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I've always wonder with PST whether it would be worth putting the solution through an 100% pure acetone solution and then drying the hell out of the resulting material.

What would you end up with?
 
It's a wash, not an extraction

That's it exactly - that and everything else Spacejunk described about PST.

The more the seeds soak up water, the more they will release their own inner oils which lead to a revolting taste and can make you feel quite ill.

Go for speed, and two to three WASHES without excessive water.

Better still, don't go there if you're not already. PST is just diluted poppy latex which is, essentially, opium. Get enough of it and it's as strong as you want it to be. As pointed out, it's unpredictable and can pack a mega punch OR do not much at all.

As a side note: I love the descriptions we're getting here re. the taste/smell of PST... old library books, piss, spoiled milk. Classic. But funny or not really, the truth is I crave that shit sometimes so much I'd eat an old library book just to get a taste:p ... Shift+R improves the quality of this image. Shift+A improves the quality of all images on this page.
 
oh, and apparently Shift and R improves images... not sure where that came from but there you go.
 
I really don't mind the taste of PST with milk and honey and just slightly warmed about for about 2-5 minutes prior to collection super low heat, just warmed through. Lemon/pineapple juice curdles the milk but if you go that route I still add the honey to the resulting mix of juice/water. There are far worse tasting brews out there than PST. I don't have a method I like more I just go with whatever I feel like drinking. The lemon/pineapple juice is nice but at night I like warm PST with milk and honey.:)

Essentially your washing the alkaloids from the seeds, that is why the seeds are often washed prior to being packaged, to reduce opiate content. Unwashed seeds are best, or dried seed pod contents even better. As stated above excessive soaking does nothing for the brew and does make it taste quite a bit more rank vs a few quick washes. I like to simmer on low heat for a few minutes and collected the fluid a couple of times. Just add enough to cover the seeds. Let stand for a couple of minutes minutes before heating each wash. When warm fluid is collected from a couple washes add milk and honey. Tastes best warm. Personally I don't mind the taste of PST, compared to San Pedro or Yaje it's delicious lmao.

I used to soak the crap out of the seeds in pineapple juice when I first started making PST or more correctly poppy seed and pineapple juice. The techniques outlined by spacejunk are far more preferable than just soaking in juice for ages and drinking the resulting concoction. Note: I don't do this very often but it can be nice in winter when you want a good nights sleep and your back is playing up with the honey and milk. The pineapple or lemon juice I like during summer for a lazy arvo with a few hot one's. Probably posted this someplace on here before but meh...

Sour milk and distilled urine, I guess so... Maybe we should have a pepsi challenge? LMAO. AFA I agree with your approximate dosage of 400-500 grams. Seems to work well with that amount of seeds.
 
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so after having maybe upwards of 3-5 points a day for at least 1 month if not two months off the back of every second day use I've finally come off harry and fuck its awful/ i've been withdrawing all day long despite trying to induct with bupe, 4mg and then 2mg. After 7 hours of withdrawls they've lessen but the bupe (about 9-12 mg take so far) isn't holding me like it used.

fuuuuuuuu

hopefully tomorrow is better
 
Omg the op said what I have been thinking for YEARS on the original thread. That bullshit from trainspotting about heroin rush feeling like 1000 orgasms is a load of crap. For us junkies no one captures the true essence of what it feels like to be a junky like William Burroughs. Its a complex and very unique typeof suffering that is all too often stereotyped and pushed into this simple one dimensioned addict archetype. Ur average person who has never been under the spell of the poppy only knows the requiem and trainspotting junky because they are simple and easy to swallow. Easy to stigmatize and fear. Platitudes from trainspotting like "heroin is like your best orgasm times 1000" are repeated endlessly but meaningless. The sexual act is the essence of new life and creation, the manifestation of love. Heroin is the essence of decay and entropy, the chemical manifestation of deaths. Polar opposites The junky is a complex creature ethereal and odd with a brand of pain and despair oh so hard to capture. He is a hideous and strange yet beautifully tragic creature so alien to the unititiated masses that he feels like hes from interzone as he wanders through society. Borroughs nails it. As Neil young said so poetically "every junky's like a setting sun".

But I cant concur with ur opinion that smack isn't all that addictive. Certain people just have something about them... Idk if its chemical or has to do with their personalities or maybe its a childhood trauma reaction... but for certain people once u try it u know u just altered the course of ur existence permanently. It just fits like something you've craved since conception and never knew it. It just fills this empty space inside and latches on. I will always think of that rush from time to time even if I am clean for a hundred years I will have those dark moments when there's a sleepy pleasant tug at some primal reptilian bit of my subconscious mind. Its some long dormant monster that feeds like a parasite on my willpower, my dignity, my rational mind and everything that makes me human. It lies asleep forever in those poor souls. We are its chosen people. A depraved 13th tribe hand picked at the dawn of time by some twisted black Messiah of the damned. It would sleep forever were it not for the sublimely soft siren song of the poppy. Like a chant from some ancient necromomic text in chemical form; its structure refined, its route of administration honed through the ages until it finds the perfect pattern of sylabic atomic structure to call it forth. Unholy union of sound and form, for once the plunger hits zero you've awakened the beast. He will become your god. All powerful and full of fiery abrahamic old testament wrath. Devouring worlds like Shiva. Hedon Bacchus. Ravenously feeding on your very humanity. Be glad ur not one of us. I dream about shooting up. I feel the rush in my sleep. I fetishize the needle like a masochist for his dominatrix. If I don't smoke pot for a while I start to forget what it felt like. The sensation fades from memory and dies. Same with coke benzos alcohol psychedelics and every other drug. I will never forget that opiate rush. Burned into me its a haunting memory like a murdered lover.
The abhorrece toward this self mutilating ritual long overuled by the pavlovian thrill the sting of the needle implies when im withdrawing. Giddy from the expectation quelling the shakes. Already sickly sweet pleasure like rancid meat to a starving dog. The ritual has become intestinguishable from the sensation. Stimulus and response fusing in euphoric placebo. The sting gives nonchemical pleasure based on potential. Real because i believe it into existence. But still real. manifested into being from mind. Like god. No pleasure without pain. You must punish to reward. You deserve it. You are sick. The attack before the note. The cloud of milky crimson expanding like a mushroom cloud as u draw back to register. The violent red moving slowly through the yeilding brown is merely a chemical illusion. It does not become you. There is no victory. The careful push. Dont miss a drop. Pushing slow and theres no sting when it exits. Only a few seconds now oooooooh please be good. Onee-and-u-two-e-and-u-three-e-and-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. No more restless agony. It is good. It begins. Sinks warm into the pit ofnyour stomach and rises to your chest. Breathing slow now. Warm embrace. Its all around you now. Spreading through your limbs like warm sleepy syrup.

This ritual of lost souls with me forever like hail Marys and our fathers from sister Catherine. Its all religion in some twisted way. Faith is not pure forever. One day you suffer. Suffering then doubt. Strange thoughts now. Bits of Sunday classes. God the father. God is love. This is good. A rock of ages is a fixed point forever. You sin and move away. The distance is pain. Move back to the rock. Faith was so easy then. So simple. Of course father is God. They tell me so. It is so. Innocence was bliss. So easy to believe. It all felt so real.
Now there is only doubt. I have suffered and suffered. Faith became strange stories. Myths and symbols are only as simple as the beholder. They become as life becomes. Layers fall each year each more complex like snow. Baroque encryptions safeguarding salvation from the apathetic hordes. You must lose it to find it. Or was it ever there?. Now you must make it real. Endless equations with missing variables. Insert faith here. Make it real. BELIEVE.
But I have become weak. Heroin is God fornthe weak. A fixed point. Its always there. I move away it hurts. I move closer its good. It feels so real. Realer than anything now. Pleasure and pain are real. The needle feels real. The blood and the rush are real. Its all there like before. The powerful rock of pleasure and pain. The distance ratio. And it feels real like before too. So real and its so easy again. God for the weak. And it feels so fucking good. For now.
 
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dat shit cray

But i love it and gunna copypasta it and use it while pretending im some sort of drug poet




Srsly tho did u write that your self gotzy?
 
Damn I was up all night tweaking on crack thats some weird shit even to me. Think I lost my train of thought with the last part. I feel like I started that triply gibberish like five minutes ago. That was 4 hours. I gotta chill and sleep. Thx man feel free to claim it if u want its nothing 2 b proud of
 
I duno what books are but you got talent there bro

Start up a blog and whenever your tweaking just make some mad posts about whatevs, as long as you write it with those descriptive words im sure youl get followers.

You can actually earn quite decent side money from blogging if using google adwords or something similar.

Keep it up
 
AFA- read "naked lunch" or "junky" by William s Burroughs.
They seem to be in most book stores (what's left of them) these days
I think you'd enjoy.
 
Isn't there a movie called Naked Lunch, directed by David Cronenberg (I think? He's a good director) is it based on the Burroughs book?
 
^ yeah, it's very loosely based on the book - more on Burroughs real life, actually.
It's very surreal, and a great film too.
His story is about as fascinating (if not moreso) than his writing IMHO.
All makes for good reading/viewing though.
I love the book and the film, but they're pretty different narratives (if you could discern a narrative from Naked Lunch the book...!)
 
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Cheers spacey, ill have a look into them sounds right up my ally

Im guessing this bloke was a junkie at some point
 
He lived to 82 and was an addict for most of his life, so yeah.
A true counter-culture original....if not the Grand Old Man of the underground. Godfather to the Beats etc etc.

"Literary Outlaw" by Ted Morgan is a fucking amazing biography of his life, for anyone than can track it down.

Very "respectable" too...
william-s-burroughs.jpg
 
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Slander!
Beatnik was mass media stereotype.
This chap was the real deal.
Helped break down 'obscenity' laws and usher in the massive cultural shift in the west through the late 50s and onwards.
Before Naked Lunch was published, it was a legal offence to write the word "fuck" on a printed page.
As culturally significant a figure as there was in the 20th century.
 
Aww heck, maybe you've got me on facts or some other mystical bullshit.
 
Hopefully a step in the right direction anyway k-man.

I hope you can get a handle on your use.
All the best, buddy.
 
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