incident I told her to get into shallower water or and sit down in it or to just get out (fearing another, more serious injury.) We both wander back to shore and go straight back to the tunes. E was doing fine, mind you she didn't take a full dose but she was happy with it, K decided to start to build a sand castle and wow was it ever a castle. Complete with water defensive's and armored shell walls, sadly three lady bugs lost their life in the process of building it. I honestly don't know how but K kept finding and killing (by accident) lady bugs in the sand.
After we all peaked and had some time to mellow out we decided to continue the walk along the sea wall which headed to the busiest part of the beach and back into more populated area. Of course at this point I had adventure music blasting from the speaking in my bag making it all that much more epic. I turned down the music when we started to approach the main drag down to english bay, as we walked a bit further we noticed a slick little pub on the beach front. We were all underage but had fake id's that got us each a nice cool drink.
After chilling there for a bit we paid our tab and tipped VERY generously and continued on our way. As we exited the pub we bumped into someone we went to highschool with who didn't even question that we were exciting a pub. Talked to her for a bit and went on our merry way without her knowing that we were rolling face.
As we randomly wandered the streets of Vancouver we made that mistake of going into another bar... this is where it kinda gets messy. Since it was K's bithday (the main reason we rolled that day) and E was going away in three days to attend collage in teh states I decided to buy us all a pitcher to split. In hindsight I wish we just kept walking because I drank most of that pitcher myself. E had a glass and then had to take off to meet another friend, at this point we were all definitely coming down. It was much more obvious for K and I that we were coming down apposed to E because she was never fully up there but she seemed good enough to be able to venture on by herself.
After E left K and I finished the pitcher and just chilled for a bit in the bar. After we finished the pitcher we decided it was time to start heading home, so we headed out the door and started walking. Took us a while but we made it back to the skytrain and boarded it looking forward to getting into the comforts of our own homes.
Around 30ish minutes later we get off the train and wait for our bus at the bus loop still feeling the effects of the mdma taken earlier. We hopped on our bus and blasted music through our earbuds until my stop came. I asked her if she was okay to go home and if not I suggested just hanging out at the park until she felt normal enough to deal with parents and siblings. She told me she was fine so I happily walked home pumping some Feed Me.
That was by far I think my best roll. Not necessarily because it was the best mdma I've had or because it was the longest, but because of the general atmosphere and that I got to share it with my two best friends.
If you can handle yourself in public I would really suggest to try a beach roll!
That's what I remember for now, I'll edit it if I remember anything else, hope you enjoyed.
The date was August 12th, 2012 when two friends and I decided to catch the skytrain down into the heart of Vancouver, English Bay. It was my friend E's (not trying to make a pun or anything, her name starts with an E) first time and my friend K's second. That day K and I had 4 pills in total of tested MDMA, going off of what my brother said about them (he had two the night before and said it wasn't too intense) we decided to double drop them while E had about 3/4's of one of our last batches cap.
We all dosed at the same time and went on a fantastic walk along Vancouvers sea wall overlooking a few marina's and the bay, we continued to a lagoon set inland a bit and sat down there a bit because K had started to feel a bit nauseous, I told her that this is perfectly normal and that it is not something to be very worried about. After a few minutes of laying in the grass listening to some music over the ipod dock K decided to try and vomit. My friend E went with her behind some bushes out of sight on a very lightly traveled trail, I was unsure if I should have followed or not in case K was embarrassed or something.
During this time alone I definitely started to feel the drug take hold. For me it was not too intense, I've dealt with harsher come ups before, that's for sure! My friend E returned looking to something to help K vomit, I found an unopened tooth brush in my bag from the that I got from the dentist a while back and happily handed it over, still unsure if I would be welcome back there. Eventually they both emerged and K told me she was unable to vomit (which it normal for her anyways) so I offered her some Gatorade and gum which she gladly accepted. After a few minutes I convinced her to sit upright instead of laying down on her back, the second she sat up I saw her face light up with joy and pure ecstasy. Boom! Just like that all negative feelings gone and she was ready to get up and trek on.
As we were gathering up our things a group of German tourists on bikes approached us and asked us for directions. Since we live in the suburbs both K and I were completely clueless and unable to help but E who was starting to feel the effects of her dose at that point happily directed the tourists as she knows Vancouver like a well educated tourist. As we ventured on along the path around the lagoon I noticed a few tortoises just hanging out in the lagoon on surfacing logs and stones. It was a bad idea to point it out because immediately K wanted to go in after them! Seeing how we were getting into a more public place E and I took control of the situation and told her, "Would a sober 18 year old girl go swimming in a muddy lagoon after a tortoise?" She got the hint and fought her inner child until we cleared that lagoon.
We were now on a path with a small creek the our left and a forest on our right heading towards the ocean, as we approached the end on the path we reminded K to be on her best behavior as we were about to embark through a park with a playground and all. We walked through the park and passed the playground and continued onto a continuation of the sea wall we were previously on. There was a concession stand selling popsicles so both K and E got one then we continued onto the beach.
We walked along the beach for a bit enjoying the sensation of sand on our bare feet. We found a quieter spot along the beach and set up camp, pulled out the ipod dock again and started our summer playlist. At this point my friend K decided to drink her one Stella Artois she brought from home while E and I just laid back in the sun and enjoyed the atmosphere. After K drank her beer she and I decided it was time for a swim, and oh man was that a good idea...
I honestly cannot describe swimming in the ocean on a hot sunny day in august while on mdma... I could try but wouldn't even cover half of what I want to say.
Sadly swimming was cut short when K decided to do a full on dive in 3 feet of water, I guess that's why you shouldn't mix drugs and water. Anyways no serious injuries, she scrapped up her face a tad on a rock but nothing that wouldn't heal. After that incident I told her to get into shallower water or and sit down in it or to just get out (fearing another, more serious injury.) We both wander back to shore and go straight back to the tunes. E was doing fine, mind you she didn't take a full dose but she was happy with it, K decided to start to build a sand castle and wow was it ever a castle. Complete with water defensive's and armored shell walls, sadly three lady bugs lost their life in the process of building it. I honestly don't know how but K kept finding and killing (by accident) lady bugs in the sand.
After we all peaked and had some time to mellow out we decided to continue the walk along the sea wall which headed to the busiest part of the beach and back into more populated area. Of course at this point I had adventure music blasting from the speaking in my bag making it all that much more epic. I turned down the music when we started to approach the main drag down to english bay, as we walked a bit further we noticed a slick little pub on the beach front. We were all underage but had fake id's that got us each a nice cool drink.
After chilling there for a bit we paid our tab and tipped VERY generously and continued on our way. As we exited the pub we bumped into someone we went to highschool with who didn't even question that we were exciting a pub. Talked to her for a bit and went on our merry way without her knowing that we were rolling face.
As we randomly wandered the streets of Vancouver we made that mistake of going into another bar... this is where it kinda gets messy. Since it was K's bithday (the main reason we rolled that day) and E was going away in three days to attend collage in teh states I decided to buy us all a pitcher to split. In hindsight I wish we just kept walking because I drank most of that pitcher myself. E had a glass and then had to take off to meet another friend, at this point we were all definitely coming down. It was much more obvious for K and I that we were coming down apposed to E because she was never fully up there but she seemed good enough to be able to venture on by herself.
After E left K and I finished the pitcher and just chilled for a bit in the bar. After we finished the pitcher we decided it was time to start heading home, so we headed out the door and started walking. Took us a while but we made it back to the skytrain and boarded it looking forward to getting into the comforts of our own homes.
Around 30ish minutes later we get off the train and wait for our bus at the bus loop still feeling the effects of the mdma taken earlier. We hopped on our bus and blasted music through our earbuds until my stop came. I asked her if she was okay to go home and if not I suggested just hanging out at the park until she felt normal enough to deal with parents and siblings. She told me she was fine so I happily walked home pumping some Feed Me.
That was by far I think my best roll. Not necessarily because it was the best mdma I've had or because it was the longest, but because of the general atmosphere and that I got to share it with my two best friends.
If you can handle yourself in public I would really suggest to try a beach roll!
That's what I remember for now, I'll edit it if I remember anything else, hope you enjoyed.
Yesterday I learnt that you had started seeing someone. Whilst it's only been a short while since we broke up, we had many issues for a long time beforehand so this should come as no surprise. What has surprised me however is my response. In a way im jealous. Not that shes with you but that I cannot imagine myself moving on yet but you have with ease or what looks like ease. Perhaps thats just on the surface, guess I will never know.
On a day like today however, I do feel down about this but will keep on reassuring myself that I too in time will be ok. A glass of red wine in the interim will placate me.
On a day like today however, I do feel down about this but will keep on reassuring myself that I too in time will be ok. A glass of red wine in the interim will placate me.
Ok man lets use this as our place we can speak freely it should be secure. when you get done with that your doing click save draft NOT POST NOW!!!!!.
ok we need to do whats called steam distilation. this is a good basic overview with quality pictures http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steam_distillation.
The library has some good referance books but I cant check them out. Im going to make photo copies and snail mail them to you.
This looks promising but I am not sure because its not talking about steam distillation so read it and tell me what you think. http://www.ehow.com/how_7766393_extract-sassafras-oil.html
Ok this is the plant species we most likely have. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sassafras_albidum
ok we need to do whats called steam distilation. this is a good basic overview with quality pictures http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steam_distillation.
The library has some good referance books but I cant check them out. Im going to make photo copies and snail mail them to you.
This looks promising but I am not sure because its not talking about steam distillation so read it and tell me what you think. http://www.ehow.com/how_7766393_extract-sassafras-oil.html
Ok this is the plant species we most likely have. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sassafras_albidum
Im ok. I had a bit of withdrawal but its relatively kept in check. I still feel kind of shitty, though. I didn't sleep much...because of the kava/booze. Oh well.
So two beers and three lips of kava. I'll let everyone know how im doing tomorrow afternoon. I hope to goodness I don't get withdrawal symptoms (though I had hands sweating (while playing a video game, but still it was too much not for something to be up) and a fast hear beat earlier). I like alcohol, but I can see how its dark, as in how it could suck the soul away. Its like weed's very different brother. They both offer euphoria, and are somehow each "grown up" in their own way. I was going to say that alcohol is weed's older brother but they are each older, if that makes any sense.
Well, I caved. I took GABAergics. I had two fat lips of kava and im sipping on this beer. Hope it doesn't hurt me too much. I'll report tomorrow.
Started a new medication yesterday, so I'm on two now. Oh well. I'm doing ok but am having trouble keeping negative thoughts from incapacitating me. I feel the pull of beer. Argg.
literally. i'm looking around my (mom's) house, noticing the pile of dishes by the sink, the dog hair on the floor, and the armchair chock to the brim with clean but unfolded clothes. some of the dishes are mine, some of the clothes are mine, the dog hair does not belong to me because i have no dog. i kind of have a headache and haven't slept much this week, and can't even take a nap because i've smoked too many cigarettes and drank too much tea today. i can't help but feel that i'm deliberately wasting time, but i really don't feel like contributing to the current state of this household. i stayed out last night and upon my arrival home again, i ask my sister if she wants to go to a local county park to swim, she doesn't. she asks how the party was last night, i say good (and yes, i stayed sober). she says, "you needa do the dishes, you haven't done them in days" truth be told though, nobody has done them in days, including her.
truth be told, nobody gives a fuck about this household. my mom comes home, has a mike's hard lemonade, and usually sits on the swinging bench outside and stares out into space. my sister does things around the house more than either my mother or myself, only to hear my mother complain about how she doesn't want to do "this" anymore, how she wants to live in her own house, without horses or dogs or kids. my little sister is seventeen. to me, this is understandable on my mother's part, she's had a hard ride. to the daughter and sister in me, this is incredibly brutal to not me, because i'm twenty, but more so to my little sister, because she's only going to be a junior this year and feels as if my mother is jumping ship, because she emotionally already has.
my mother also notices things and doesn't do them, but complains about how it's a personal smack on her that things get left undone. i work two jobs, and i frankly have about as much time to play mommy a my mother does. for instance, trash day is on monday. on either tuesday or wednesday, my mom says to me, "i can't believe that i have to ask you to do this, but the trash can is still by the road- you haven't noticed?" honestly, no, i hadn't noticed, but she obviously had. another brilliant example: my mom walks in five minutes ago, coming home from skydiving as a part of her birthday celebration. she gives me a brief blurb of her experience skydiving, starts to walk away, turns to me again, and says "hey, i have jello arms. could you bring in the cooler that's in my car? it can't stay out there". now maybe i'm a lazy piece of ungrateful shit, which yes, i am quite known for in this family and can admit this for myself, but damn, that woman seriously overplays the depressed burn-out card.
so, i don't want to do a damn thing, not even for myself at this point. do i expect them to get done because i notice that they haven't been? no. i have clothes to wash but they can wait. i have papers to print but can't because i don't have a printer, they can wait until wednesday when i can get to the library. maybe i'm wrong, and i'm sure that on some level that i am, but the dishes can wait as well, the dog hair can stay until my sister picks it up, and the mountain range of laundry sitting both on the chair in the living room and in front of the washing machine can wait as well. even if this house were cleaned top to bottom, right now, it would be trashed again within three days so i don't see the sense.
and fuck my life, my mom just fucking walked up to me again, asked me what i'm writing about, asks me if i've changed my hair color again, asks me if i fell off the wagon last night. she asks what's wrong, i tell her about the exchange between my sister and i, she replies "you can do the dishes". like, no-fucking-shit, mom. i tell her to look around and see if the dishes make any sort of a difference, and they do. i know this, but can't bring myself to care at the present moment. i also tell her that i'm not bringing in her cooler, she says that she knows, and that she's going to "jerk" the car insurance on the car that i've been driving, even though i pay for the insurance on the vehicle that i use.
clearly i'm a piece of shit and really should try to give a fuck, but i don't. and i'm sick of this, i'm ready to not have to deal with this every day, the nothing but whining from my sister, who, by the way, now wants to do something, and my mom's hollow threats to take away what i am paying for myself. my mom doesn't do me any favors except let me live here, for which i've been grateful in my early recovery, but the way she brings up my falling off the wagon every time i prefer to be left alone, the way she can't own up to raising her fourth and last without holding it against her, and her self-pity are seriously grinding my gears. i'm sure that my frustrations and and bitterness toward the situation are grinding her gears, but it's as if i'm the only dysfunctional person in a dysfunctional household. so, i'm gonna get out of the house again (because apparently last night's escapade wasn't enough for me,) and go see my grammy.
deuce.
truth be told, nobody gives a fuck about this household. my mom comes home, has a mike's hard lemonade, and usually sits on the swinging bench outside and stares out into space. my sister does things around the house more than either my mother or myself, only to hear my mother complain about how she doesn't want to do "this" anymore, how she wants to live in her own house, without horses or dogs or kids. my little sister is seventeen. to me, this is understandable on my mother's part, she's had a hard ride. to the daughter and sister in me, this is incredibly brutal to not me, because i'm twenty, but more so to my little sister, because she's only going to be a junior this year and feels as if my mother is jumping ship, because she emotionally already has.
my mother also notices things and doesn't do them, but complains about how it's a personal smack on her that things get left undone. i work two jobs, and i frankly have about as much time to play mommy a my mother does. for instance, trash day is on monday. on either tuesday or wednesday, my mom says to me, "i can't believe that i have to ask you to do this, but the trash can is still by the road- you haven't noticed?" honestly, no, i hadn't noticed, but she obviously had. another brilliant example: my mom walks in five minutes ago, coming home from skydiving as a part of her birthday celebration. she gives me a brief blurb of her experience skydiving, starts to walk away, turns to me again, and says "hey, i have jello arms. could you bring in the cooler that's in my car? it can't stay out there". now maybe i'm a lazy piece of ungrateful shit, which yes, i am quite known for in this family and can admit this for myself, but damn, that woman seriously overplays the depressed burn-out card.
so, i don't want to do a damn thing, not even for myself at this point. do i expect them to get done because i notice that they haven't been? no. i have clothes to wash but they can wait. i have papers to print but can't because i don't have a printer, they can wait until wednesday when i can get to the library. maybe i'm wrong, and i'm sure that on some level that i am, but the dishes can wait as well, the dog hair can stay until my sister picks it up, and the mountain range of laundry sitting both on the chair in the living room and in front of the washing machine can wait as well. even if this house were cleaned top to bottom, right now, it would be trashed again within three days so i don't see the sense.
and fuck my life, my mom just fucking walked up to me again, asked me what i'm writing about, asks me if i've changed my hair color again, asks me if i fell off the wagon last night. she asks what's wrong, i tell her about the exchange between my sister and i, she replies "you can do the dishes". like, no-fucking-shit, mom. i tell her to look around and see if the dishes make any sort of a difference, and they do. i know this, but can't bring myself to care at the present moment. i also tell her that i'm not bringing in her cooler, she says that she knows, and that she's going to "jerk" the car insurance on the car that i've been driving, even though i pay for the insurance on the vehicle that i use.
clearly i'm a piece of shit and really should try to give a fuck, but i don't. and i'm sick of this, i'm ready to not have to deal with this every day, the nothing but whining from my sister, who, by the way, now wants to do something, and my mom's hollow threats to take away what i am paying for myself. my mom doesn't do me any favors except let me live here, for which i've been grateful in my early recovery, but the way she brings up my falling off the wagon every time i prefer to be left alone, the way she can't own up to raising her fourth and last without holding it against her, and her self-pity are seriously grinding my gears. i'm sure that my frustrations and and bitterness toward the situation are grinding her gears, but it's as if i'm the only dysfunctional person in a dysfunctional household. so, i'm gonna get out of the house again (because apparently last night's escapade wasn't enough for me,) and go see my grammy.
deuce.
You would think that after 11 years of being dope sick I would be super happy to be off the shit. Why am I not? Why can't I just feel normal? That's really all I want. I wake up everyday looking for something to make me feel better. Exercise, funny things, just little things to make me feel better, but then it makes me sick when I realize that I spend my entire day trying to feel better. Why can't I just wake up and live. Just exist and coexist peacefully with the world around me. It's been a long time since I laughed, but I cry every day. THIS ISN'T ME.
I miss you so much. I can't get you out of head. The holidays were rough. Not as bad as I thought but still rough. We've been making runs to St. Robert and I know you would have loved to come. Sometimes I wonder if you're watching us getting pissed about how stupid we are. It's weird for me to see you're friends and family. Hard to believe they still exist without you. Hard to believe if goes on without you. Anymore I don't feel like I'm living till I score. Nothing seems real without you. I know you're gone for good but it doesn't feel that way most days.
Below is a list of Substances.I.Have.Known.And.Loved (or at least tried!) with brief descriptors for your reference.
So far it is only a vaguely useful list because I've yet to include dosage & administration method for all of them, plus I have merely trusted the labels on these substances - I did not personally test them all unless stated. (I highly recommend testing your stuff which is - let's face it - not regulated and in a legal grey area at best).
Some thoughts: Get testing kits & use them. Stay hydrated to avoid constipation & hang-over the next day. Keep chewing gum handy for jaw-clenching or squeezy toys for your hands (which can take the edge of the jaw). Take magnesium to help ease any muscle aching (again, especially the jaw). Don't do combos. Expect that you might look high - e.g. flushed face, dilated pupils, stupid grins. Don't always expect a good time... sooner or later you'll have a bad trip full or paranoid, depression, crying, or anxiety - be aware of your current state of mind. Best done at home (especially with a sexy girlfriend, heheh).
I will try to keep this edited and up-to-date with useful info. We "psychonauts" (labrats) have got to help each other out - no-one else will, right!?
Almost everything below was measured using an electronic weighing-scale and eaten inside a gel-cap on an empty stomach - this is my ROA of choice.
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Methylone - (3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methylcathinone, bk-MDMA). Tested as methylone using drug-testing kit. 100mgs oral, then another 70mgs after an hour. Nice mood lift and energy. No kind of body-load.
Methoxetamine (MXE) tested. - 30mgs then 2hrs later 40mgs oral. Mood lift, slight giddiness. "Moonwalking" feeling like with DXM. Strange sense of being personally involved when watching a film.
50mgs oral. Kicked in in 15mins. Very hard to work. Co-ordination poor. difficult to order words in sentences. Laid down. The room seemed to spin & my limbs felt disordered for several hours. Reminded me of DXM. Disappointng.
30mgs sublingual - Mood lift, slight giddiness. "Moonwalking" feeling like with DXM. Sense of being drunk, but clear-headed. Slight, non-local sense of numbness. All over in 4 hours.
Ethylphenidate - 100mgs oral. mild empathogen for 2 hrs, nicely mood uplifting, feels convivial and outgoing. Great stimulation for 6hrs more with 2 hr come down of jaw-clenching. Can drink waaay more than usual.
6-APB - tested. oral ROA. strong empathetic experiences and stimulation, openness, introspection and heightened sensuality, hours of great sex, fun dancing. Varies in intensity between 70mg and 200mg doses oral for approx 8hrs to 14 hours.
5-APB succinate - tested. mild empathetic experiences, openness and strong stimulation and heightened sensuality, great sex, fun dancing, varying in intensity between 70mg and 170mg oral for approx 8hrs.
5-APB hydrocloride - 70mgs. Not very stimmy, but happy. Another 70mgs three hours into the trip gave me LSD-like visuals. Rough hang-over due to not eating. About twice as strong as succinate.
IAP - 100mgs oral, stimulated, slight luminosity to objects, heavy body-load, 8 hrs long. Not very interesting.
Etizolam - 2.5 mgs - felt nicely "drunk" then fell asleep. Smaller 1mg or 2mg doses make you feel a bit drunk on an empty stomach. Best for taking the edge off stims/come-downs or getting to sleep.
AMT - 50mgs, oral gel-cap, no nausea, tryptamine-style visuals on blank surfaces (e.g. a white floor) - not intense. Little stimulation, more relaxing/lethargic, shaky hands. Reminded me of mushrooms or weak acid, but longer & higher body-load. 12hr+ trip
- 100mgs oral gel-cap, nausea & brief vomiting on come up, strong tryptamine-style visuals on everything, colours, sparks, - very beautiful. No stimulation, more relaxing/lethargic, shaky hands. 12hr trip & 4 hr come-down
5-MEO-DALT (N,N-diallyl-5-methoxytryptamine) - 30mg oral. "trippy" feeling, no visuals or real mental changes. 3hr trip! 50mg same, but heavy tracers for an hour. Great orgasms having sex.
5-MEO-DIPT (N,N-diisopropyl-5-methoxy-tryptamine) - psychedelic hazes and tracers.
MDMA (3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine) - tested. strong empathetic experiences and stimulation, openness and introspection
MDA (3,4-methylenedioxyamphetamine) - tested. as with MDMA, but shorter duration and slightly less intense.
MDAI (5,6-Methylenedioxy-2-aminoindane) - tested. 100mg oral. Slight empathetic feeling and slight stimulation. Higher dose is probably required.
100mg, 30mins then 50mg, 30mins then another 50mgs - as above but a bit stronger. Probably best to do about 300mgs in one bomb.
MDAT (6,7-Methylenedioxy-2-aminotetralin) - 100mg oral. no experiential change. Possibly bunk product? Higher dose is probably required.
2C-B (4-bromo-2,5-dimethoxyphenethylamine) - tested. as with MDMA, but heightened sensuality. Great stuff.
2C-C - 4 hours of a beautiful, LSD-like trip after 30mgs. Awesome.
4-FA - 100mgs gave a little euphoria the first time. The following times did little else but keep me stimulation.
GBL (gamma-Butyrlactone) - mildly soporific, mildly euphoric, lovely. Mixes well with weed, LSD & MDMA.
GHB (gamma-hydroxybutyrate) - mildly soporific, mildly euphoric, lovely.
LSD (d-lysergic acid diethylamide) - psychedelic hazes, tracers, lights, flashes and patterns - beautiful.
Psylocybin semilanceata - psychedelic hazes and tracers, moderate body-load (i.e. gut irritation and shits)
Psylocybin cubensis - psychedelic hazes and tracers, moderate body-load
DXM (dextromethorphan hydrobromide) - from cough syrup. disorienting and dizzying, facial twitches, "bouncy" sensation when walking, weird/interesting thoughts, lot of odourless shitting. Higher doses made it impossible to move and gave me a sense of being connected to a cosmic feeling of love. Most amusing.
Salvia divinorum x10 - smoked: INTENSE, dream-like and brief hallucinations, & very brief memory loss. Other dimensional & truly mind blowing stuff.
Ketamine (2-(2-chlorophenyl)-2-(methylamino)-cyclohexanone) - intramuscular injection: descent into widening, deepening darkness, breath-taking & other-worldly!
Nitrous oxide - giddiness
Tobacco - light-headedness until tolerance. Shit really.
Cannabis - hallucination during early use until tolerance, light-headedness, giddiness, soporific, relaxing - however, heavy use lead to addiction. Foul, depressed moods on the days without it.
Ephedrine ((-)-alpha-(1-methylaminoethyl)benzyl alcohol) - stimulation
Codeine - soporific, "floaty"
Melatonin (N-[2-(5-methoxy-1h-indol-3-yl)ethyl]acetamide) - intensification of dreams
Viagra (1-[[3-(6,7-dihydro-1-methyl-7-oxo-3-propyl-1H-pyrazolo [4,3-d]pyrimidin- 5-yl)-4-ethoxyphenyl]sulfonyl]-4- methylpiperazine citrate) - priapism, blue hazes
Sun-Opener (Heimia salicifolia) - colourless hazes and shadows. Tastes incredible foul.
Dexamphetamine - strong 8 hour stimulation & confidence. Clean feeling.
Zolpidem (N,N-6-trimethyl-2-p-tolyl-imidazo[1,2-a]pyridine- 3-acetamide L-(+)-tartrate) - very strong hallucinations (if you can remember them), drunken feeling. Dangerous to be alone (e.g. falling down stairs). However, can almost never remember these experiences.
Zopiclone (4-methyl-1-piperazinecarboxylic acid 6-(5-chloro- 2-pyridinyl)-6,7-dihydro-7-oxo-5H-pyrrolo[3,4-b] pyrazin-5-yl ester) - very mild hallucinations (if you can remember them), drunken feeling. However, can almost never remember these experiences.
Kratom (Mitragyna speciosa) - very mild soporific, not impressed.
Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds/Morning Glory seeds (LSA) - psychedelic hazes, tracers, and patterns. - LSD like.
"Poppers" - brief, warm headrush.
So far it is only a vaguely useful list because I've yet to include dosage & administration method for all of them, plus I have merely trusted the labels on these substances - I did not personally test them all unless stated. (I highly recommend testing your stuff which is - let's face it - not regulated and in a legal grey area at best).
Some thoughts: Get testing kits & use them. Stay hydrated to avoid constipation & hang-over the next day. Keep chewing gum handy for jaw-clenching or squeezy toys for your hands (which can take the edge of the jaw). Take magnesium to help ease any muscle aching (again, especially the jaw). Don't do combos. Expect that you might look high - e.g. flushed face, dilated pupils, stupid grins. Don't always expect a good time... sooner or later you'll have a bad trip full or paranoid, depression, crying, or anxiety - be aware of your current state of mind. Best done at home (especially with a sexy girlfriend, heheh).
I will try to keep this edited and up-to-date with useful info. We "psychonauts" (labrats) have got to help each other out - no-one else will, right!?
Almost everything below was measured using an electronic weighing-scale and eaten inside a gel-cap on an empty stomach - this is my ROA of choice.
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Methylone - (3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methylcathinone, bk-MDMA). Tested as methylone using drug-testing kit. 100mgs oral, then another 70mgs after an hour. Nice mood lift and energy. No kind of body-load.
Methoxetamine (MXE) tested. - 30mgs then 2hrs later 40mgs oral. Mood lift, slight giddiness. "Moonwalking" feeling like with DXM. Strange sense of being personally involved when watching a film.
50mgs oral. Kicked in in 15mins. Very hard to work. Co-ordination poor. difficult to order words in sentences. Laid down. The room seemed to spin & my limbs felt disordered for several hours. Reminded me of DXM. Disappointng.
30mgs sublingual - Mood lift, slight giddiness. "Moonwalking" feeling like with DXM. Sense of being drunk, but clear-headed. Slight, non-local sense of numbness. All over in 4 hours.
Ethylphenidate - 100mgs oral. mild empathogen for 2 hrs, nicely mood uplifting, feels convivial and outgoing. Great stimulation for 6hrs more with 2 hr come down of jaw-clenching. Can drink waaay more than usual.
6-APB - tested. oral ROA. strong empathetic experiences and stimulation, openness, introspection and heightened sensuality, hours of great sex, fun dancing. Varies in intensity between 70mg and 200mg doses oral for approx 8hrs to 14 hours.
5-APB succinate - tested. mild empathetic experiences, openness and strong stimulation and heightened sensuality, great sex, fun dancing, varying in intensity between 70mg and 170mg oral for approx 8hrs.
5-APB hydrocloride - 70mgs. Not very stimmy, but happy. Another 70mgs three hours into the trip gave me LSD-like visuals. Rough hang-over due to not eating. About twice as strong as succinate.
IAP - 100mgs oral, stimulated, slight luminosity to objects, heavy body-load, 8 hrs long. Not very interesting.
Etizolam - 2.5 mgs - felt nicely "drunk" then fell asleep. Smaller 1mg or 2mg doses make you feel a bit drunk on an empty stomach. Best for taking the edge off stims/come-downs or getting to sleep.
AMT - 50mgs, oral gel-cap, no nausea, tryptamine-style visuals on blank surfaces (e.g. a white floor) - not intense. Little stimulation, more relaxing/lethargic, shaky hands. Reminded me of mushrooms or weak acid, but longer & higher body-load. 12hr+ trip
- 100mgs oral gel-cap, nausea & brief vomiting on come up, strong tryptamine-style visuals on everything, colours, sparks, - very beautiful. No stimulation, more relaxing/lethargic, shaky hands. 12hr trip & 4 hr come-down
5-MEO-DALT (N,N-diallyl-5-methoxytryptamine) - 30mg oral. "trippy" feeling, no visuals or real mental changes. 3hr trip! 50mg same, but heavy tracers for an hour. Great orgasms having sex.
5-MEO-DIPT (N,N-diisopropyl-5-methoxy-tryptamine) - psychedelic hazes and tracers.
MDMA (3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine) - tested. strong empathetic experiences and stimulation, openness and introspection
MDA (3,4-methylenedioxyamphetamine) - tested. as with MDMA, but shorter duration and slightly less intense.
MDAI (5,6-Methylenedioxy-2-aminoindane) - tested. 100mg oral. Slight empathetic feeling and slight stimulation. Higher dose is probably required.
100mg, 30mins then 50mg, 30mins then another 50mgs - as above but a bit stronger. Probably best to do about 300mgs in one bomb.
MDAT (6,7-Methylenedioxy-2-aminotetralin) - 100mg oral. no experiential change. Possibly bunk product? Higher dose is probably required.
2C-B (4-bromo-2,5-dimethoxyphenethylamine) - tested. as with MDMA, but heightened sensuality. Great stuff.
2C-C - 4 hours of a beautiful, LSD-like trip after 30mgs. Awesome.
4-FA - 100mgs gave a little euphoria the first time. The following times did little else but keep me stimulation.
GBL (gamma-Butyrlactone) - mildly soporific, mildly euphoric, lovely. Mixes well with weed, LSD & MDMA.
GHB (gamma-hydroxybutyrate) - mildly soporific, mildly euphoric, lovely.
LSD (d-lysergic acid diethylamide) - psychedelic hazes, tracers, lights, flashes and patterns - beautiful.
Psylocybin semilanceata - psychedelic hazes and tracers, moderate body-load (i.e. gut irritation and shits)
Psylocybin cubensis - psychedelic hazes and tracers, moderate body-load
DXM (dextromethorphan hydrobromide) - from cough syrup. disorienting and dizzying, facial twitches, "bouncy" sensation when walking, weird/interesting thoughts, lot of odourless shitting. Higher doses made it impossible to move and gave me a sense of being connected to a cosmic feeling of love. Most amusing.
Salvia divinorum x10 - smoked: INTENSE, dream-like and brief hallucinations, & very brief memory loss. Other dimensional & truly mind blowing stuff.
Ketamine (2-(2-chlorophenyl)-2-(methylamino)-cyclohexanone) - intramuscular injection: descent into widening, deepening darkness, breath-taking & other-worldly!
Nitrous oxide - giddiness
Tobacco - light-headedness until tolerance. Shit really.
Cannabis - hallucination during early use until tolerance, light-headedness, giddiness, soporific, relaxing - however, heavy use lead to addiction. Foul, depressed moods on the days without it.
Ephedrine ((-)-alpha-(1-methylaminoethyl)benzyl alcohol) - stimulation
Codeine - soporific, "floaty"
Melatonin (N-[2-(5-methoxy-1h-indol-3-yl)ethyl]acetamide) - intensification of dreams
Viagra (1-[[3-(6,7-dihydro-1-methyl-7-oxo-3-propyl-1H-pyrazolo [4,3-d]pyrimidin- 5-yl)-4-ethoxyphenyl]sulfonyl]-4- methylpiperazine citrate) - priapism, blue hazes
Sun-Opener (Heimia salicifolia) - colourless hazes and shadows. Tastes incredible foul.
Dexamphetamine - strong 8 hour stimulation & confidence. Clean feeling.
Zolpidem (N,N-6-trimethyl-2-p-tolyl-imidazo[1,2-a]pyridine- 3-acetamide L-(+)-tartrate) - very strong hallucinations (if you can remember them), drunken feeling. Dangerous to be alone (e.g. falling down stairs). However, can almost never remember these experiences.
Zopiclone (4-methyl-1-piperazinecarboxylic acid 6-(5-chloro- 2-pyridinyl)-6,7-dihydro-7-oxo-5H-pyrrolo[3,4-b] pyrazin-5-yl ester) - very mild hallucinations (if you can remember them), drunken feeling. However, can almost never remember these experiences.
Kratom (Mitragyna speciosa) - very mild soporific, not impressed.
Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds/Morning Glory seeds (LSA) - psychedelic hazes, tracers, and patterns. - LSD like.
"Poppers" - brief, warm headrush.
A continuation...
Arrested just as he was packing his bags to leave Brasil and return to Belgium, having resolved to give up his ambitions to corner the Brasilian cocaine market, our hero was sentenced to 4 years. Entering the prison dressed in the traditional clothes of a Chassidic (Hassidic) Jew, the COs (Corrections Officers) open the gate and tell him to find his own cell. As is the case in so many prisons in the Developing World, this prison is internally controlled by the prisoners themselves. As the guy is standing there dumbfounded some guy dressed like a Mexican cholo with dreadlocks (you really have to love National Geographic) comes up to him and says in a matter of fact tone, "Follow me, no matter what keep your eyes on me. No matter what you see, keep your eyes on my back."
The cholo Rastafarian guy leads him to his own cell and points to an empty bunk and says, "This is your bunk." The Jews asks him about having seen Hefty-type garbage bags being dragged through the corridors, leaking blood, as they walked to the cell. Again in a matter fact of tone the cholo tells him, "Oh, there was a murder yesterday." Hahaha welcome to prisonlife.
The Jewish guy says that there were murders every single day, suuuure. 1 day, while aimlessly moping around the yard the baddest prisoner in that badass Brasilian prison tells him, "Give me a cigarette." The Jew tells him he doesn't have any at which point Mr. Badass grabs him and pulls out a giant "shank," or prison dagger. The Jewish guy narrarates that as a boy growing up in London he had been targetted by neighbourhood Anti-Semites and so his father had gotten him Aikkido lessons. As he is in this knife fight he grabs both wrists of the man and pins the dagger against his attacker's chest, yelling, "Drop it! Drop it now!" The attacker would not obey so the Jew forced him down onto his own dagger, killing him. Suuuuuuuure.
Readers may recall that on Easter Day, 2008 I myself was in the very same situation though my opponent was armed with a machete. As learned as I am in the Israeli Martial Art of Krav Maga I could not even get close enough to even try something as retarded as that. When you are faced with a blade wielding maniac who aims to kill you there is no fucken way that you will ever close that crucial distance between him and you. Now, granted, the Jew DID claim that his opponent closed that space, not leaving him that safe distance to engage him defencively. However, the idea that he had the brute strength to force the baddest ass prisoner in a huge prison to impale himself on his own blade is just too preposterous to even consider.
After almost 3 years he is released and deported, only to end up in an Israeli prison where he ended up serving another 8 years. He narrarates that there was a teenaged boy on his cellblock was forced to sleep on the catwalk because noone would allow him to bunk in their cell since he was a junky. Of course in reality most Israeli prisoners are serving heroin, amphetamine or cocaine-rated offences. Granted, maybe the teen had other issues undisclosed to the audience. The Jew says that it was then that he realised just what drugs do to people and he resolved to cure the teen, who like most Israeli junkies continued injecting while in prison. He allowed the boy into his cell but warned him it was on the condition that he stop using. "I want to stop sniffle sniffle." Sure man.
The boy stopped using, became religious but one day upon returning to their cell the Jew found the boy on the verge of death from an overdose. Cradling the boy in his arms the Jew felt the boy's life drain from him and cried about it afterwards.
Released from prison in Israel he returned to London where he says he became an Anti Drugs activist. However, I researched the man and the truth is a lot more interesting. I will get to that in my next entry...
To be continued...
Arrested just as he was packing his bags to leave Brasil and return to Belgium, having resolved to give up his ambitions to corner the Brasilian cocaine market, our hero was sentenced to 4 years. Entering the prison dressed in the traditional clothes of a Chassidic (Hassidic) Jew, the COs (Corrections Officers) open the gate and tell him to find his own cell. As is the case in so many prisons in the Developing World, this prison is internally controlled by the prisoners themselves. As the guy is standing there dumbfounded some guy dressed like a Mexican cholo with dreadlocks (you really have to love National Geographic) comes up to him and says in a matter of fact tone, "Follow me, no matter what keep your eyes on me. No matter what you see, keep your eyes on my back."
The cholo Rastafarian guy leads him to his own cell and points to an empty bunk and says, "This is your bunk." The Jews asks him about having seen Hefty-type garbage bags being dragged through the corridors, leaking blood, as they walked to the cell. Again in a matter fact of tone the cholo tells him, "Oh, there was a murder yesterday." Hahaha welcome to prisonlife.
The Jewish guy says that there were murders every single day, suuuure. 1 day, while aimlessly moping around the yard the baddest prisoner in that badass Brasilian prison tells him, "Give me a cigarette." The Jew tells him he doesn't have any at which point Mr. Badass grabs him and pulls out a giant "shank," or prison dagger. The Jewish guy narrarates that as a boy growing up in London he had been targetted by neighbourhood Anti-Semites and so his father had gotten him Aikkido lessons. As he is in this knife fight he grabs both wrists of the man and pins the dagger against his attacker's chest, yelling, "Drop it! Drop it now!" The attacker would not obey so the Jew forced him down onto his own dagger, killing him. Suuuuuuuure.
Readers may recall that on Easter Day, 2008 I myself was in the very same situation though my opponent was armed with a machete. As learned as I am in the Israeli Martial Art of Krav Maga I could not even get close enough to even try something as retarded as that. When you are faced with a blade wielding maniac who aims to kill you there is no fucken way that you will ever close that crucial distance between him and you. Now, granted, the Jew DID claim that his opponent closed that space, not leaving him that safe distance to engage him defencively. However, the idea that he had the brute strength to force the baddest ass prisoner in a huge prison to impale himself on his own blade is just too preposterous to even consider.
After almost 3 years he is released and deported, only to end up in an Israeli prison where he ended up serving another 8 years. He narrarates that there was a teenaged boy on his cellblock was forced to sleep on the catwalk because noone would allow him to bunk in their cell since he was a junky. Of course in reality most Israeli prisoners are serving heroin, amphetamine or cocaine-rated offences. Granted, maybe the teen had other issues undisclosed to the audience. The Jew says that it was then that he realised just what drugs do to people and he resolved to cure the teen, who like most Israeli junkies continued injecting while in prison. He allowed the boy into his cell but warned him it was on the condition that he stop using. "I want to stop sniffle sniffle." Sure man.
The boy stopped using, became religious but one day upon returning to their cell the Jew found the boy on the verge of death from an overdose. Cradling the boy in his arms the Jew felt the boy's life drain from him and cried about it afterwards.
Released from prison in Israel he returned to London where he says he became an Anti Drugs activist. However, I researched the man and the truth is a lot more interesting. I will get to that in my next entry...
To be continued...
When you can't find the light,
That got you through a cloudy day,
When the stars ain't shinin' bright,
You feel like you've lost you're way,
When those candle lights of home,
Burn so very far away,
Now you got to let your soul shine,
Just like my daddy used to say.
[Chorus]
He used to say soulshine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometime,
Got to let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
I grew up thinkin' that I had it made,
Gonna make it on my own.
Life can take the strongest man,
Make him feel so alone.
Now sometimes I feel a cold wind,
Blowin' through my achin' bones,
I think back to what my daddy said,
He said "Boy, in the darkness before the dawn:"
[Chorus]
Let your soul shine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
Sometimes a man can feel this emptiness,
Like a woman has robbed him of his very soul.
A woman too, God knows, she can feel like this.
And when your world seems cold, you got to let your spirit take control.
[Chorus]
Let your soul shine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Lord now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
Oh, it's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day
Warren Haynes
That got you through a cloudy day,
When the stars ain't shinin' bright,
You feel like you've lost you're way,
When those candle lights of home,
Burn so very far away,
Now you got to let your soul shine,
Just like my daddy used to say.
[Chorus]
He used to say soulshine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometime,
Got to let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
I grew up thinkin' that I had it made,
Gonna make it on my own.
Life can take the strongest man,
Make him feel so alone.
Now sometimes I feel a cold wind,
Blowin' through my achin' bones,
I think back to what my daddy said,
He said "Boy, in the darkness before the dawn:"
[Chorus]
Let your soul shine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
Sometimes a man can feel this emptiness,
Like a woman has robbed him of his very soul.
A woman too, God knows, she can feel like this.
And when your world seems cold, you got to let your spirit take control.
[Chorus]
Let your soul shine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Lord now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
Oh, it's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day
Warren Haynes
2012, I am so happy to be finished with it all.
I learned a lot about myself this year. I nearly got married. I adopted my beloved Siberian Husky who was robbed from me. I smoked some pot. I made some money through hard work. I spent a lot of time being rained on in the Pacific NW. I drove a lot, flew a lot, and now it's time to turn the calendar.
Happy 2013, Bluelight. May our retrospective be happy at next calendar's turn.
I learned a lot about myself this year. I nearly got married. I adopted my beloved Siberian Husky who was robbed from me. I smoked some pot. I made some money through hard work. I spent a lot of time being rained on in the Pacific NW. I drove a lot, flew a lot, and now it's time to turn the calendar.
Happy 2013, Bluelight. May our retrospective be happy at next calendar's turn.
