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Never Knows Best said:
Monk and Coltrane, strong coffee, anthology of classic haiku....if I had a cigar or a psychedelic and a cigarette, this moment would be sublime. As it is, my sadness is made sweet. Kinda like seeing the reflection of the mo on in a puddle on the street after the rain.
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I'm wearing a tie dye sublime shirt after Halloween, ah well the Tiedye revolution begins now! with music!
 
deez bitchez love llamaz
i iz for real mentioned in dat song
my mane chief beef
never we should drink 211
and listen to shit like dis
 
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^We would have a great time at that, llama.

More DXM (the benzos made me do it, no I'm not taking more than I should, but I still blame them). Totally forgot I have a dr.'s appointment early tomorrow morning, I'd put off the experience but I've already took the first 1/3rd of my dose, so I shall press on. And hopefully not be too off in the morning, lol.

Be back soon, y'all better be social tonight, PDers. :X Or else. <3

edit: So What's going on with everyone. How's life? Where have you been in this human existence? Where are you going, or would you like to be, or will likely be?

edit:edit:Next day retrospective: I got lost in the bathroom again. Twice! I went in the first time to try to go pee, but urinary retention due to drugs ruined that, so I just sat on the toilet and completely forgot what the fuck was going on. I ended up on the bathroom floor for a while, would stand up, but the complete unfamiliarity of the bathroom I was in made me afraid to leave, I finally tried the door to the hall, but what do I see but another bathroom! I went out into the (hall) bathroom, and turn to look in a room and what is it but a third strange bathroom. I retreat to the first one and get in the tub. But I see it is on top of a pile of tubs and showers, and here I am, a woman all alone in a never ending bathroom universe. Would I have to clean toilets for a living? What if someone finds me? Wait, aren't I a guy, I put my hand down my pants to check my gender, the result: inconclusive. Don't know how long I stayed in there but eventually went back out into the hall, look into what should be my bedroom but is really a bathroom with a huge jacuzzi in the center (darn bathrooms were always changing shape and furnishings) and get in there and listen to more music.

Decide to try to pee again, and make it to the real bathroom, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing but I do manage to use that porcelain thing successfully. Lost in bathroom for a while. I got out, through a second bathroom and try to go into what should be my room but is full of metal pipes and strange machinery, decide it must be the wrong room, but looking down the hall I see what might be the living room and figure this is the right the place, I flip a light switch, see that it is indeed my room, shut off the lights and hop under the blankets to vegetate until sanity is regained.

And that's not even getting into the earlier parts of the trip that were more zany and difficult to remember, anyway, seems dissociative effects are waning with tolerance and deliriant effects becoming more prominent. CPM is the devil. But dammit, it's so fascinating.
 
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Never Knows Best said:
^We would have a great time at that, llama.

More DXM (the benzos made me do it, no I'm not taking more than I should, but I still blame them). Totally forgot I have a dr.'s appointment early tomorrow morning, I'd put off the experience but I've already took the first 1/3rd of my dose, so I shall press on. And hopefully not be too off in the morning, lol.

Be back soon, y'all better be social tonight, PDers. :X Or else. <3

edit: So What's going on with everyone. How's life? Where have you been in this human existence? Where are you going, or would you like to be, or will likely be?

edit:edit:Next day retrospective: I got lost in the bathroom again. Twice! I went in the first time to try to go pee, but urinary retention due to drugs ruined that, so I just sat on the toilet and completely forgot what the fuck was going on. I ended up on the bathroom floor for a while, would stand up, but the complete unfamiliarity of the bathroom I was in made me afraid to leave, I finally tried the door to the hall, but what do I see but another bathroom! I went out into the (hall) bathroom, and turn to look in a room and what is it but a third strange bathroom. I retreat to the first one and get in the tub. But I see it is on top of a pile of tubs and showers, and here I am, a woman all alone in a never ending bathroom universe. Would I have to clean toilets for a living? What if someone finds me? Wait, aren't I a guy, I put my hand down my pants to check my gender, the result: inconclusive. Don't know how long I stayed in there but eventually went back out into the hall, look into what should be my bedroom but is really a bathroom with a huge jacuzzi in the center (darn bathrooms were always changing shape and furnishings) and get in there and listen to more music.

Decide to try to pee again, and make it to the real bathroom, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing but I do manage to use that porcelain thing successfully. Lost in bathroom for a while. I got out, through a second bathroom and try to go into what should be my room but is full of metal pipes and strange machinery, decide it must be the wrong room, but looking down the hall I see what might be the living room and figure this is the right the place, I flip a light switch, see that it is indeed my room, shut off the lights and hop under the blankets to vegetate until sanity is regained.

And that's not even getting into the earlier parts of the trip that were more zany and difficult to remember, anyway, seems dissociative effects are waning with tolerance and deliriant effects becoming more prominent. CPM is the devil. But dammit, it's so fascinating.
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i fear for your kidneys
 
^Thank you for your concern sir, but they're operating just fine at the moment. And I predict no problems in that department any time soon, perhaps some mild reversible serotonergic brain damage, from my previous reading. But benzos are neuroprotective, aren't they? Not that it matters.

Nothin' but blue skies~
 
DXM is already bad for your kidneys, CPM on top of it is really bad. i know you're not quite using daily, but still -- scary stuff imo.

and this is coming from someone that once drank 6 bottles of Robitussin Max.
 
thenightwatch said:
DXM is already bad for your kidneys, CPM on top of it is really bad. i know you're not quite using daily, but still -- scary stuff imo.

and this is coming from someone that once drank 6 bottles of Robitussin Max.
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All right, I'll keep it in mind. It's just the complete lack of nausea and twice the DXM per dollar factor are making the CPM containing variety very appealing at the moment. That and the fact that the delirium seems to negate the need to raise dosage to maintain otherworldliness and life-substitute value. Mostly it's giving me something to do during this interminable waiting.

roger said:
dxm feels like what robots would drink

if robots got drunk
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How does the robodrunk robot see, darkly or clearly?

TAC said:
Why does he drink so much?
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Haha, been there done that. Nowadays I've only been having two beers at game night, so totally healthy as far as that goes.....And now I'm watching all this guy's videos. Good stuff.
 
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^Not so, there have been moments where the waiting stopped and things happened. But I guess that gets into my ideas of meaningfulness, and you know when meaningful things happen. Dazzling, shining moments. Those are what guide people through life, I think, give you a path and a point of reference, but some people can't believe in the bright moments unless they're right in front of them. Then they stare at the brightness so hard the rest of the world is forever dimmed. And you just gotta bring the clear light into your life and things will be all right, but the more you stare the less and less of the world around you that you can see, and one day that light too starts to fade. You look around to see what else there is, but there's only darkness, so you hold on to the ever dimmer light, until it's just a dying flicker on the horizon, in an endless void. So then you go sober not into the daylight, but into a midnight world, and stumble around in the dark hoping that one day the sun will rise...

That has nothing to do with waiting, and was more like a description of addiction that I've been working on, I've been wanting to shoehorn it in somewhere. But don't frighten me with the idea of existence as waiting.
 
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i'm cool with the idea of existence as waiting
as long as i don't run out of coffee or weed
that's when shit gets serious

my spiritual needs are uncomplicated
 
Waiting for employment, a decent social life, intimacy, direction, meaningfulness...yeah waiting is no good for me.

Now I used to be able to enjoy it somewhat, just say, things'll come when they come and enjoy myself in the meantime, but less and less as the years go by. I can still enjoy some good literature and poetry, I suppose, but the emptiness has outlasted my efforts to defeat it. Man, I don't want to get negative, so here's my favorite Matisse, the dude so obviously 'gets it', I mean, just look at that:

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Oh, and I'm a chrysanthemum again (representing autumn). In some cultures they're associated with death and grief, but they can also mean nobility and some other positive sentiments. It's all in how you look at it.
 
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Roger&Me said:
have you ever tried your hand at writing fiction?

it is uplifting for the soul imho. something about creating your own world. also it has at least a small possibility of being lucrative
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I sometimes write a lil' poetry, haiku you may have seen in PD (though I am so humbled reading the works of the masters, even limited by translation), and other stuff I sometimes post in words (and some I keep for me), it's more catharsis than an attempt at quality. I've never attempted writing fiction, I've read so much for so long that I'd be acutely aware of how much I suck, so it's intimidating. I'm not sure I have anything to say, even.

Oh, and here's some music to chill out to man.
 
Never Knows Best said:
^Not so, there have been moments where the waiting stopped and things happened. But I guess that gets into my ideas of meaningfulness, and you know when meaningful things happen. Dazzling, shining moments. Those are what guide people through life, I think, give you a path and a point of reference, but some people can't believe in the bright moments unless they're right in front of them. Then they stare at the brightness so hard the rest of the world is forever dimmed. And you just gotta bring the clear light into your life and things will be all right, but the more you stare the less and less of the world around you that you can see, and one day that light too starts to fade. You look around to see what else there is, but there's only darkness, so you hold on to the ever dimmer light, until it's just a dying flicker on the horizon, in an endless void. So then you go sober not into the daylight, but into a midnight world, and stumble around in the dark hoping that one day the sun will rise...
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This is very interesting. It makes me think of how your perception tends to continually adjust to new situations. You can try to improve your life, but any improvement you make quickly loses its novelty, and becomes absorbed into your frame of reference. So you're always measuring things relative to where you stand now - no matter if you're an impoverished third-world peasant, or a lottery winner becoming bored with all the easy money, your life now is the same mildly uncomfortable existence, and happily-ever-after is always just around the corner.

Kind of like how your retinas adjust to a bright light.

And that continues until you learn to just accept whatever you have, and appreciate it for what it is.

Roger&Me said:
i'm cool with the idea of existence as waiting
as long as i don't run out of coffee or weed
that's when shit gets serious

my spiritual needs are uncomplicated
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I feel you here. Especially as I get older, I become less crazed with the ambition for grand adventure, and more satisfied with humble mundane life.
 
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