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What happened in those couple years in particular swilz, if you don't mind me asking? Yeah i know, in such a period your situation can really change, for worse but also for better.

Also what in you guys' experience are consequences of chronic use of the more functional dissociatives (as I am familiar with heavy K / MXE abuse and also lower dosage use of stuff like 3-MeO-PCP)?

Any of you that are seriously into ethnobotany or -mycology? I wouldn't mind having a chat about that, casually sharing experiences etc, we could do that on the forum but PMs are also welcome cause BL/PD has very limited discussion on this and threads on e.g. growing mushrooms tend to go disappointingly quiet quickly.. :)

I was asked by an artist friend for participating in an experimental audio performance next month (and I am also doing some "remix" work for him).
Also looking at possibilities for starting a company focused on biomaterials and sustainable applications of fungi, possibilities seem to be opening up - at least i already have an offer for a place to work where the rent would be pretty much free the first year (i would do some consulting work internally, SLA kinda). I just don't know if it's the right fit for me to start a course where I would set up a relatively large scale research and production company over years. I mean it's wonderful but it might be a bit much for what I wanna do, so I'll be trying to figure that out during the summer. Seems like I am about to finally make something of my life, better late than never hehe.

I hope you are doing okay brothers and that you have a nice summertime (heatwave here pff but i can appreciate it), take good care of yourselvz =D<3

haha :D @ the long hair n weed stuff
 
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God my ex fucking driving me crazy. I told her today that if she doesn't sign the papers today, I will file for contested divorce. She replied with basically "chill out, I want to sign the papers and I'll do it after I come get my stuff, we'll sit down and there won't be much to talk about and I'll sign the revised papers". I said, no, you do it now, no revisions. Pretty sure she wants to revise them to give her the cats. FUCK that. She abandoned them, they haven't seen her for 5 years, they're my babies, she can't even afford to take care of them. They would be miserable. I'd rather fight her in court for a year than give her the cats. Of course, no court would rule in her favor there, I've spent every penny to care for them their entire lives, and she hasn't seen them in ~5 years. Waiting for a response to that still.

I can't fucking believe her nerve. God damn it she pisses me off so much.

One great part of not having long messy hair is I no longer get random people asking me if I got weed when I'm walking down the street.

Haha, my hair is really long but not messy, I take good care of it and people are always telling me it's beautiful.

At my favorite music festival, which is in the middle of nowhere, the local cops go undercover trying to find drugs. But they dress like frat boy bros (everyone else there is hippie-style) and walk around aggressively calling out "rolls, nugs" over and over. Most obvious undercovers in the world.
 
At my favorite music festival, which is in the middle of nowhere, the local cops go undercover trying to find drugs. But they dress like frat boy bros (everyone else there is hippie-style) and walk around aggressively calling out "rolls, nugs" over and over. Most obvious undercovers in the world.
LOL, what a sight to behold. Fucking cops.
 
I've been growing my hair out for almost a year, mainly because my barber of 30+ years passed away and I've had more important things to worry about than finding a new one. It's parted down the middle, sort of like John Lennon circa 1968/White Album era.

Well, I also shaved my mustache and beard off recently and ran into an old female friend of mine. She looked at me like she'd just seen a ghost and said, "Oh my God dude, you look 17 again!". Considering the fact that I'm closer to 50, that was quite the compliment indeed.

:D
 
Speaking of undercover cops listen to what happened to me yesterday. :D

We've got a building on our farm that we used to run a business out of. It is in the middle of nowhere on a major highway off by itself. People stop back there all of the time to have sex, smoke weed, and the local sheriff's deputies hide back there during night shift to do paperwork or sleep. It has been like this for going on 30 years now from when we first built the place.

Yesterday some guy stops by my Dad's house while we're working on a project in our yard. He was early 30s, full beard, long hair, well kept looking but someone that wouldn't look out of place at most festivals or parties. Guy pulls a badge out of his shirt (on a chain) and introduces himself as undercover narcotic division. Says he used our building all of the time to meet people. Said he was meeting some people in the next hour or so and wanted to know if that was okay. Said he spent so much time back there that he'd noticed our heat pump was acting up and wanted to let us know because he was worried about it catching fire. The property recently changed hands in the family and my Dad became the new owner so I guess he caught wind of this and came to make sure it'd be alright if he kept using the place to meet. Dad tells him that's fine and he can go back there for an hour if he wants.

An hour later I get sent over to turn off the heat pump. I got in the building and turn it off and on my way back out the front I'm met by the same guy and another cop both circling the building from separate ends. I tell them my family owns the place and they get extra nice towards me going on and on about how much they appreciate us letting them use the place. I know what they were really doing though, they had a rat back there and they didn't want me to see him. I didn't want to see him myself honestly. They end up staying back there half of the day and roll out in two cars 3-4 hours later. Figure they were waiting on a call to go bust someone.

The funny part is today he came back wondering if they local cops can use our land for training purposes. Probably not going to happen. 8) I'm thinking about setting up trail cameras back there now and recording audio. Not sure if I want to devote the money to it. Been trying to run these fuckers off for years and Dad just invites them right in. -,-
 
Holy fuck I have the worst luck lately health wise. After my broken shoulder I got not one, not two, but THREE kidney stones. And just the other day I broke my fucking wrist, and the stingy motherfucking doctor who said it would probably hurt for the next month wrote me a script for *12 5mg hydrocodone.* 60mg hydro? thats like one day of feeling good with this much pain, fuck you doc. I have an appt with my GP (different doc, same hospital) in a week, think I should mention that the pain meds they gave me aren't cutting it, or that I'm out but still in agony? idk i have an appt with a behavioral specialist at the same hospital 2 days later and I desperately want to convince them to put my back on my ADHD meds (I was diagnosed and prescribed them for like 2 years straight in Chicago), and I wouldnt wanna get flagged as 'drug seeking' or some shit. Maybe just try to work it into conversation in passing, like if/when my GP asks how my wrist is doing mention the meds they gave me didn't seem to help much and I'm still in a lot of pain but I'm doing the best I can to get through it? ughhh the us health care system is such shit i could get codeine fucking OTC in Canada...

And some sketchy shit happened with a recent DNM order for benzos (my partner and I both rely on them extensively to self-medicate) so now I'm hesitant to order again from that market.... ughh I fucking hate my life right now. And I've been dry weed wise for like a month now, figure I might as well keep that up till after the behavioral doc meeting in case they test my urine.

The only thing going well in my life right now is that I have a loving, supporting partner to vent to. Sadly we live 500 miles away and have never even met in person but we're trying to crowdfund a solution to that soon :)

So uh, how's life with everyone else? :/

btw random plug - anyone of the anticapitalist political persuasion who uses facebook, join my group, The Proletariat Pharmacopoeia. It's a lovely group of people (inc my partner <3 ). Recovery friendly, no drug shaming/dicksizing tolerated, pro harm reduction.
 
I feel you man; being under medicated for pain sucks. Right now my doc is reasonable but I'm afraid of having to switch docs or pharmacies when I eventually relocate.
Also the job I'd be starting in 1-2 years will be the type that will require drug testing and not be aloud to make an exception for my mmj.

I'd be very careful ordering pills online. There are fucked up people that sell fall pain pill and benzos with fent in them.
 
I'm fed up with people telling me when and how long I can sleep. I've suffered from sleep problems all my life. I'm constantly getting woken up by family members that expect me to do hard labor for free on a whim. I typically don't get to sleep at all and when I finally manage to fall asleep somewhere between 3am and 4am I'll get woken up without fail by asshole family. So basically I'm constantly running on 2-3 hours of sleep and since I find it impossible to nap the process just repeats. It has nothing to do with bad habits either. I've done everything I can to adjust my sleep patterns to a typical wake/sleep cycle and it just doesn't happen.

Benzos are the only thing that works but no one will prescribe them to me because my family doctor labeled me a drug seeker years ago and I have to hear a bunch of BS from family members that self medicate with alcohol for sleep about how I'm a drug addict if I take them. That or they have the ability to fall asleep within 5 minutes and get a full 8 hours every night. They wake up at 5am every morning and then come up with retarded projects that they can't do by themselves.

I curse my former roommate everyday. I'm only stuck here atm because he conned me out of most of my savings. What I get for being nice and moving in with someone/covering all the rent for months. I had it going on before I went totally retarded and moved back to the ghetto.
 
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Man that turned into a novel, my fault, I need my sleep. ;/

Family has been driving me bonkers though for real. My creepy Uncle lives with us. He's a moma's boy that never made it out of the house and he's up in his 60s now. I can't bring women over here because he's a total pervert around them. We have young girls that come here to swim in the summer and he's constantly lurking around the pool when they're here staring at them. He's never did anything out of line but it's so obvious that his brother/my dad worries about it.

Multiple former girlfriends and girls I've dated have shown up here because my Dad is just sending all my company straight over despite me telling him not to do it. I changed my number for a reason and I no longer date those girls for several reasons. Each and every time my Uncle is constantly in my business about if they're on the "naughty list of the good list". I've tried really hard not to be mean but the next time he does this I'm going to tell him that maybe he should get his own sex life if he's curious about those things. He's horrible with women so it's never going to happen. He takes them out one time, spends several hundred dollars on them, and expects to get married to them. Basically blows all his money on them and they take full advantage. I'm worried he's going to give all his property away to one of them one of these days.

At least he isn't as bad as my Great Uncle who got caught up in a pedo/prostitute scandal a few years back. He claims he was just sleeping with the girl's mother and not the two slow girls she was whoring out for pain pills but I'm not convinced. He was over here bragging about getting some young pussy for months before the scandal broke. Several dirty old men in the area have already gone to prison over it, one even fled to Thailand before getting sent back to face charges. He's lucky he didn't get charged since there wasn't any hard evidence but I'm convinced he did it. He's one of those people that has multiple cleaning ladies come by every week.
 
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God my ex fucking driving me crazy. I told her today that if she doesn't sign the papers today, I will file for contested divorce. She replied with basically "chill out, I want to sign the papers and I'll do it after I come get my stuff, we'll sit down and there won't be much to talk about and I'll sign the revised papers". I said, no, you do it now, no revisions. Pretty sure she wants to revise them to give her the cats. FUCK that. She abandoned them, they haven't seen her for 5 years, they're my babies, she can't even afford to take care of them. They would be miserable. I'd rather fight her in court for a year than give her the cats. Of course, no court would rule in her favor there, I've spent every penny to care for them their entire lives, and she hasn't seen them in ~5 years. Waiting for a response to that still.

I can't fucking believe her nerve. God damn it she pisses me off so much.



Haha, my hair is really long but not messy, I take good care of it and people are always telling me it's beautiful.

At my favorite music festival, which is in the middle of nowhere, the local cops go undercover trying to find drugs. But they dress like frat boy bros (everyone else there is hippie-style) and walk around aggressively calling out "rolls, nugs" over and over. Most obvious undercovers in the world.
I swear to god I saw my damn probation officer along with some female (cop) when I saw the upbeats. I had been doing meth for like 2 days before that tho but I wasn't really high when I actually got to the club as I had killed the last of.my shit I think that morning before I went down (DC)
it was weird cause that night started out as a train wreck but I managed to get my phone charger and get to my airbnb and then I left to hit the club after 15 mins or so in the airbnb talking to the host. had to tolerate a little bullshit in the process of getting an uber there and I was later than I wanted to be..i think it was 1130 or midnight when I hit the club and I got there while it was still 2 local djs idr who but I saw em when I went out new years so I was like yeah I didn't miss shit.
swear to god I had been at the club a while and I think I had just come back from the smoking section and I remember seeing someone walk in who looked exactly like my probation officer. like swear to god. I looked at this dude cause he had came in the main room from the other side and whoever it was acknowledged me ya know the head nod?
whoever that was was with a middle aged lady who you could tell was outta place esp cause she wasn't dancing and you could just tell she didn't belong. looked like a cop or a probation officer honestly.
whoever those two were they left a good bit before rhe night ended and I swear I thought I heard a convo happening outside the smoking section between a female and possibly my probation officer about whether or not it should be acceptable for (me..i heard no names only he) someone on probation to be going to raves possibly doing drugs breaking curfew in a diff state in a nightclub where alcohol is served... (the smoking area had a door that opened to an alley out back)
that's one thing I wonder about cause I legit was like well if I'm gonna get booked they can't take me down here and it doesn't matter whay matters is now dance and enjoy the moment that type of shit
I wanna ask but i.cant blow the spot up bout me.going out cause I will not.stop idgaf if they tell me I have to. i won't give up the music I like and shit because of their b's rules about notifying them if I wanna leave PA and curfew and shit like that. esp since I DON'T DRINK. the main thing is leaving PA to go to a nightclub. if it was other shit is just say hey I'm going here on this date but they can't give me permission to essentially be in a bar I don't think even though I abstain.
they could never catch me though either. they'd have to catch me IN dc and they cannot do shit down there cause their jurisdiction consists of the county that's it.
I only stay a night anyway so even if they wanted to id just say I was in Philly or something.
I really didn't sleep last night. couldn't. id fall asleep for a half hour 45 mins then wake up in cold sweats. I knew I was picking up speed today so I just stuck i5 out but I didn't go to work today because I didn't sleep basically at all last night.
but I got basically 4 grams today. I got 3.6-3.7 at least that's what my scale said after I took out about a .3 (obviously I didn't do that .3. I did 2 lines today, not huge but good ones. I puked when I felt the burn of the first one cause like I said I was sick but after about 10 mins I was good. I did more maybe an hour or two or three later, small line and I been high as shit all day. this one is some absolute heat for real. im still nicely high like fucking 8 hours later. idk when im gonna do more. i have to be at work at 6am so I can't be too fucked up so ill.pr0bs do a small one here in like 15-30 mins then that's it. I may or may not stay up all night tomorrow too cause you already know I'm used to going bout my business after being up all night tweaking.
I feel pretty good right now.
 
I went to my first alcohol "treatment" course yesterday... man, what a waste of time. :\ We were filling out worksheets and talking about what words on the worksheets could be used to describe various things. The counselor is nice, I think he really likes me because I talked a lot and was being insightful. But 3 hours a night, 2 nights a week, for 8 weeks? Ugh, it's gonna get boring FAST. I could tell there is a lot of repeating, too. Also, big bummer, I had to sign a thing saying they could randomly pee test and/or breathalyze me and commit to full sobriety for the duration of the class. I had no idea that was going to be necessary. He asked me if I would pass if he pee tested me then... I said nope, that I smoked weed the day before. He said that's fine, I had only just committed to it, so he'd wait to pee test me the first time until it had time to clear out. I asked one of the girls who had been going a while and she said they actually do test sometimes. So I gotta take a 2 month break from weed, and dissos. Not that I use dissos often but I do enjoy a light dose of O-PCE or 3-MeO from time to time. Oh well. I can still use psychedelics and, ironically, alcohol. 8) The system is stupid.

The counselor I think also thinks the system is stupid... he said a couple of times, "well, you understand this stuff is mandated by the state... I would have chosen to do it differently but there it is". He also said "sometimes people slip up, if you do, just tell me, and it'll be okay". He also said "the DMV requires me to report a certain period of sobriety before they'll consider treatment done, if you just keep me informed we can work it out". So not exactly sure what that means but I'm just gonna not smoke weed, I haven't had a good break in a long time anyway.
 
Yeah man, a tolerance break can be a good thing anyway, just a bummer when it's forced.

I've had to do alcohol classes myself, nearly a decade ago now, tho. They're definitely repetitive and boring. You'll get through it tho.
 
Yeah it's the least of my worries, it's just annoying. I also can't use occasional etizolam anymore to help when I get a really anxious day but I'll live. Just really, really glad I am not dependent on benzos or opiates or anything else. Marijuana has never been a problem for me, even when I smoked every day, all day. Stopping it is fine and the worst I get is wishing I could smoke.
 
It causes a false positive on an instant test.

Then when sent to the lab for analysis the etizolam wont show up. I've had to goto those classes years ago and it was pretty boring, i feel for you man. It will be over before you know it.
 
Nah I'm still using phenibut. Every 3 days. Thinking I should reduce from there as the day before a dose has some rebound which is characterized by increased anxiety (or maybe normal anxiety honestly) and difficulty sleeping. Then the next day is mostly normal. Phenibut helps a lot, though, gives me days where I feel confident and can work towards solutions without being stuck in anxiety loops about it.
 
I agree the alcohol classes get a bit stupid and their drug testing causes more problems than it helps. Everyone I know that attended them had to stop smoking weed. So they all hopped back on the opioids, benzos, and stims or just kept drinking. I'll always be in support of legalized cannabis just because it prevents people from doing harder drugs simply because they clear your urine faster. I often wonder how many people are unemployed simply because they can't give up smoking pot daily. IME most of my co-workers smoked it and lived in constant fear of a random test while the crack heads never worried about it.

Speaking of drug testing, my Dad is retiring at the end of summer and will finally be able to smoke again. Really looking forward to that. I'm picking up his retirement present later in the week: A couple of grams of MDA and an ounce of the finest local home grown. His girlfriend is afraid to try MDA for the first time so it looks like it'll be just him and I. Looking forward to finally tripping, smoking, and rolling with the old man. He loves the stuff and has always spoken highly of it. Got a taste of it back when it first came around in the early 80s and never saw it again after it was banned. Well, Quaaludes were his favorite but I can't exactly source that locally. ;) I also plan to introduce him to wax. He's smoked a lot of hash so I'm interested to hear how an old head thinks this new stuff compares to what they had back in the day.
 
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My friend called, the one who was psychotic on meth for a long time. He finished 2 months of in-patient, intensive rehab a couple of weeks ago and is living with his parents. He sounds SO much better, it's awesome, it was a nice ray of sunshine for me. He got a job driving a forklift. He says he's just been laying low and hanging out with his family, and working, and going to meetings and stuff. He doesn't have that paranoid sort of way of talking anymore that he had for a while even after he moved back with his parents. I told him about the stuff that's been going on and he was really supportive, whereas before he was pretty much just talking about himself all the time. It's a nice relief to not be actively worrying about him. :)

It's been a chilly, rainy day, hasn't stopped raining all day. It's bumming me out. :( And I had an insanely busy work day and will have one tomorrow too. But at least my girl just got here.
 
God my ex fucking driving me crazy. I told her today that if she doesn't sign the papers today, I will file for contested divorce. She replied with basically "chill out, I want to sign the papers and I'll do it after I come get my stuff, we'll sit down and there won't be much to talk about and I'll sign the revised papers". I said, no, you do it now, no revisions. Pretty sure she wants to revise them to give her the cats. FUCK that. She abandoned them, they haven't seen her for 5 years, they're my babies, she can't even afford to take care of them. They would be miserable. I'd rather fight her in court for a year than give her the cats. Of course, no court would rule in her favor there, I've spent every penny to care for them their entire lives, and she hasn't seen them in ~5 years. Waiting for a response to that still.

I can't fucking believe her nerve. God damn it she pisses me off so much.



Haha, my hair is really long but not messy, I take good care of it and people are always telling me it's beautiful.

At my favorite music festival, which is in the middle of nowhere, the local cops go undercover trying to find drugs. But they dress like frat boy bros (everyone else there is hippie-style) and walk around aggressively calling out "rolls, nugs" over and over. Most obvious undercovers in the world.

At a park here they did a reverse sting were they had black cops in hood rat cloths posing as dealers. It was more of an off a way to get rid of all the homeless living there.
 
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