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Sometimes I feel like I just need to write,
to type,
to simply get away from this overwhelming cloud of emotions we call "Life".
I'm not here to say what's right,
or shine a guiding light,
I'm here merely to layout my mind,
one doesn't have to take the time to read it,
I'm just leavin' it here for reference to the next moment I feel hopeless,
Like there's nowhere to turn, all the exits have caved in and broken.
I just gotta remind myself to always remember there is no end,
I can never fail,
I can never win.
The most I can do is put a stop to this loop,
but what can I do? When all I see is meaningless,
continuous,
repetitive,
what is it to live?
What is it like?
It's been so long since I saw the blue sky.
The clear stars, and the Moon.
Clouds now only blanket with gloom.
But that's ok, I need some rain to wash away the state I feel today.
Then maybe a beam of hope will glisten my way,
and show me what I've done wrong all along,
cease me from singing your chemical, poisonous song,
Toxic lyrics will kill the spirit,
I've gotta find my way back into true music.
Not the loosely tuned excuses used to make my every move.
It's me, or YOU.
and I'm not about to hit the road,
this life is mine, I take control!
You aren't as strong as you think,
I was just being weak, letting you feast on my personality.
but now that I've let you have the best of me,
I'm setting myself free.
I can't have you in my priorities,
There are things in life I take delight in,
and I can't be productive with you eating away at my creativity.
So BE GONE I say,
I'm done singing your song,
this track is mine,
this beat is mine.
You are wrong, and always will be.
Take a hike, cause I'm about to set things right.

This is MY LIFE.~
I just saw my psychiatrist the other day (the 29th) and he doubled my dose of nortriptyline, and lowered my abilify (which I found out can be worse for bipolar people) down to 5mgs from 10mg, however I just quit it all together because I don't like it. I was also put on Flurazepam (or Dalmane as some call it). It has helped me with sleep incredibly as I'm a horrible insomniac. I usually don't sleep much but this medication makes me want to lay down and try and I have been sleeping since I started using it. Note supposedly 30mgs of flurazepam is equal to 10-15mgs of valium, but I have no idea if this is completely true. I tried taking 60mgs of the flurazepam when I first got it - on top of 4mgs of klonopin and I felt pretty sedated which is odd since I can take 30-50mgs of klonopin alone without feeling a thing :( Horrible tolerance unfortunately, I've been on benzo's for over 5 years now and I'm only 21 this year, so I started very young. I have GAD and panic attacks though, plus OCD, ADD, and bipolar. So I think I'll be on benzo's the rest of my life like the doctors have told me. Anyway this is a happy post because I'm doing much better than I have been, plus I have stuff to look forward to this week and I'll update on it once I find out what happens. One thing is a personal goal I'm hoping to achieve and the other is I'm waiting to receive my 2c's and new scale! Ahh... I can't wait!

-Andy
well im locked inside a world of one-ways
not a left turn in sight
im a locked inside the world of one-ways
you know two wrongs dont make a right
well i got to get out of this city
before i get all verklempt
well im locked inside a world of one-ways
three rights, they make a left

im not free
no not me
in the city

locked inside the world of construction
orange flashing lights in my face
well im a locked inside the world of construction
trying to give these guys a break
i got to get out of this city
aint no better time than now
cuz im a locked inside the world of construction
and im starting to feel holier than thou

im not free
as far as i can see
in the city

locked inside the world of law-men
undercover uniform too
cuz im a locked inside a world of johnnys
i guess they just got a job to do
its imperative that i disappear
relocate somewhere far from here
its a one-way construction johnny
elevates my fear

im not free
i have a fee
in the city
1. Psychoanalysis
2. Religion
3. Law
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Prohibition = ♀hanathos

Psychoanalysis

Reality is comedy. The talent that is required in order to laugh is to realize reality is an illusion. Demonstrating the illusion is best done by positioning it as a fiction. The author of the illusion is two hands that simultaneously craft itself. This we call God. God however is insane, and has two temperaments, feminine & masculine. Reading the meta-narrative of God reflects within the reader the nature of God, and the nature of self. If an enemy attacks you in the story and your nature is violent oriented instead of justice oriented then your violent nature puts the right hand in motion as the left hand contemplates. You are always compelled to act reading the story of God, but your actions always reveal your inner nature. Free choice offers you a glimpse at your nature. When there is a Crisis which brings Strife free choice presents the alternative; Love & Stability. This is the comedy, if reality were an illusion then we would have Love & Stability. For it is the powerless who have the keys that drive from Strife to Love. Out of darkness comes light.

Religion

The name of God. God is and can be many things. Of the most useful names She goes by is community, of the worst He goes by money. The power of God is simply unimaginable and infinite. At worst God is self-obsessed which is a kind of Randian notion. At best He is selfless, She sends her only son to be written in history in the greatest comedy known to man. She gives herself to die and be reborn as the Holy Spirit; Community. The Christian notion implies the more power you have the more of yourself you owe to the Spirit of the new epoch. Your epoch is best reflected by the community's Art & Music. Which do we live in now?* Those in power make art driven solely by free choice which I think up until now has been a comedy. Women can't see their own beauty and men have become usurers. Those who have power are often faced with the question of their nature. Are you Christ? Or do you propose that you are God? Power is best viewed as a drug which can best be viewed as a single papaver somniferum flower. Would you use your power to strike down the budding flower to milk the essence of power? If yes you have chosen the mask of God. Or would you let the flower mature and bloom colors that are natural to it? Creating a wealthy canvas through which to exercise your power by which you enable it to grow onto itself, molding it in your image?
This is the Trinity, God sacrificing Son and becoming the Holy Spirit. Having a Kingdom on earth means we must cast out individualism in dire hopes of resolving duality. We must start our heavenly descent from the mountain of Randian thought and enter into the valley of our shadow and choose death. So that we may, "Come to be and pass away disassociating".

Law

1 Timothy 2:12, "I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet." One would assume this law to be a slip of the tongue or at best meant to be comedic. We have now women whom teach, yet there remains this notion. Which is we should not let the feminine traits usurp the masculine. The wise and just should not hold the reigns of dominance and violence. Passiveness therefore should be prohibited, it shouldn't be allowed to infect the multitude. This is what that quote truly means. However the masculine is needed to draw what the left hand contemplates, there needs to be action. A project must come to its conclusion. This is why law is important. It is the barrier between reality and illusion. To transcend a law is to turn the page of history. In all of history the law against marijuana has been obscenely comical. Marijuana has immense creative potential, in its feminine form it becomes the perfect symbol for the Timothy quote;
A silenced female teacher
Yet we prohibit it, in fact make war against it! Showing us our true nature. There is no reason for it to be prohibited, the fact it is prohibited shows us our folly. The facts of marijuana is it's harmless for adults. The penalties of prohibiting it are so vast you would exhaust yourself knowing it was done in your name. It is we the willing and able, politicians, teachers, people of business, police, firemen, lawyers, who must turn the page. For it is we who accept the law as comedy, instead of realizing the true horror of prohibition to be God's own tragedy!

As a Christian lesbian I say to you, comrades, grow laterally.
What's up BL.

So last time I checked in here I had just come out of a brutal detox..well... I started using again. (Shocker I know). Went on a pretty serious bender for months shooting a lot of coke and dope and loosing a lot of people I love.

But, I'm sober now..back on the suboxone finally after having a hellish time transitioning from the dope. So I feel good..psychically..But mentally... I'm lost. It feels like the walls in this city are closing in around me, like I can't breath. I need to get out of here, maybe go out to LA for a while and decompress.. Though my girl's not going to like that.

By the way, my crazy junkie model ex-girlfriend is coming back into town. :\ Needless to say I'm not excited to have to see her and relive all the pain we caused each other while being parasites to one another's lives.

So, right now I want to give the whole city the finger and say "so long fuckers"... But I know I'll be back. I bleed NYC. It's in my veins and it's where I belong, even if sometimes it's the loneliest place in the world.

-Scagnattie
Okay so in the past few days I've moved into a new place, got a raise and a bunch of overtime, got a staff infection, got kicked out of my new place, and now I have to give a two weeks notice at my job hopefully find temporary shelter and move to another state in 14 days. FUCK! At least I can stay where I'm at for today.

Anyway I gotta get moving on.
Anxiety manifests itself in different ways under different names (eg. PTSD). For me, it was never bad enough that I couldn't function without medication, but it was bad enough to alter my behaviour and actions. I was prescribed bad ideas like SNRIs and benzos; drugs that have an effect on the neurotransmitters for dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine. As it turns out, pharma drugs aren't the only solution for 'chemical imbalances in the brain'.

When I started working out regularly, I also began supplementing with a whey protein powder that contains lots of amino acids. Aside from the BCAAs that are known for their role in muscle-building, there was also stuff like arginine, glutamic acid, lysine, phenylaline, tyrosine, tryptophan, etc. I began to realize that when I took a dose of this stuff in the morning, it would convert the shitty feeling of nervous anxiety into a sort of happy energy that made the day go by a lot easier. All these extras have a role in the neurotransmitter activity that ties into anxiety.

Arginine and lysine -
An L-lysine deficiency has been shown to increase stress-induced anxiety in humans (Ghosh 2010; Smriga 2004). L-lysine binds to a serotonin receptor, acting as a serotonin antagonist by inhibiting serotonin reuptake in the synapse (Smriga 2003). When presented with a stressful situation, supplementation with L-lysine and L-arginine reduced anxiety in human subjects (Jezova 2005; Lakhan 2008; Smriga 2007).

Glutamic Acid (Glutamate) -
GABA, a neurotransmitter made from the amino acid glutamate, can be taken in the form of a dietary supplement. GABA is the chief inhibiting, or calming neurotransmitter in the brain, functioning as a brake on the neural circuitry during stress. Low GABA levels are associated with restlessness, anxiety, insomnia and a poor mood. (Nemeroff 2003; Kendell 2005; Kugaya 2005).

Tryptophan, tyrosine and phenylaline -
Insufficient intakes of L-tryptophan, L-phenylalanine, or L-tyrosine are associated with increased symptoms of anxiety (Hood 2010; Toker 2010; Beacher 2010; Roiser 2008). Supplementation with L-tryptophan or 5-hydroxytryptophan (5-HTP) has been shown to elevate brain serotonin levels and enhance both mood and one’s sense of well being (Hood 2010; Toker 2010; Feurte 2001).

How amino acids differ from the typical herbal solutions to anxiety is that they positively affect the action of dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine and GABA instead of focusing exclusively on GABA. The issue, I've found, with GABA agonists is that they make me tired and that can rebound and wind up anxious feelings even more in situations that call for quick mentals. There's also the fact that many anxiety sufferers refuse to give up coffee despite how severely too much of it can trigger anxiety. All signs point towards the conclusion that being tired sucks the most, but that's the effect that GABA agonists will produce on their own. And so, balance is necessary.

ps. a GABA agonist before bed is helpful as getting good sleep is also key to reducing overall anxiety. I find lemon balm tea to be great for this as it produces restful sleep without the hangover effect of chamomile.

Everything in quote tags was taken verbatim from here, some cross-referencing was done.
NSFW:
Like a microscope as itclearly shows what I get off on when I see the needle open me up. That is something out of my league as I can sense the sexual undertone of another needle twisted fuck. :!
NSFW:
%) Notice the sick sound effects of a needle going thorugh skin that I used for the audio. 8)
Hiya peeps!

I hope you're all doing good... Right, I used to write all this BS stuff on Facebook which I presumed bored my friends list to tears.... I thought I'd blog it for my own entertainment. I'm not even sure what I'm going to write but hay ho let's going with the flow here...

I often wonder what is reality,
Is it everything is truly touch, feel, hear and see?
I often wonder what is reality,
Is it more, so much more than our own individual autobiography?

When I walk and walk and walk
I feel what's around me, feel it and connect it with my internal talk
Feel the air between my fingers, amongst my skin
Do others feel this, have the same perspective, are they akin?

Like the Matrix, is the our reality keeping us blind,
Why are some of us curious but others; they're either oblivious or simply don't mind
There was a book, it discussed existential phenomenological, questioning the truth of our reality
Discussed things such as object-perception; what is truly happening when we lift to our lips, a mug of coffee?

When we dream, are we dreaming or really awake,
When we're awake, is this but a dream; by thinking we're awake we've made simple, yet complex mistake
What is reality?
Is it social, individual or unsolved mystery?

Evey 27/06/2014

During my childhood I'd often think. Thinking was relaxing, thinking was a journey, thinking was peaceful, thinking was adventurous but most of all thinking was truly MINE! I'd think so many thoughts, lots of them. There'd be so many questions, so many answers, drifting in and out of my mind... like my mind was a mine, a mine full of many different tunnels, the coal - well that was the many thoughts and the digger--- well that was I, I'd dig in and out, many a time to try and seek out whatever thought was appropriate for whatever particular moment.

One particular night - I started pondering, thinking about God and about the universe, about death, about existence, about what was beyond. The thoughts lead me to fear.... but fear is fear of the unknown. As I am aware death is to not exist (my faith - Christianity has me believes there's more, there's a heaven, no one truly dies - one still exists but in a different place, a different dimension, in a different way - one does this is one believes in Christ and accepts him as the lord, if not one is comdemed to Hell), though not sure of Hell. Hell is on Earth. No not with fire etc - but all this suffering, heartache, pain, misery it must be (but then that's the opposite of what truly is - something I wholeheartedly and PASSIONATELY believe in - everything is opposite but one of the same - will discuss that later or another time), disregarding the Christian belief that I have been drawn towards - as a child I would think of death, worry about it, fear it, obsess over it - as a consequence of stories on the News. For that reason, five years ago, I made a decision that I would NO LONGER listen to the news on the TV or radio and no longer read a newspaper. This was due to the negative impact they had on my life---and mental wellbeing. I have not gone back on that decision since.

Back to where I was, I would wonder how it was not to exist; not to feel, not to think, not to sense, not to remember.... And the idea terrified me, literally TERRIFIED me. I thought of the universe and what was beyond.... in the similar vein to how I'd see a passing field, as a child, and wonder what was beyond that, and beyond that, and beyond that.... and on n on n on... Are there more universes? Are there parallel universes? Are there, what we call "aliens" beyond? If so, what are they like? Why are so many of us such ignoramuses that we assume we are the only ones - and that we are most clever? Surely that is pure arrogance?! If I was to stand in front of a stadium full of people and announce I was more intelligent, superior, stronger - than any of them there, in-fact than anyone in the country, no in fact than anyone in the world, no in-fact than anyone in the universe or in ALL of the universes - I would assume that most people would shout me down calling me arrogant, along with a whole load of other names - so thus why is it acceptable that we assume ourselves to be superior?

Ahhhhh think I've wrote enough for today.... Going to chill out.

Nos Da,

Evey xxxx
I'm really tired of waking up with this morning anxiety, but it's hard to avoid given what's going on and that every day recently has been an onslaught of constant action all involving survival seriousness. I know comparing myself to others is pointless but I can't help but notice people I know flying past me on the road to personal progress and development while I remain in the dust, struggling with things like money and career. I'm beginning to question my place in the world again, if I'll ever get to that place where I'm okay with my lot in life. Poverty really stinks and so does lack of mobility. They're both things that can be changed, it just feels like I am climbing a big mountain this year.

It's not even because of drugs anymore. I've been clean for months... and in the absence of that, I am stuck with all that has been avoided. Being anxious, panicked, depressed, and frequently suicidal in a place where support resources are low has been really challenging. Human connection has never been more important than ever and I'm trying my best to keep it all together. Unfortunately, people can only do so much to help... I see it in their eyes, that courteous earnestness that eventually becomes having to turn away. People don't want to be reminded of their own unresolved inner work, and also I'm sure it's just not the greatest to be around a depressed person all the time.

The scary part of all this is that this is a hill I seem to be climbing alone and no one can really help me with it, deep down. People are islands of comfort and reassurance, but they can't stand with me as I face myself and the tasks ahead. It's something I have to own up to... and in that, there is no remedy for the loneliness. When the sheer terror began, I was trying to reach out for anyone I could to keep me company, so that I didn't feel like death was so near... which is so unlike me, being an introvert who has been alone for years. Now I realize I was just trying to cope. I thought I had dealt with these fears of death before, having almost died so many times now. But it's clear to me that this is a new kind of fatality in the making, even though I'm not 100% sure of the form it's taking on. It's the death of what I thought mattered (and I truly, sincerely believed it did). It's scary having those internal structures whittled away at by burgeoning awareness that it either no longer serves a purpose or it was total delusion in the first place. There's no comfort for me now, no refuge, no hiding. I am terrified.

Gradually, incrementally, I am coming to accept that this year I might die. And maybe that's okay. I've made a good go of it up until now, done a lot, realized a hell of a lot more, and met a lot of nice people. I would like to see the story continue, especially where new love is concerned... but those feelings of hope are countermanded daily by a deep seated fear that maybe I don't really belong here, and nothing is mine anyway. I would rather die than live a mediocre life where there is no sense of connection, no sense of family or belonging, no companionship and partnership, no tenderness, no love, no hope. I can see the emptiness in every moment, the utter meaninglessness. I thought this was supposed to feel liberating? Why do I feel so saddened by it then? It feels like the void... I stare into it, and it stares back, reminding me that nothing is real. I don't really know how to be with this information. It's almost a step too far. But at the same time... give me freedom or give me the bridge. I can't handle being on this fence anymore.
Favorite song?

[video=youtube_share;aXAU4MmMIMo]http://youtu.be/aXAU4MmMIMo[/video]
Favorite album?
Ronnie James Dio

http://youtube_share;B0zMFN6bMlo]http://youtu.be/B0zMFN6bMlo[

Favorite live performance?

When something comes together it is great.
Mike Ness and Bruce Springsteen doing Bad Luck
http://youtube_share;2OxZ3zdon-k]http://youtu.be/2OxZ3zdon-k

At Woodstock 99, I was in heaven cuz I was really into Kid Rock then and always into CCR. So when he did Fortunate Son, I was happy as a clam. My friends teased me, but so what.
http://=youtube_share;XX74TLYT_gw]http://youtu.be/XX74TLYT_gw

Discussion of any off shoot projects from members of the band?

Mike Ness has a covers project. I love his country covers. I don't like
modern country, but the old stuff is great.
I also will put their appearance on a radio show "Storytellers" with Social Distortion

I fought the law
http://youtube_share;cJB-AzHysoA]http://youtu.be/cJB-AzHysoA
Gamblin Man
http://youtube;TrNrp-dNUpM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrNrp-dNUpM&list=PL71D30294E01FD86B&feature=share&index= 2
Storytellers 1
http://youtube_share;_oph2INT4Rc]http://youtu.be/_oph2INT4Rc
Storytellers 2
http://youtube_share;un3vdoBSES8]http://youtu.be/un3vdoBSES8

Recommendations of similar artists?

I love The Dropkick Murphy's and Flogging Molly - Makes you want to drink green beer
Hard to Believe Fastway formed Flogging Molly

Cadence to Arms/Do or Die
http://youtube_share;f23ENPznbN4]http://youtu.be/f23ENPznbN4

The Devil's Dance Floor
http://youtube_share;TSwaVvF7rdU]http://youtu.be/TSwaVvF7rdU
Hiya Peeps!

Hope you're all doing well and looking forward to the weekend. I think I'm going to get back into this blogging lark - it's been awhile since I've blogged on a regular basis but I once joined a blogging site and it was nice to blog and reflect on things.

I've noticed that the last few months I've felt somewhat angry towards others - and through thinking today, I am starting to see that, that anger is towards myself. I am angry at me for not doing certain things right, for appearing silly and what-not and thus I aim that anger outwards. I realize that this is something I need to address. When I start to feel angry I need to ask myself *Who is it that I am angry with here - joe blogs - or myself* Why am I feeling angry and so forth.

hahahaha... when I talk of anger I make myself sound a violent or aggressive person, to which I am neither. I detest violence and I really don't like aggressive behaviour - it frightened me. My anger is more "verbal" or if online "written," I guess. A close family member once told me that they didn't know what to say to me because I can change moods really suddenly - I can be happy one minute and then someone says something I can switch to moody. I should look at this. At the time, I simply laughed it off as complete nonsense. But I'm starting to think that there may be some truth in it. Maybe I should start writing a diary again? I did have a diary for years and years and year, collected them all n stuff but for some reason I just did not buy one this year. Or write some poems again. I wrote for years - not saying that any of my poems were good or anything, really they're just verses but it's a way of dealing with my thought processes and is relieving somehow. I can't just write a poem whenever though, I have to write it when I "feel it," if that makes sense. If I am not feeling it, I just get frustrated and end up giving up - when I feel it - I write, but this is often done whilst listening to some type of music that I like.

I think that I'd also like to explore my belief system again. I regard myself as a Christian because I believe in God and because I believe that Jesus is the son of God, but I do have, somewhat conflicting beliefs. I question the possibility of reincarnation, I'm interested in mediumship and well as spiritual guides - and particular like the idea of astral projection. When I was 9 years old - I once had a weird, what I remember as an evil moment, experience. I was lying in bed with the light on and then opened my mouth, I started vibrating but was paralysed for what seemed like an eternity, it was around a minute, maybe two. After this, I'd often lie awake at night, fearing that it would happen again, I had re-experienced it over the years, a few times during my sleep - then I'd wake up. It was like some evil force had come over me. I have since talked to people about this in spiritual sites - and was told that I may have been about to astral travel - but the body had become confused resulting in this experience. I have glimpse of my childhood at night where I'm roaming around and I am unsure as to whether I actually physically moved around or astral travelled. That may sound silly but I do have slight glimpse of events in the past - please don't ask me to try and explain because I really m unable to.

I've also had prophetic dreams. They were about nothing major in particular but personal events within my life. For instance, Christmas Day 1994, I dreamt that that two family members fell out the following Boxing day. There were no details apart from their faces diagonally to one another - the messages were all, telepathic, I suppose. But the following year it happened exactly and that frightened me. In 1999, I dreamt that I was pregnant with a child named ******, (for obvious reasons I won't say the name here). I felt the pregnancy and woke up literally feeling pregnant, I was so real and vivid I just cannot explain how real that dream was. That happened ten years later, the pregnancy I mean. The questions is - was I drawn to her name because the dream told me to or was it a prophetic dream of future events?

Some prophetic dreams were not nice and I started to feel like I was getting warnings. Sometimes, I'd even have thoughts "a feeling/ a hunch," if you like - that something was about to happen. I'd have this bad, airy feeling that would just NOT go away. I've had that before my parents had a burglary, days before my cat, Black, died, and all sorts of things. I'm interested to hear from any of you as to what experiences that you may have had, let's say "out of the ordinary."

I begged God a few years ago to make it all stop, the prophetic dreams I mean - and they have. I've had one in a long time. I've had some vivid dreams and by what I've read can be a side affect of suboxone (another question is, is it a side affect of suboxone or do I just think that because that's what I've read?) but nothing that gives me any indignation of the future. Dreams are fascinating things though.

I'm read a book at mo that says we're all dreaming 24/7 evening when we're awake - it's a dream. Quite interesting stuff.

Well I'd better be off.... Wishing you all good health and a lovely day / night wherever you are.

Evey
Hiya Everyone,

I hope you're all doing OK. I once advised someone, who was having a lot of grief from others, not to defend themselves - that it would only make matters worst. However, in this I feel that, not to "defend myself" per se but to "set the record straight."

First off - I love helping people. Helping people makes me feel ace inside, I feel good, knowing that I am somehow, making a difference, and if I can in any way, I will do. I came here to get support for my addiction and to help others in return.

I found out today that someone who was a friend has had me on ignore for months. This is precisely the reason why I tell people that they are on ignore - not to create drama, as I've often been accused, but so they don't waste time PMing me / posting to me and wonder why I'm not responding to them. Anyway, as I wasn't aware of this I jumped to conclusion - sent the person an angry E-mail to hear what he really thought of me. Would it not have been better to have tried talking to me or at least telling me that I was on ignore - so I knew where I stood? Apart from a silly argument I thought we were friends - because I wasn't aware of his feelings and him putting me on ignore I jumped to the conclusion that he was acting superior over me and acting very ignorant as I had spent time sending him PMs and posting to him just to find out I was on ignore - I could have spent time doing something else.
So that's misconception 1 - I tell people for on ignore FOR THEM believe it or not.

I do not feel sorry for myself or "want sympathy." I have a lovely home, a lovely daughter, an ace, supporting family, live in one of the decent countries where the weather is not to harmful ie hurricanes, earthquakes etc. Yes I've a visual impairment HOWEVER, believe it or not I am thankful for it. If I had not had it, I would not have met the people I have met; people with various disabilities; I would not have gone on weekly horse riding lessons, I would not have gone on the horse-riding holidays where we stayed in a bungalow, learnt how to clean the tac, the horses, ride hours and hours over the great, green hills and had BBQs in the evenings as well as various trips that were planned. I'd not have empathy towards others with physical, sensory or mental health disabilities, would not be the person I am today. It has taught me a lot about myself and I feel that I am extremely lucky. Because there are people out there with no limbs at all, with cancer, other terminal illnesses, people living in third word countries. So no I don't feel sorry for myself for being partially-sighted. The only reason that I mentioned it was because in EADD, we tend to have a lot of debates - using external sources - such as Google etc. I wanted to explain that it takes me longer to read these and sometimes I don't want to as it makes me feel tired. Again, NOT self-pity. Just stating the obvious. If a person states that they are not able to walk 100 metres, are they feeling sorry for themselves or merely stating a fact about their predicament? This is what I was trying to achieve. I also stated the name of my eyesight condition, AGAIN, not to feel sorry for myself but so that people could research it themselves and gather some sort of understand as to what I was explain to them. Questions such as "How do you type?" are ignorant and show the person to be an ignoramus. Most people with a sight issue can type A LOT better someone without. This is because we learn TOUCH-TYPING. When posting I often fail to notice spelling / grammar errors, thus why my posts often get edited a lot by myself - again NOT self-pity, just simply stating a fact. To be honest, I wish I'd never mentioned it now. I've noticed similar reactions in other places but expected it to be different here. Not starting anything here - just stating a point.

Mentioning phoning / texting individuals
I do this because I've low self-esteem. I also find it extremely difficult to accept criticism because I've low self-esteem. (I've been told that lots of addicts struggle with this, been told this by addicts themselves, who have tried helping me with this issue....) So when someone phones me I feel ace about it and tend to go on about it. I know it's silly, but that's why I do so. I honestly, DO NOT do it for any other reason apart from that I probably shouldn't but it is in no way, a way of stirring / causing drama in any way.

Anyway - I hope this has put the record straight with a few things. I love it here and I love all the friends I've made here. I've faults, as I have admitted in the past - like jumping to conclusions and losing my temper - but I don't like arguing with people, I much prefer it to get along with people, to help one another - have a laugh and also feel passionate about the newcomers here to the site and wish to help them settle into the site

Evey
Robert E. Kahn and Vint Cerf

Robert E. Kahn was born December 23rd, 1938
Vint Cerf was born June 23rd, 1943
I walked in my door and the timer for the oven went off. My chicken was done. I had been to the gym to shower, while it cooked. I go to the gym to shower because the painters painted my bathtub wrong, and every time I shower here it makes me sick, from fumes, still months after I moved in. So I go there.

Pulling in the parking space outside, the track ended-- The track "My Little Universe", by Depeche Mode. "My Little Universe is expanding". The time was 4:44, according to the clock on the dash.

Getting home from work, before, another song- "Angel" ended as I parked.

At the gym, I saw a very mixed fellow, who works there every morning. He is Black, White, "Puerto Rican", and maybe something else. I reflected, again, on my seeming feelings against Whites disappearing into others, and I feel I misunderstand myself. I like this guy. I like another guy, named Byron, who I used to work with, who is Black and White. It's not that I hate people. Or have strong feelings, of wanting them out. Especially not in the U.S. I started a thread earlier, about "White Genocide", in which I talked about how so many brown colored people are entering Europe, and how they are on a course to outnumber the natives, potentially. I posted images of projections of the "average" American (I think it was), in 2050, and they were all mixed. Everyone mixed. All races. My problem with this was that they were all mixed into White. White with them. And white was gone. Meanwhile, the roots of those that mixed in, are still there, in the native countries, where the roots of Whites, are gone.

I still have a problem, I guess, with that. I do.

But I don't hate people, really. I don't exclude that guy- Nito, who works at the gym, or others. I find mixes interesting, to be honest. But I don't want everyone mixing. I don't want whites to be gone.

I also viewed pictures of "blond haired blue eyed" Iranians/Persians/Afghanis. These were in my reflection/on my mind. It was interesting to me, how closely I "relate" to the faces. It is said that Alexander the Great's armies left these genes in these regions, potentially... But it's also been said that they were naturally more White, and that Arabs, with Muhammad's armies, added to the genes in Persia, Afghanistan, etc. It is just interesting, to see "White" genes survive, for so long, in these areas, if they are in fact from Alexander the Great's armies. They look Iranian/Pakistani... But they look European. Kind of like how you can look at a child and see both the mother and the father, and some can only see one or the other, sometimes, but I see both. And, I can accept them. "White" doesn't really... Matter. It does, but it doesn't. I guess it depends on the mix... But then I'm wrong about that, too.

I don't know. I just don't want Hate. "My little universe is expanding" reflected my once again "acceptance", of others, and finding likeness, in other places.

I still feel the same about Europe, though. I feel some borders are good.
Yo Peeps!!!!

I'm gutted man, was looking forward like allll day to tucking into a nice Magnum Infinity; chocolate n caramel flavour.... oh the hoy, oh Heaven! Bliss! Delight! Journey into luscious chocolate, into fatness, and into I don't careness because this is my gorgeous, chocolately, heavenly moment.... oh yes, yes, yes let's go..... Into the fridge.... ahhh yes, the Go into the fridge and where the hell is my damn Magnum infinity, man?! My Goodness the world has just ended.... No, No, NO!!!! Destraught... need serious consoling here innit... hahahahahaha Oh mannnnnnnnnnnn, lol

Anyway how's everyone doing? I'm chilling here with a nice glass of wine.... Sun has been shining all day, got good family, people who care for me.. What more could a girl want, eh?! Have like such a beautiful garden out ther...... Shittttttttt I've forgotten to water the damned flowers, trees n stuff! Ahhh they'll keep... Got some good plums growing, some blackberries, apples, raspberries.... Is gna be a good September this year....

......Ahhhh bliss! I can't WAIT until the Autumn.... I LOVE the Autumn, I love Winter! Being lovely n cosy n stuff! Drinking hot chocolate, heating on, knowing 'tis cold outside but 'tis lovely, warm n cosy instead.... Canna beat it, But one canna beat nature either! Summer is like an open, hot summer's day - everything's alive, everything's so open, so free, so OUT-THERE, windows open, people talking, animals walking, plants thriving, children out play, happy, free and singing.... Everything being watered, people trying to fit in everything they could....

Oh I love life, life is what one makes it, life is free, life is a struggle, but make of that what it want, we embrace it like a gracious cuddle.

Take care ya'all. Sorry for my BS... waffling and stuff, just fancied doing a blog innit!

Goody day to all.

Now time for a garlic-breaded chicken butty! Well ya gotta compensate somehow, eh... Was traumatising not having that magnum I've looked forward to all day y'know hahahahahaha

Love yah!

Evey
Up for a little trivia? Why don't you test your drug knowledge with a video game I made called "Name That Drug!" See if you can guess the drug on the screen before the name scrolls across the page. Get 27 out of 27 right and I'll consider you a Master of Illegal Narcotics! If you do well, post your score in the comments. Have fun! :)

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