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After a grueling 5 months of sheer despair and utter hopelessness, in destitute and dire circumstance, unmedicated, uninsured, and under duress of the highest order I've managed to land a job.


This is where it gets unusual.

I've often had premonitions of future transpirations, almost to an unsettling degree. Last week during severe clonazapam withdrawal (lasted two weeks waiting on a doctors appointment) I had a prescient dream, which is not unlike me. It happens every now and then, usually the more centered I am the frequency of the dreams ascends to a higher magnitiude and frequency.

The dream was I was working at my first job, in the old store I spent 4 years manning single-handedly (the way I like it; solicitude is my concubine). I can't really recall many details for dreams are like mystical or psychedelic experieinces primarily, they quite keenly and skillfully circumvent description.

Here I am today, scheduled for an 8 hour shift in a Managerial position in the very same store. On a whim I stopped to chat, discovered they were under new ownership and upon hearing this I immediately ask about employment. After cycling through a few channells of subordinant characters I gained the attention of the district manager.

This was two days ago. Yesterday I handed in my resume, today she called and asked if I could work. Obviously I hid my excitement but said yes yes yes just the same Hot damn by god woman YES.

Interesting turn of affairs, lets just hope I can stay on the straight and narrow.


In other news, this is an addendum to that post I made about my unlawful arrest, detention, and sentencing happening around May of '11.



WE BEAT THEM LIKE DOGS


Just thought I'd give everyone an update on this seeing how it's been a long while.

It panned out exactly as I would have assumed it to have, had I not been such a defeatist/pessimist and paranoiac.

What it boiled down to was that their case had no water. If I had had the money or the time to risk the consequences should my defensive trial turn for the worst, I would have fought it full bore and had the charges dismissed, possibly filing a countersuit for wrongful arrest and defamation of character. But alas, I'm of humble means and simple fiduciary stock.

It resulted in a conditional adjournment in contemplation of dismissal, meaning if I stay out of trouble for 6 months-1 year the charges will be dropped. Whether this means they are stricken from my record and I am found innocent, I've not a clue as my lawyer doesn't return my calls or answer my admittedly long-winded questions when he does. I do know however that as a result of this and until the adjournment (1 year) I am unable to work in my current field (healthcare) which means I'm left to find less desirable work at half the pay I'd normally receive. Looks like I'll be heading back to college.

Thanks for the support, folks. You're all such wonderful​
people.

Thou
I posted this on my non bluelight blog last night at around midnight,
but since it contains bits about MXE and 3-meo-pcp and the batch possibly being contaminated.

From http://noonelistenplease.blogspot.com/

This weekend was pretty eventful, On Friday night I had a massive argument/discussion with my drunken ex fiance and she was so evil and nasty to me that I don't know if I can ever see her face again without the anger that I have for her now being there. It is such a shame as we were having a nice chat before the switch in her head flipped and she said all of the stuff she said. I'm not going to go into it in here as it will just make me more angry, but suffice to say, all contact is being cut, I am going to give up the allotment that I have in her village that is registered to her address and am going to change GP surgeries so that I no longer have any ties to the place that she lives and never have an excuse to just "pop in" while I'm in the area.

Saturday at about noon some MXE arrived and I took only about 100mg over the course of a few hours, and then remembered that it was my works Christmas party. I got dressed and ready for the party and walked there in a bit of an altered state. I didn't think it would be obvious but as soon as I walked in I was told that it was obvious that I wasn't just drunk or on my medication, so I preceded to get as drunk as possible as quick as possible to cover it up. This was probably a bad idea as I got soo drunk that I was pretty much ushered away from the party and shoved into a taxi and I got back to my place. When I got back, the swipe card to my building wasn't working, so I went to try and find some help getting in. Next thing I remember there were 3 security guys helping me get back to my room. I have absolutely no idea what time this was, I don't really have much of a memory of most of the party either.

I woke up on Sunday morning at about 4.30am and then decided that I might aswell finish the rest of the MXE so that when it was worn off I would have recovered from it in time to make it to work on Monday. This wasn't a mistake, but it turned out badly. I had a great time with the MXE, or what I thought was 100% MXE. I may have watched "A Scanner Darkly" again (will be making a blog post/review of the film shortly) It turned out that the MXE was contaminated with 3-meo-pcp as it was very stimulating and lasted until at least midnight that night. I had to take quite a bit of diazepam to get myself to sleep. This resulted in my waking up late for work and feeling very very sick. I had to email in sick and then I pretty much slept for the whole day.

Woke up on Monday properly at about 3pm, then had some food and watched some Lost. I fell asleep during the second episode of Lost and was awoken again at about 7pm by the fire alarm. I really didn't want to go and stand outside with everyone else so I took the opportunity to go to the laundry room and do a couple of loads of laundry. By the time I had left the laundry room about 20 minutes after the alarm started it had stopped. I watched some more Lost while the laundry was washing and drying and then went to sleep at around 11pm.

Woke up Tuesday morning after setting two alarms just in case, showered and went to work, was told by one of the seniors that my absence level increase has been noticed by all of the seniors and management, I was genuinely guilty and sad that I had let the team down again on Monday but there was no way I was fit to work. I told the senior that things haven't been going great again and that 2012 was going to be the year that I turn it all around and start being a good worker again. I worked as hard as I could today and will continue to do so for as long as I am employed there. I have to keep my job or I will lose my accommodation and will be stuck with a lot more debt than I should have. I think I am safe for now and that the first 3 months of 2012 will be my last chance to prove myself.

No sick days at all for me in those first 3 months. They are going to be my months of improvement. I have a lot to look forward to in 2012 and a lot of goals to aim for, so I think that it is going to be my year. I'll post more about those goals in detail when I get the courage to do the video posts again.

Time for sleep now. I have work again tomorrow and don't want to be late, that is almost as bad as not turning up.

For tonight, that is my ranting over.
It's been some time since I arrived in London. I got to know some facts about the city. One sure thing is when you start talking to someone on the street, it's very probable he/she is not English and even if he/she is, he/she isn't a Londoner. A city of so many cultures mixed. It's quite interesting because where I lived before was also a city with mixed cultures, especially between two World Wars. But here it's like artificially made. People just come from all around the world to seek new perspective for their lives. In my home city in Poland various people lived there like for centuries, Poles, Ukrainians, Russians, Belarusians, Jews... All mixed up and thus there are still remnants of not only old Roman Catholic churches but also there are Greek Catholic ones and synagogues around the area.

I've also started feeling some kind of nostalgia recently. And I had never thought I would feel anything like that. But after some time you begin to miss. One good thing is Polish community is well established in London. 2 days ago I went into a bakery to apply for a job as I saw they needed staff. I started talking to one girl, she eventually asks me where I'm from... She was Polish too.;) But damn, I was just passing by and I didn't have my CV with me and it was a down side of it. I left my name and my phone number but the guy fobbed me off, I guess. Too bad.

And shit, how lonely I feel here. The other day I took a train to Tottenham to buy some stronger weed, it seems you have to ask for skunk here to get anything similar in strength to what we've got in Poland. Regular weed is like some weak breed mixed with tea or something... (10 quids / 3g of "tea" thing vs. 30 quids / 1/8th of an ounce of something that blasts you after just one pipe). Oh, and I got to some nice hash from North Africa, it gets you stoned so gradually, really nice. But it's kind of sad to go every day for a few puffs to kill this London depression.

I gotta find some job shortly or I will have to fly back to Poland. And it seems to be getting worse and worse in my motherland.:! I don't want to go back. On the other side seeing how London changes people is also sad.
People made out of wax and foam melting and bubbling, sticky, spiderwebs,
Fluffy people turning into penguins
Watching People disappear and subtract themselves from existence
It was raining when it wasn't
So loud, couldn't hear what people were saying,
Melting
Could see though people
People turning into ghosts
Imaging seeing people I know and talking to them
Hell
Felt burns on my skin
Black ness
I Had to Subtract my self from existence too
Join them
Watching every thing end
Gone
Where the fuck am I
Bottomless hole
Help
Me
Please
Help



Addition signs on the faces of people who would survive
Minus signs on the faces of people who would die
I had a minus sign on my face

Walking so fast, time speeding up
They told me i had to subtract myself and join them, collapse, kill myself, fucking kill me now please just end it all I don't want to suffer through this anymore
Accepting what was about to happen and feeling myself slowly remove myself from existence
Constantly looking for Sarah but couldn't find her, only she could help me, I need Sarah to be safe
Scratches on my arms, the demons and spirits wanted to escape
So dark and alone
so uh.... here goes nothin. have any of yall felt truly hopeless? i certainly do..

i am 21 years old, i just turned 21 on september 22. i am an addict. im not afraid to say it. drugs used to be a whole lot of fun for me. when i was 14, i first smoked weed. that was like MAGIC. since then, for 7 years, i have constantly been wasted. 24/7.
you name it, ive been on it. medical marijuana, schwag, reggies, hydro, xanax, klonopin, vicodin, oxycontin, suboxone, subutex, percocet, cocaine, crack cocaine, crystal meth, beers of all sorts, whiskey, vodka, magic mushrooms, 2ci, 2ce, jimsonweed, datura, strawberry daquiries.......i think you get the point

but the drug ive fallen hardest for is BLACK TAR HEROIN. ive always loved taking opiate pills like vicodins and oxycontins, but opiates were never my thing until i tried HEROIN. i was 18. it blew my mind, and thats a huge understatement. since then ive been hooked. it only took that one time. just once.........



so, for 3 years ive been a junky. a complete junky. now all i know how to do is get $, and of course get high. on a daily basis. on one hand, heroin is my true love. on the other hand, i hate it. hate how it controls every aspect of my life. it tells me where to go, what to do, what to say, you know what i mean? so i hate it and i love it. i wish i'd never done it that first time.

its disturbing how much i like heroin. more than anything. sex, socializing, whatever. fuck that. nothing compares to heroin. its got me. at this point, its not even like i want it. i NEED it.

i find myself thinking my life is over at age 21. that im gona be a hopeless junky for the rest of my life. like the Notorious BIG's album tile, i am Ready to Die. im not afraid to die. the way i see it is, im gona be a junky forever, whats there to live for?

I hope im wrong.
Opiates were the first to show me the blackness of thought. They were a thick dark covering, a comfort and a menace. It was as if it were a parasite who's form of reproduction was to convince me to do more of it thereby proliferating it's future rather than my own. A tool of superfluous value. They served no purpose except to stop my spiritual growth dead in it's tracks. The smiles and the dreams of the nod were why I stayed around. The slapstick happy face with the closed eyes behind which played dark reds and purples.... Visions of my childhood and of flying vehicles who's fuel was sand. The sand was the time I was eating through at an alarming rate, the vehicle was the wide covering I had granted my soul, asleep for the time behind selfish pleasure seeking and isolation.

The stimulant and the empathogen was the caricature. The two dancing fools who's laughter drowned out the sound of my voice. The dance lasted too long, the nights burned on with a sickly blue fire in my mind. The speech erratic and unconcerned, overfamiliar with the new faces and a short falling lie to the old. A confidence fueled by the outpouring of neurotransmitters, the joke cracked and the hours spent an homage to the death of pathways. The forced smile and the convinced blackened eye. The mind reels behind the quickness and the intensity of the peak, the eyes turned into the small windows of slot machines, spinning with de-pitted cherries. The heart eaten and exchanged for the face. The oversweetened delicious caramel of grey matter, burned to taste.

The psychedelic and the entheogen were the window past death. A glimpse beyond our notions of time and experience, the mind manifested in its most immediate form. Instinct acted on without pretension, thought replaced by speech replaced by action. The vision a swirl of Aztec artwork painted in front of the eyes imposed on the mirror of consciousness. All consciousness is self consciousness. The object isn't the object itself but the object in relation to myself. The other isn't the other but the other as it views me. The eyes the window into the soul are incapable of deception, the face grimaced in pain is the purest form of honesty. The truth is only the consistent lie, the plastic is apparent on the factory made packaging of the yuppie reality. The nine to five, the cradle to the grave. A lie we are told from birth is the promise of the greater after death, the man robbed of his mortality moves without haste or urgency. He toils for the tomorrow that only escapes into the next, his eyes forever fixed on the promise to come so that he can't turn back to face the eyes of the slave driver whipping his back. The infuriated tongue held in respect for material wealth, "yes sir, no sir, my apology sir, my condolences sir". The fate of a mans happiness decided by the content of his intellect rather than the color of his collar.

The sleeping pill, the cigarette smoked for a few minutes less of this time in which we burn. The bottle chased to the last drop in search of the man he used to be. The admittance that no matter how we view this world that our minds have defected against us. The television ad that tells us to watch instead of dream, to sleep instead of to rest, to smile instead of to love.
Every once in a while I remember something I did when I was a child. Or something that was done to me by my father or my brother or a cousin, some injury, some humilliation. And it seems like it happened to another person a century or two ago. I'm not really sure of what I remember really took place at all. You can't build your life relying on the perception of a little boy, on the echos of some memory. You got to let all that shit go, you got to start fresh. Every single day you have got to start again.
I guess I'm new to bluelight and blogging. But I was thinking about my fellow man and I realized I have no faith left in mankind,we can't prevail from this reality. In a world of greed and poverty how can I see diffrent picture than the truth. I live in houston
I. See it everyday its allaround me.
And I guesss..its becasse the blue devil is still in my heart.
But its all good I lov
Things are going well. Pets are well, old lady is well, also. I have one week of work before my vacation begins. I am still needing to do shopping for holidays. I am excited about my NYE candyflip experience. I don't really have much to say just wanted a note that all is well. It was not always like this for me.
I promised myself I would leave the previous entry up here without looking at it for a week. I've done that, and now I've come back and read it, and I still think every word is true.

Actually, apart from the poems I've written, it's probably the most truth I've written in a blog.

Now that some time has passed, the screen name I thought he was using has become dormant, and I think either I was kidding myself (although I can't imagine anyone else writes like he does... I just can't...) or he realised I knew it was him and he decided to stop posting.

That same night I sifted through Facebook, Myspace, trying to find out where he was and what he was doing. For whatever reason I couldn't find anything and I think I realised fairly quickly that what I was doing was absolute madness. A total breach of his privacy.

I guess I wanted to know if he was still with her and if he was happy.

Not that I think I could ever win him back. I'm too far gone for that.

I can't wait for Christmas and New Year to be over. New Year was something that he and I shared a few times. The best times. FUCKING HELL I MISS HIM.

This too shall pass. I'm just tired and I'm lonely. There's nothing I can do to change the past.
Right on bébé.

A new post in my blog.

Wut to say? I'm high as a double combo'd cat.

Zis is verry cool. Druughs.

Wat a program.

-to be continued-
I have things on my mind that are eating away at me and I have no idea what to do.. Relationship issues, combatting suicidal thoughts, and other things.. If you want to help or talk or whatever just pm me.
I have no idea what I'm doing and what a blog is, I will read the docs when I'm not stoned. In the meantime I will treat this like my personal scratch pad. In other words, what I write will only be understandable to me.


-water intoxication
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Alcohol is a vicious poison designed to pacify and neutralize the proletariat working class. Deny us access to gabaergics and deny us health insurance, you rotten filthy little animals. Fuck you. Prohibition is like putting out a grease fire with a bottle of shampoo, while paying a bunch of hired thugs to use the same bottle and move onto there next abomination. Took me 6 years of drinking to realize this. There are far superior drugs on the market, you just have to look around. See you through looking glass kids.




This is going on by the way. Can't say I'm opposed.




I'm going to go play in the sun and roll in the grass in the park, reading short stories by kurt vonnegut and ken kesey, drinking water like a madman to replace the oral fixation drinking and smoking cigarettes have caused me. I am now free of both those things. Wellbutrin SR seems to be complimenting my small dose of klonopin significantly.





I'm both happy, productive, and talkative, too talkative some would say. Fuck those some. I have a right to say whatever I goddamn well please.



A woman asked me if two large bags were hers yesterday, waiting in line for a simple haircut a friend was having. She had little broods of failure, which I believe is selfish and wrong, but what can you do.



A simple kind no was my reply, and then a moment later I made a silly little joke about homeland security. "Call them up I said." Unattended bags are dangerous. Don't you realize we're in goddamn war?



Utter flag-sucking nonsense and these nitwits eat it up via 24 hour "news" (balls, I know journalism and that ain't it. Those fuckers should be stripped of their cozy little place in society and thrown to the packs of WORKING POOR like most citizens in this country)like a Chinese buffet gone mad on strong indica strains. She wasn't please with my humor "Call homeland security" I said with a big smile on me face. She looked at me as though I'd told her to wash her cunt out with antifreeze and stick her head in the oven.



Fuck those people. I love and tolerate most everyone and despite my vicious prose that I write, I'm actually undeniably the most kind and courteous person you could run into on the street. I'm broke and 2 steps away from being completely homeless, in title. I've a job now so its different. 6 months I had no such endeavor, yet I saw a woman on the main street here in Lawrence with a sign that said she was homeless. I had 53 cents to my name, dropped it in her can, then talked to her for half an hour. It made me feel good, and I'm sure it made her feel good. Most people don't give a shit about things like that, they're too busy washing their Volvos, watering there stupid grass when theres a goddamn record breaking drought going on, and filling up they're fat pocket books/wallets with evil treacherous garbage. Fuck those people. That's all. See the cat? see the cradle? Ho ho.
Can I take tramadol after 1 mg of klonopin?
hey i was wondering if anybody has heard of a novelty item radiance or sparkle goodluck powder i live in muncie indiana and cannot find it anywhere
I missed doing a hit of Feytanol & vinegar,on the back of my hand.It's blown up like a balloon!Should I be worried & go see a Dr,or will it go down on it's own?Help....
EWell boys and girls he has done it again after ditching a friends wedding as best man. I ran to the spot copped 2gramm shot managed to walk to a pharmacy get some clonaz blacked out lost phone dirty as hell hospitalised conflict at home. Wooah dope rocks. Not! RnR 4 me.
I have mentioned the two stupid Swedes a lot lately. They are the geniuses who moved here and opened up a cyber sex business. The got popped and ended up getting Life. OK, then they tried escaping through a tunnel that began outside the prison but were snitched out as the tunnel reached the jail perimeter wall. Right away they were whisked to a super max facility. Well, yesterday eight guys from that jail they attempted to tunnel out of simply chocked a guard and walked out the front gate, got into a taxi and into the wind. Why make shit complicated?

Of course the easy thing is to simply bribe your way out. Co-incidentally, in Metro Manila, also yesterday, three Chinese Shabu manufacturers (Shabu being the Japanese slang word Filipinos use for smokable methamphetamine) also "broke out" of jail. The jail's CCTV recorded the guard unlocking their cells, handing each man a 45, and the three plus the guard then leaving. Guards here make about 2,600 US a year here. It costs about 120 US to have a person killed so, life here is cheap. I reckon they must have given at least 3 Million Pesos (66,000 US) for that guard to sacrifice his career, and to force him underground the rest of his life...or have someone hold the guard's wife and kids hostage and get out for free.

Anyway, those Swedes just don't understand life here. Digging tunnels and shit? Nah, fuck that. Who wants to wait 5 months and risk discovery? If you don't have the money for a bribe get creative. Cyber sex is a big industry here. Just two weeks ago the police in Cebu City raided a family's home. 3 of the 4 kids, ages 3 to 11 years old, were naked. The 4th, 15 years old, was still dressed, not his turn yet. They performed with their kids, all on each other, yikes. The dumb bitch of a mom begged to be freed swearing that if given a chance she will sell dried fish. Wait, I may have already posted on that arrest, getting old Rachamim!


Setting: Alone in my small apartment, outside is 25C degree, yesterday I did some Modafinil and although it wasn't easy, I was able to sleep like 5 hours during the night. My stomach it's totally empty.

Aim: Get high because of boredom, and also research the recreational and non recreational properties of this NMDA receptor antagonist drug.




11.20am - I took 20mg Ebixa Memantine (2 pills) with some Sprite. The box was purchased just a few minutes ago.

11.45am - It's hot outside. I took 20mg more Memantine and 75mg Pregabalin (1 Lyrica pill) just in case to prevent seizures.

12.00pm - Definitely starting to feel 'something', subtly similar to a micro K dose. I was not thinking in K at all, so I don't think it's placebo. Weird.

12.15pm - While researching for experiences on this stuff, I felt a very subtle high in the awareness of my surroundings. Also I noticed I laughed in front of my computer at some point. This is getting interesting.
Gonna do another 75mg Pregabalin and 2mg Clonazepam.

13.00pm - Lying on my bed listening to Oasis, I was able to feel a subtle sensation of urge to do things (like order my room, play some videogames, and even go outside), and at the same time, a sensation of "feeling good"/"everything it's ok" relax. The music sounded pretty good, definitely better, but this could be because of the Lyrica, Clonazepam, or because of the Modafinil taken yesterday.
I couldn't get any CEVs but I am seeing everything more sharp and detailed, it's a very weird feeling. Gonna take 10mg more Memantine (40mg so far), and try my cognitive abilities playing some Tetris. Last note, although I am a little restless, I am feeling kinda happy.
Again, last note: I am beginning to be extremely focused.

1.50pm - Ok, now, I AM HIGH; as I expected, my performance playing logical games (Tetris, Chess) was very good, I was EXTREMELY focused in the shapes, in the blocks coming, in the next move, in the whole arrange of pieces on the board, etc.
Playing Tetris never was so intense and fun.
My ears are ringing a little and mi vision it's... difficult to describe.. like I have a mild layer of noise, and everything seems even more ... interesting, like, a poster it's not just a poster, but a object of it's own (what did I just wrote??).Well, I am going to try to score some DXM, wish me luck.

4.00pm - A lot happened. I got a call from an interview I had the last week to get a job as a programmer. They want to hire me. Awesome.
Back to the DXM; it was a little far but I was able to get 300mg only DXM syrup.
I felt extremely focused in the street, far from any upper I had taken (Cocaine, Modafinil, Ritalin). Coming home I purchased an orange Gatorade for the electrolytes. And now, I am nicely high. I think the Memantine will potentate ^3 the DXM, so I'm gonna start low with 100mg of DXM.
Wow. Some Clonazepam in my desk in any case.

4.40pm - Did 100mg more DXM.

5.40pm - Feeling reeally good. I have a little headache, but everything else in my body feels good and wooby (wooby?), like walls, chairs, and beds feels like cotton.
Playing Infamous 2 in my PS3 was very fun, cool, and nice, also how the texture of the walls began to move by itself. I'm happy.
I won't take more Memantine until tomorrow (I think) because of the long bioavailability.

6.05pm - Writing it's becoming difficult because of the DXM. My eyes are watered, and I randomly see things with blur. Still the little headache, but feeling fine and happy. Measuring my heart pressure with my finger, I get that my BPM (Heart rate) it's ok. The DXM is coming, and I still have 100mg more to go... I'm pretty sure the Memantine are improving the trip a lot. It's 6.10PM... I can't wait until the night comes.

6.15pm - I GOT AGAIN. The awareness you're outside of the time travel line and you measure you're life and the world year by year. Probably that doesn't make sense. But I got it, an AWESOME feeling of mix between DXM and K.... I'm starting to reeeally enjoy this!

6.30pm - Getting incredible thoughts while playing Infamous 2. Like "this is the best sand box game ever made -> what's a sand box? it has so many meanings... it's an open world, you do what you want with what you have whenever you can -> Does my life resemble a sand box game?"
Summer here, waiting for the night to take the 100mg DXM left.

6.45pm - did 50mg DXM.

7.15pm - I'm nicely high, and prepared to enter uncharted territories. I'm gonna take 10mg Memantine and 250mg Naproxen. I hate summer, it's 7.15pm and still it's all sunny.

7.40pm - Had an interesting conversation with my dad over the phone. I asked him to "get" a box of Clonazepam because I was short of it, and if this trip lasts too long I will need a lot to balance myself for my job tomorrow.
I was able to speak normally and even use advanced dialect, and EVEN remember things from the past that he nor me remembered. This is so awesome... gonna take the last DXM, so, at this point I'm reaching the 300mg.

A day later - I will try to be objective. Memantine is an incredible drug. I "grew up" thinking that opiates was the ultimate drug for the human; I was wrong, I knew I was wrong since I entered into my first K-hole, but in the case of Memantine, the perspective changes totally-

First, It's not Ketamine in pills, in case someone was thinking that; at large doses like I used to did half a year ago (70-120mg) it feels like a very subtle mild Ketamine dose (taken by nose or orally), but the drug stays so much time in your system that you develop a feeling of schizophrenia very soon, and even temporary huge memory loss (like going to cross the street and stay still watching at the semaphore thinking and loop-thinking what was the name of that thing with 3 different colors...), something that scared the hell out of me. (In case you didn't get it, it's not worth it as a Ketamine substitute at all).

Second, It's a wonder drug. It is the best or unique nootropic in some cases, it is not a psychostimulant drug of the phenethylamine class, it's not an Amphetamine. It doesn't raise the BPM a lot like any other upper or "smart drug", it is something cool, and of course, with its consequences: you can't redose like you could with drugs like Adderall, Modafinil, Ritalin, Cocaine, etc; if you go farther than you should, it begins to loop your thinking, not your way of deduce things, you fall into mental inner thoughts that loops, and it's scary. Who knows what could happen in the brain of a Memantine OD? at least you don't have to worry about your heart rate.

Third and last, probably something very important for everyone, it DOES reduce the tolerance to almost every drug. In my case, a lot to amphetamines, moderately to opiates, and little to benzos. But even to benzodiazepines, it's incredible.
This is probably why it's ALSO being tested for generalized anxiety disorder, epilepsy, opioid dependence, systemic lupus erythematosus, depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, Tourette Syndrome, problem gambling, attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), glaucoma,tinnitus, neuropathic pain including Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, pervasive developmental disorders, HIV associated dementia, nystagmus, multiple sclerosis, autism and migraine according to Wikipedia.
It was really wierd the dealers place was set up different from the last time i was there which really worried me as i thought she had moved turns out she was just cleaning up. Anyway she asks the amount i want and i tell her and give her the dough she then did something that was sorta off small talk. This is strange she HATES chippers i dont indulge her though monosyllables do just fine. I notice she is looking unkempt hair undone and cracked lips i want to ask her whats going on but refrain i need to be going. I get to my pad get a bag out of the bundle the vinegar aroma is strong i prep the shot and go for it slowly depressing the plunger jesus its strong 30 units first i savour that and decide against anymore this is OD grade dope the rush is phenomenal the duration is now six hours and going strong. I am thinking that this is the last run im going on unemployment is starting to worry me i need to move from my parents pronto.
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Hey,

I've been thinking about it and I decided that I'd like to apply for the available mod position in Blogs. :)

I don't go on Bluelight as much as I once did, but that's a good thing as I'm much healthier now. Usually I do check in on Blogs and SO daily though and spend between 5 minutes to an hour or more on Bluelight and I live in the US CST. If I was given the position, I would increase the amount of time I spend on the board.

I'd be a good mod because Blogs was my baby and Journal/Blogs has always been my home on BL. I modded both Blogs and Journal alone for years. I also have experience modding Second Opinion and being a senior moderator. I do think that I've helped a lot of people over the years with addiction, suicide, and other issues. I am excited at the idea of working with other people instead of solo. I would also like to encourage more members to use their blogs with more themes and help maintain a close-knit community.

Thanks for your consideration and I hope you're all doing well. :) <3

Kerry
Winnfield! Where did you go? Our love was transcendental. Now I am stuck laughing at old women. Z is sad. K says it's my fault but he is sad as well. Call me? We miss you.
Hello people,,
am new here+this is my 1st blog,,,,dont know what i want to say really,,will just type+see.
After 24 yr;s of on/off heroin/coke/crack addiction i once again find myself on a subutex script,,though am along way from being clean+seriene. apart from 2 3day useups i have not used this yr,,unfortunatly am not jumping for joy about it. I moved to swansea,,wales earlier this yr to be with my partner(never done drugs),,due to my pore mental health i've not been able to get out+i know noone,,at this presant time the only reason im not using is sim0ply down to not having a dealer,,am way to old +been in this mess 4 too long to be asking likely looking suspects on the street (although i have considered it!). The 1st 1/2 of my addiction was spent in counties where gear was of better quality,,cheaper +always available,,now i find myself in a situation that is a first for me,,,heroin hs not found me,,yes,i know i should be grateful about it but im not,,i guess its a case of wanting what i haven'tgot,,after more home detox's than i can remember,,4 clinical ones+2 stints in rehab i have mo ilusions about what exactly i am missing,but have always been of the mind that being clean has to have more benafits than using,,+ at mo im not a happy b unny,,but i do realise that this has alot to do with my mental health being pretty shit at the moment,,but gear has always been the best mediciene for my probs,,very ironic!
This is VERY sad,i realise that,,+ maybe only a long term junkie could possably understand what i'm about to say, but as i believe most long time addicts will agrea,,,,pharmacuticles have no better,,,i sometimes accept that my using days are more or less over,,but i take comfort that if the figure are correct,,the chances of contracting cancer or something simaler,,1 in 4?,that atleast i can take comfort in knowing i wld have shithot drugs! yes i kn ow this is sick,,no need to point it out,,my appolagies to anyone who this affects personaly..i do not intend to offend,,but if i cant be honest,,well whats the point?
I dont drink as have been there,,stopped weed as it dont help my head,,have very recantly come off diazipam after 8yrs,,so am left with 8ml of subutex,,,can anyone relate?
I very much hope to make some friends on here,,,take care+stay safe all,,,
abstant.
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