Today I'm reminded of the french proverb quoted by Rabelais: <<Je cuidois seulement peter, et je me suis embrene.>> Which means "I thought only to have let a fart, and have all beshit myself," to put it in the quasi- medieval phraseology that George RR Martin might have one of his characters use when talkin gabout that topic .
The topic he's (Rabelais) discussing is that when we over eat or imbibe excessively, one is apt to get more than one expects when farting. The same foul thing can happen after over-indulging in opiates.
Rabelais is the most difficult author I've ever read. Harder than James Joyce's Ulysses or worse, "Finnegan's Wake,' Faulkner, or even Dante's Commedia. Part of the difficulty is that th e cultural references are nearly 1000 years old and unknown to anyone who is not a French lit/history major. Worse, his archaic language is very different from modern french, so even with "google translate" or a modern french dictionary, one is still lost. I guess you could read an English translation, but where's the challenge in that?
Yeah people I shit my pants today. It's only been 24 hours since my last dose, but I'm already a mess. Yesterday afternoon, I injected a tenth of a gram of super potent brown Indo kratom. I guess that's a code word. Generally, I think needles are disgusting and have hated injecting since I quit shooting coke and speedballs when I was in college. But sometimes, I want to feel the intensity. It's pleasant but not overly so. (Shooting coke or meth in contrast is almost unbearably pleasurable.) It's more like the rush of scaring yourself by riding a motorcycle 150 mph for the first time (which I have tried) or maybe bungie or BASE jumping (which I haven't tried).
Today, my eyes itch, my nose runs, and I have the squits (runny bits of shit that are emitted every time I try to fart. And my "stomach" is cramping and I have a strong urge to fart and relieve the pressure.) Keep in mind, I'm not trying to quit yet but I only want to take a break for a couple of days and keep my tolerance and usage under control so it will be fairly easy when I really do have to quit for good next month.
I've been looking for better, cheaper kratom. It's a chilly, foggy day. I locked my bike and walked from United Nations Plaza up Pill Hill along L****. The first intersection I crossed was a police line cordoned off to cars, and the street was full of firetrucks ambulances and police cars. There were police all over the place.
Down the street to my right, smoke was spewing out of the upper windows of one of the tenements. I walked through the mess in the intersection and met somebody who sells fair quality dime bags. She looked like she was about 16 years old and reminded me of the fat girl in the movie "Precious." As I was talking to her about what I wanted, a one-legged guy in a wheel chair rolled up and offered to sell me cheaper ounce-size bars. They (Precious and the guy in the wheel chair) started arguing. They mentioned things like being on one another's turf, and Precious even sent a text, probably to her lookout/backup asking for help. Buying in bulk sounded fantastic. Maybe I can get a better quality or cheaper price. Maybe he's just a scammer selling bags of compressed coffee grounds. I didn't want to burn any bridges so I bought a dime bag from Precious, and then went with the wheel chair guy. I follow him, staying about 10 feet behind (yeah, I'm that paranoid about being spotted buying because cops watch from the 5th floor (top) windows of some of the apartments with binoculars and radio down to undercover bicycle cops to bust seller and buyer alike.
Finally, he has me wait on a crowded street corner. The smell of marijuana is strong here and 10 more people separately offer me chiva. I wait about 5 minutes and he's across the street. maybe waiting for his supplier to weigh out a chunk. I don't know. More people offer me chiva. One guy puts his hand on my shoulder and offers me chiva. By now, I'm aching all over, my nose is running, anxiety is building, and worse, I've got to "fart." <<à cul de foirard toujours abonde merde>> I had already gotten a dime bag to use tomorrow. I got on my bike and went to a coffee place to drink coffee. Probably a bad idea at the moment because of its laxative effect, but high quality coffee can be very soothing.
The topic he's (Rabelais) discussing is that when we over eat or imbibe excessively, one is apt to get more than one expects when farting. The same foul thing can happen after over-indulging in opiates.
Rabelais is the most difficult author I've ever read. Harder than James Joyce's Ulysses or worse, "Finnegan's Wake,' Faulkner, or even Dante's Commedia. Part of the difficulty is that th e cultural references are nearly 1000 years old and unknown to anyone who is not a French lit/history major. Worse, his archaic language is very different from modern french, so even with "google translate" or a modern french dictionary, one is still lost. I guess you could read an English translation, but where's the challenge in that?
Yeah people I shit my pants today. It's only been 24 hours since my last dose, but I'm already a mess. Yesterday afternoon, I injected a tenth of a gram of super potent brown Indo kratom. I guess that's a code word. Generally, I think needles are disgusting and have hated injecting since I quit shooting coke and speedballs when I was in college. But sometimes, I want to feel the intensity. It's pleasant but not overly so. (Shooting coke or meth in contrast is almost unbearably pleasurable.) It's more like the rush of scaring yourself by riding a motorcycle 150 mph for the first time (which I have tried) or maybe bungie or BASE jumping (which I haven't tried).
Today, my eyes itch, my nose runs, and I have the squits (runny bits of shit that are emitted every time I try to fart. And my "stomach" is cramping and I have a strong urge to fart and relieve the pressure.) Keep in mind, I'm not trying to quit yet but I only want to take a break for a couple of days and keep my tolerance and usage under control so it will be fairly easy when I really do have to quit for good next month.
I've been looking for better, cheaper kratom. It's a chilly, foggy day. I locked my bike and walked from United Nations Plaza up Pill Hill along L****. The first intersection I crossed was a police line cordoned off to cars, and the street was full of firetrucks ambulances and police cars. There were police all over the place.
Down the street to my right, smoke was spewing out of the upper windows of one of the tenements. I walked through the mess in the intersection and met somebody who sells fair quality dime bags. She looked like she was about 16 years old and reminded me of the fat girl in the movie "Precious." As I was talking to her about what I wanted, a one-legged guy in a wheel chair rolled up and offered to sell me cheaper ounce-size bars. They (Precious and the guy in the wheel chair) started arguing. They mentioned things like being on one another's turf, and Precious even sent a text, probably to her lookout/backup asking for help. Buying in bulk sounded fantastic. Maybe I can get a better quality or cheaper price. Maybe he's just a scammer selling bags of compressed coffee grounds. I didn't want to burn any bridges so I bought a dime bag from Precious, and then went with the wheel chair guy. I follow him, staying about 10 feet behind (yeah, I'm that paranoid about being spotted buying because cops watch from the 5th floor (top) windows of some of the apartments with binoculars and radio down to undercover bicycle cops to bust seller and buyer alike.
Finally, he has me wait on a crowded street corner. The smell of marijuana is strong here and 10 more people separately offer me chiva. I wait about 5 minutes and he's across the street. maybe waiting for his supplier to weigh out a chunk. I don't know. More people offer me chiva. One guy puts his hand on my shoulder and offers me chiva. By now, I'm aching all over, my nose is running, anxiety is building, and worse, I've got to "fart." <<à cul de foirard toujours abonde merde>> I had already gotten a dime bag to use tomorrow. I got on my bike and went to a coffee place to drink coffee. Probably a bad idea at the moment because of its laxative effect, but high quality coffee can be very soothing.