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Here is my latest swirly talk, its a mazing what one can do with just a few minutes, so without further uh-do, you can chew on this maize like scooby the Do, his Shaggy hair gets high on his own supply, like a cob of corn photosynthesizing.

'I'm like The Thinker, holding my chin in my hand, carressing my hair in the essing car, with all of these greying soul patch'd follicles coming out from my center growing facially, face palm'd like a palm tree in the Sun planted for funzies, its a fuzzy mystified daze, this haze is hard to clear, but I still nothing to fear, stream-of-consciousing, cheers from Dallas, for the win, it's worth a tree fort grounded in the earthly shade, causing my name palindromidally, Ffilk Notniw Winton Cliffy, , I'm whining like Winnie the Pooh without his honey, dreaming into bee-ing, Tigger (the name of my second cat, he died at the age of 5, give or take I can't remember a couple of those years) #hash tag triple Eee-ore and Piglet makes a team, and the best thing about flowers is sharing them with friends; I'm sprawling, falling like a pendulum, sitting in the center of a tire swing pan-handling virtually (seriously, I take donations) because I'm tired of re-living the drear of the grind, 9-to-5ing five days a week for like 45 years, I would never make it to retirement anyway, and like I said it would retire my sanity mentally, ripping away at the treads of my tires, spinning me out, ok now I'm tired and all ready for a cat nap after all this effing play, I suggest you find a dream or 2 or three as well, make like a tree and leave the American dream 1.0, iterate it, refrigerate it or more like freeze it, and thaw that new-found glow, call it 2 point 0.'
 
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I'm gonna Fi-eye'and you (orange rind you, citrus squirting and now you're laughing- and we ain't even had breakfast yet! Quick, break fast, God is Black People), and make you want me, like drinking moonshine, rewind the track like a helicopter spinnably spooning me virtually, Ready or Not, here I come like an Enya song, gonna find you and take it slowly, you can't hide, trying to escape sleep paralysis walking, and pelican is Refugee'ing, exodusing out of Bagdahd, remix culture is vortechsing, I put a hex on you, 6 syllables put buffalo soldiers to shame, lockkin them up in Guantanamo Bay.
 
As if you're not already tired of my ÷divided÷ slice of heaven, two dots around a 5 and a quarter inch diameter CD spinning, like I got two cell phones and both are ringing, a deli spiral of ham radio tuning, increasing surface area for that maximum taste tongue-in-face, I put you in your place, like a crime scene tracing a dead body face-down singing.

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I'm like a Proctor and Gamble, doctoring a gamble, I've taken 34 years of pre-med school, majoring in prophetic rambling, minoring in 12-tone-key-flinging, verbally gerballing in a hamster sphere, shelling out dictations like I'm pulling my sick out, flick my big Bic out, lighting my flame and ain't even smoking. Neither am I vaporizing, but I am indeed a flame retarded, blowing up like a sulphuric methane-fuel'd field feedback sniff farting a dutch oven of contaminated contaiments, back to the rhyme of a shelled out pearl, I'm selling out like I'm going out of style, triple entendre`, omega Ω symbol, a teardrop kissing the morning dew, just kidding about driving under a yellow light, kissing this guy under the sky, Jimi Hendrix has some guitar fire-setting flare, tearing up my teared-up eyes. The Sun is singing for a billion more years, tin-foil-crinkling, wrinkling and twinkling. elemental ore-forging gold with vortex alchemy.

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I can feel your halo.
 
i am literally dying and its not because of holing

thanks vorcock
 
swilow said:
I'd like to hear that whenever you're ready. :)

And yeah, I recall that gibberish post of Xorkoths. The only time I've seen him write like that, I was both amused and concerned. I love the fact that I appeared as a vision to him :D <3

I sorta binged on pregabalin over the last week, its such a perfect drug. I'll have a few week break again, yesterday I took 450mg and got very little from it and experienced a fair biy of neuropathic pain. I want it to retain its efficacy.

Little bit of dexamp today, I'm feeling very thorough.
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Heehee, yes you did appear in my ibogaine dreams (one of them anyway). You were a twisted, hermit-like character who warned me to stop "collecting" (to understand the reference you'd have to read the report, which I know you have) because that's how the overlords control us. Who, for some reason, was you in my mind. Dreams are weird, especially ibogaine dreams. =D

xammy said:
I remember writing about your ibogaine stuff on one of my essays a year or two ago. I also remember u posting here some gibberish something totally out of your mind. Must've been a totally transformational experience.

I miss dissos. One of these days I will tell you the whole story what happened with that 3-MeO-PCP breakdown if I only could put it to words. Total miracle I snapped out of it without medical help, I was really out there.
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Yeah I'd like to hear it sometime. I was concerned for you for sure. As for the ibogaine, yeah it was wild. I wrote the whole story in great detail, it's really fucking long because of how epic the experience was, it's on Erowid under the name Xorkoth (also in the TR forum on BL). I took it and for 2 days I was basically in bed, I think I probably got up a few times but I can't tell if that was real or not. I was having a constant series of extremely vivid and magical dreams, at first pretty unpleasant (but nothing made me feel fear). Whenever I would come to, the world was coming apart around me in this overwhelmingly intense but beautiful way. Then on the third day I became semi-lucid and got up and did stuff around the house. But without me realizing it, my dreams were overlaying conscious reality, so I was going in and out of dreams which were mixed with what I was actually seeing. I got on my computer, and nothing seemed to be working... it was because I was so incredibly uncoordinated (ibogaine feels more like a dissociative than any other class of drugs), so I couldn't type accurately (as you may remember from the posts =D). I was trying to get on Bluelight but to my mind it was like my computer got a virus, I remember things weren't working and I was seeing tabs popping up on my browser with weird symbols from my dreams on them and stuff.

In my dreams up to then, there kept being this dark force I thought of as occult powers that were trying to control me, this was ibogaine's representation of opiates in my life but at the time I wasn't thinking anything like that, I was too removed from anything resembling normal thought. So I determined that these browser tabs and the "virus" on my computer were the occult forces trying to infiltrate. So I finally got on Bluelight and I tried to post about the occult forces or something, I can't remember all I was trying to say, it was probably shifting around constantly because besides feeling weird about the occult forces, I felt fucking incredible, the later stages and post-ibogaine glow were the best I've ever felt physically, so I wanted to communicate how great I felt. Anyway I remember proofreading my posts multiple times because I could tell I was having trouble typing, it seemed like I only had a few mistakes but looking back later it was utter gibberish.

Then after that I suddenly believed it was Wednesday (it was actually Monday, I had taken Monday and Tuesday off work but went back to work Wednesday, which was still too soon). It was probably because I had my work email open and I saw someone sending an email about something needing doing on one of my projects (which a co-worker was covering for me). Strangely I had no problems reading, just typing. Anyway I panicked all of a sudden, I thought, "oh no, it's wednesday and it's the afternoon, I'm in so much trouble at work!" So I tried logging in to our software and I could not get the password right. I remember trying so many times, and literally the last time I sat there and focused hard and pressed one. key. at. a. time. very slowly, making sure I was hitting the right keys. Still locked out. So then I assumed the occult forces had locked me out of work and had also permanently fucked up my mind. At this point I had no supervision and it was the only time in the whole experience I felt fear... a lot of fear. Had someone been there they could have told me it was Monday and I should get off my computer, and I would have chilled out. I panicked hard and tried to use my phone to call my friends, then my parents, couldn't make it happen. I sent gibberish texts to my brother and parents though. Then I decided to email my boss (who I am close with and who knew I was addicted to opiates). I composed an email, spent a lot of time on it, where I attempted to explain that I took ibogaine to get past my addiction, and that now occult forces had fried my brain, and that I was scared and needed to talk to someone. Then I proofread it multiple times and determined that it was well-written. Then I sent it. Turns out it was also completely gibberish, several paragraphs of it (I pasted the email into my trip report, it's pretty funny). Fortunately he was on vacation until Thursday. But he actually got the email and tried calling, and I answered but put the phone in the fridge instead of talking. Then my brother called me and I was really confused why my phone was in the fridge, but I answered and he talked me down for like an hour, explained that it was Monday and everything would be fine. And then I felt great again and ended up getting picked up by Delsyd after he got off work and amused everyone with my semi-coherent antics all evening. The next day I was totally lucid again after a night full of really interesting and outrageous dreams that no longer had any sort of occult presence.

Well my boss was really worried about me and on Thursday he called me and I decided to tell him the truth, and he was super supportive, it was great (and really, really lucky).

Yeah, hell of an experience. :D
 
I'm a standing rock with my cock out, its a cookout on the lookout, drinking in divinity, drowning in my squee, squeezable zebra munching on a 9-inch hot dog, black and killing white tea stabilizing with just a little bit of caffeine, I need to learn how to pace my rhymes with a few more periods, like a female bleeding synched up with her housemate's sisters................
 
That one...was obscene, full-moon mooning with my back cheeks flat-out, dancing at your wedding and howling like a coyote in Tucson AZ.
 
vortech said:
I'm a standing rock with my cock out, its a cookout on the lookout, drinking in divinity, drowning in my squee, squeezable zebra munching on a 9-inch hot dog, black and killing white tea stabilizing with just a little bit of caffeine, I need to learn how to pace my rhymes with a few more periods, like a female bleeding synched up with her housemate's sisters................
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Oh my god LOL. Dude I love your stream of consciousness word flows. =D
 
Pharmakos said:
75mg twice daily. Haven't decided yet if I'm going to take it strictly as directed or more as-needed.
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I'm not getting much relief when I take it as needed. It takes a few days before it reduces the neuropathic pain, though this is unpredictable. Sometimes, 150mg seems to almost reset me and all nerve pain goes or subsides, other times it almost gets worse, especially my feet/legs; I suspect this has something to do with the edema it can induce. I get the best effectsf from pregabalin after consecutive days; usually the first day is quite anxious and drunk feeling and then it gets more pleasant and transparent.

My doctor recently got angry at me for mentioning that it was addictive. He told me that its not possible for it to be addictive, it does not take effect in the brain. :| I couldn't be fucked arguing with this guy, it is clearly centrally active. I'm not sure what he thinks the MOA is, he seemed to believe it operated peripherally without crossing the BBB. Bear in mind, this is the most insecure doctor I've ever met, he almost constantly tries to flummox me with big words and tough concepts- I swear, if he can mention the term up-regulation at any point, he'll do it.

He's too generous with the scipts too, he writes me a temazepam script every time I go to see him, regardless of how long ago I last came in. I still have a script for tramadol that I've yet to pick up, I did not ask for it nor really want it nor should a recovering/sort of drug addict be scripted tramadol (and benzo's and lyrica) but he's the sort of dr that probably drives a Pfizer branded car.
 
noob doctor heh
I dont even have experiences of any docs since I am fortunate enough never needing one

maybe I schedule an appointment and start practising my theatretical skills
 
Ya quite impressive how unknowledgeable about drugs some doctors are. I went to a psychiatrist short ago just because I wanted to try pregabalin. I told him I sometimes used alprazolam which my mother provided for my anxiety and that I was concerned about addiction and have heard about Lyrica being less dangerous in that area.

Well, he went on to tell me that neither Lyrica nor benzos produced any kind of dependence and that was exclusive of ''toxicomanies''. He said the only needed worry was not to stop suddenly and that dose was to be reduced progressively. Well I couldn't help rolling my eyes.

He gave me my Lyrica script and top it up with some benzodiacepines I didn't ask for.
It's all good with me, it just left me a bit worried about his less drug knowledgeable clients.

Xammy: I am the worst actor this side of the ocean and it was a piece of cake. Still made me uncomfortable the situation...don't like lying.
 
since it's going to be the Resurrection Sunday I would really like to die and be resurrected by the gods this weekend

my fridge is already full of Paskha, let's get on that russki shit now with some cheap coffee.

 
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I'm drinking cheap coffee, listening to warpaint, nearly ready to get back on the road, first stop Roswell for some alien abduction. Ultimately Tucson, like fucking late at night, I might already be asleep.
 
Pregabalin script, I was honest about my leg pain, but my Medicaid wouldn't cover it as a first line of defense. I had to try amitryptaline, Fuck that shit, and then cymbals which really fucked up my immune system, after telling her that gabapentin had too many side effects for my liking. 3 years later, after a fuck ton of gabapebtinoid tolerance, I actually quite like it and don't get that sloshy sludge feeling.
 
Cymbals lol, autocorrected from Cymbalta, funny how these brand names, like Lyrica, make one thing of musical sound waves, because they put nerve pain into harmony.
 
That's such a fucking joke that a doctor would say pregabalin isn't centrally active, as it makes me high as shit. Also that it's non-addictive, though they always say that about new drugs. What boggles my mind is that any doctor of today would say that benzos aren't addictive. I mean, seriously? They're super addictive with a horrible withdrawal process. Some of the more addictive drugs on the planet. That's fucking crazy.

My ex used to always get mad at me when I'd try to suggest the doctor didn't know what he was talking about, and that I did. She was like, you didn't go to medical school, you just talked to people online, therefore anything you think you know, you don't, and anything a doctor says is the truth. They have to know all of this stuff. I was like... meh, not worth arguing with you about it. But doctors are people. Some doctors are amazing and very knowledgeable, some just go through the motions, and some are in the pharma companies' pockets and will feed you bullshit.
 
Shadow Huntaz 'Figure of Speech'

https://youtu.be/HyLUTM4I8aA

I can't believe this song never broke through ,crossing over into mainstream. Every line is puniful comedy gold. Fuck these boundaries! I'm gonna cross this line and ride it at the same time. MeTa, me tah with a cap-it-tall cross.

Remember to a rubber on that pecker! You don't want to mindfuck without protection.

http://m.imgur.com/gallery/0mE0J1y

I octivate the holy 8 because I'm staying at a Super 8, irridescent shimmering magenta, RGB value 255,000,255, hex code FF00FF, a supersymmetry serendicity like a heart shaped frame of a baby and her momma, coincidentally thistle also has a trilateral surrounding of 216,191,216, I brizzled my tizzles with toothpaste fizzles, this rhyme scheme is for rizzle like a Snoop Dogg dropping, I'm a Shadow Huntaz 3-way rap squad 'Figure-of-Speech' incarnate. See the comments below for the art of facts, sonic hip-hop listenables, it's a pleasantly present circulatory system of scribbles. The year is 2020, ?perfect vision, Magic Leaping, I am clairvoyant, a wick'd candle is burning, the beast got trix its a trip of rainbow cerael, remix culture churning, learning and yearning the fire obliterating, building a journey one sign at a time...No more reading books, we're numerology, pick it from the picket-line of corrupt data and corrosive ironing. The powers that be control our minds so fight the sour porrige and be you tea to the fullest. Organic rotted potato microchips, and if you don't believe me, revisit this vapor, a microwave dream in a future time-line, a citric acid lime squirt in your third eye squeegee. I'm a thumper Disney jumping in rhythm to a chocolate melting bunny rabbit in the April 16th 2017 Sunny sing-along for far too long. Happy Easter! Im'ma wash my hands with a Japanese cherry blossom scented glittery serpentine colored jizzle that I found in New York City while visiting my ethereal homies, last year in November, an intergalactivenvested kitty litter rave.

Enough of my rambling, keep on cheating mortal kombat death, a simulation theory fatality, ongoingly raping your temporal temple ayahuasca bandwidth.
 
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