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Snorting wellbutrin is barely even suitable for rehab and jail! I can't speak from experience, just from anecdotes....but all NE and no DA is shite...plus it's magic (if you can call it that!) lies in it's metabolites me thinks...

Now snorting Gabapentin is just plain retarded...it is actively transported by the amino acid transporters in the gut. But hey, desperate times call for snorting....eh, never mind...

Oh and doing well thank you :D Eating some lamb korma over basmati, and drinking some potent homemade kombucha. Planted over two thousand vegetable seeds in flats in the greenhouse today, and we have 5 hogs going to slaughter at the end of the week. Sweethearts, and disgusting as shit. So charming. They shit in each others faces and enjoy it. Why not?
 
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I'm not a big fan of kombucha. My food intake of the day was 2/3 PB&Js. Think I'll leave some chicken out to thaw so I can make a real meal tomorrow, I'm thinking pasta and zucchini will be involved as well.

And I love lamb, yet I eat it even less often than duck (about once or twice a year when I go to Thai restaurants), though more frequently than one of my three favorite foods, foie gras, which is illegal in this state, I have not had any since 2009 (my other two favorite foods are pizza and avocado).
 
Foie gras is made by force feeding (they literally stick a tube down their throat and dump in food) the ducks/geese to give them giant fatty livers of sublime deliciousness, and progressive places like California, Scandinavia, and Great Britain think that is cruel.

Those other two are normal food items. I do not like menudo, in spite of my considering Mexican food a necessity like oxygen. I guess we consider it local down here. There are like half a dozen Mexican restaurants within 20 minutes walking distance from my place of residence. 36%+ of persons living in the Los Angeles county are ethnically Mexican, making'em a larger group than whites, if we're just going by Latinos, then they are an outright majority. Love me some diversity. %)
 
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Ahhh you do eat real food Never! I knew a man of your otherwise impeccable tastes must eat more than condensed soup and bog scrapings! Avocados I dig....at least one day. Just a little salt, pepper, and lemon or lime juice....mmmm....alone great too. As well as on toast...even makes bog scrapings go down pretty easy!

Foie gras, foie gras! Pretty delicious. There is a farm near here that produces such that is certified "humane and ethical"....among the first I believe. I think the guy studied the old, excuse me, Olde Fashioned way of producing such back in the Olden Tymes in the countries of Olde to come up with his procedure.....I have no idea what it is. Maybe gently massaging the food down the throat while distracting the Olde Goose with a cloacal vibrator? Dunno. But his product is amazing. Maybe we can set up a smuggling operation into California. This pastoral life is great and all but I miss breaking laws and risking my neck. Habit forming that stuff is! (Foie gras and pretending to be a criminal mastermind.....real ones don't get caught :|)
 
on mxe+xanax+90minuteipadogfishheadshit

wattching alll the episodes of cosmos all the way through until I fall asleep :)

good vibrations came from the sun today
 
I am a transplant Never Knows Best

I have been here long enough to have a FEEL for the naitivity. <3

I wanted to point out the paresthesia I attain from alcohol is 100% comparable to the paresthesia I gain from ketamine.

Does anyone else feel like that? I would have said NO for the last four years (since during then I was on suboxone), but now I really do feel like that.
 
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I am a transplant
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Which is quite normal for a Californian. I guess we can't convert you entirely to our dialect, like my mother, who has lived here for the majority of her life, can pronounce words in ways that I am incapable of, like the Midwest native she is.

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Ahhh you do eat real food Never! I knew a man of your otherwise impeccable tastes must eat more than condensed soup and bog scrapings! Avocados I dig....at least one day. Just a little salt, pepper, and lemon or lime juice....mmmm....alone great too. As well as on toast...even makes bog scrapings go down pretty easy!
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I just got lazy about cooking at some point, and years ago I dabbled in fine dining, but no one I knew wanted to drop $50+ on a meal, and going by yourself can get lonely.

As I love to remind people, I once literally ate gold, it was part of this dessert, it was spice cake and tonka bean ice cream, topped with gold leaf with both cassis & raspberry gelees on the side. Going backwards from there I had some underwhelming venison as an entree (the accompanying potatoes and carrots were better); the appetizer involved foie gras and capers on brioche (delicious); there was also foie gras crème brûlée as an amuse-bouche (they are definitely not meant to be combined).

Then, after finishing my meal, the people at the next table called me over, wanting to know what kinda young man goes alone to some full formal wear, blue chip restaurant on a Saturday night. They ordered me an irish coffee while we chatted about life, and this marvelous country club I should join. I affected an aristocratic accent for this, while greatly embellishing the details of my life, I would have felt bad afterwards, but when they responded to an honest bit by praising my wisdom in choosing to "mingle with the common people" or somesuch rubbish, I knew they deserved the BS.
 
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I bought speed for like second time in my life. Is it best to dose orally for studying?
 
Managed a rather odd day at work on 10mg of 4-Ho-MiPT. Working largely by myself in a dusty 1970's building (trust me, 1970's buildings in Australia are just brown monstrosities) listening to Burial and experiencing some truly mystical sensory/environmental cross-pollination. Quite unnecessary and yet welcome :) I have consumed a further 10mgs and a very low dose of AMT. Duelling my own vintage receptors.

Breakdancing firemen are being summoned.

:)
 
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Yes, I live a bit south of the southern suburbs of Perth , Western Australia, where the majority of things that are fun are illegal. It was tricky to find a site that shipped Sally here.
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A belated reply and jovial hello to a fellow australien though I am from the east (ie Melbourne). Have you thought of growing salvia? It is not, or wasn't at least- not that difficult to grown, and I daresay that the difficulty of growing it has not changed in the last several few years.

I just got SO fucking confused :)

I am grateful that the Japanese have been 'banned' from whaling in the Southern ocean for 'research'. I am really 'happy'.

':)'
 
^'bout darned time, what entity put an end to Japan's ill-concealed poaching? I must send thankful vibes their way.

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(trust me, 1970's buildings in Australia are just brown monstrosities
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Can you find some example pics on the google? I'd like to see.

And have you asked if the admins can change your name to Willow, or is the 11 meaningful?
 
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^International Court of Justice.

Okay, some grim pictures:

This is Monash University in Clayton

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This is the edifice known as the Robert Menzies Building on said campus- this is a place where the ready availability of windows is a truly terrible idea:

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Regarding the 11, it is virtually meaningless to me- this account was started by my girlfriend, hence the relatively feminine quality of the name itself, and the 11 means something to her related to thelema. I didn't think admin would actually change my name anyway?
 
11 is a cool number in my opinion. its a palindrome, and its like super meta prime. like its the 5th prime, and 5 is a prime number. and 5 is the 3rd prime, and 3 is also a prime, and 3 is the 2nd prime and 2 is also a prime, and etc

that was hard as fuck to explain cuz i'm high but i think you can get wat i'm sayin
 
I want to visit Australia one day. You Aussies know hows the visa system nowadays, how long can I stay there if I dont work? Or do I need to get a job to stay there more than a month or two? I could ask my friend tho as he's been living there for a year or something. He's somewhere in Victoria, near Melbourne. Quite an adventure for just a little over 20 year old guy from little city from Finland to just leave everything and start a new life in the other side of the world. He found a girlfriend there too and they're coming to visit Finland this summer, im excited to see one of my best friends.
 
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Which is quite normal for a Californian. I guess we can't convert you entirely to our dialect, like my mother, who has lived here for the majority of her life, can pronounce words in ways that I am incapable of, like the Midwest native she is.



I just got lazy about cooking at some point, and years ago I dabbled in fine dining, but no one I knew wanted to drop $50+ on a meal, and going by yourself can get lonely.

As I love to remind people, I once literally ate gold, it was part of this dessert, it was spice cake and tonka bean ice cream, topped with gold leaf with both cassis & raspberry gelees on the side. Going backwards from there I had some underwhelming venison as an entree (the accompanying potatoes and carrots were better); the appetizer involved foie gras and capers on brioche (delicious); there was also foie gras crème brûlée as an amuse-bouche (they are definitely not meant to be combined).

Then, after finishing my meal, the people at the next table called me over, wanting to know what kinda young man goes alone to some full formal wear, blue chip restaurant on a Saturday night. They ordered me an irish coffee while we chatted about life, and this marvelous country club I should join. I affected an aristocratic accent for this, while greatly embellishing the details of my life, I would have felt bad afterwards, but when they responded to an honest bit by praising my wisdom in choosing to "mingle with the common people" or somesuch rubbish, I knew they deserved the BS.
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I have always enjoyed eating out, but these days I get much more satisfaction from cooking for myself....and more bang for the buck. You can get pretty creative on minimal dollar thingys. I am big on foraged foods, when I am living far from cities, which has been as of late and as of before. (note: there are still plenty of foragbles found in metropolitan areas). I ate pretty much on the sustenance diet for a good portion of my twenties...I think my then heroin/coke/meth habit *might* have had something to do with such)...

My fondness for sumptuous foods grew exponentially after a few years of prison food.....I would like to think anybody's would, but based on my experience the majority of my fellow inmates were eating comparatively well inside compared to their diets before ("mmm this moulded Salisbury steak ((that was actually made of "mechanically separated turkey" (((???))) as were all "meaty" protein stuffs)) doused with semen-esque gravy is grrrreat dawg!")....

Don't ever feel bad about affectations, especially around posh cunts....write short stories instead. You have a way. Use it.

I'll raise you on your gold eating. I once ate a meteorite....it was small, and well curved, gentle for me GI tract. I am an astronomy dork....always wanted one. Found one online for $600, kept it around, and then one day on LSD I was holding it, marveling at the path it took around the universe, and fantasized it ricocheting around the galaxy until it found it's way into my hands. From their it was only a logical jump to have it bounce into my mouth....navigating it's way through my body....I fished it out of my shit the next day and proudly kept it close for some time. My house burned down later, and the meteorite was lost....of course it was still there, but buried amidst an inverted crater I'd like to think was of it's own doing. I daresay that was one of my better moves, ever, if not the best. That is what I would like to be remembered by, ok? Put that on my tombstone, along with a diagram showing it's course from there to uhhh....there. Maybe someday in 2400 it will be found again....
 
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