⭐️ Social ⭐️ The Stimulant Social Parlor. A place to talk about nearly anything. If you don't break forum and site rules, I'll allow it! Potential triggers inside!

[VerbalTruist]

So you thought you'd share the PTSD?!

Good to share the pain.

Has a Big pharma commercial vibe for some new anti-depression drug with a ton of side effect warnings.

Indeed.

fucking hilarious that you're sore over a point on a website.

i'm drunk not stimulated and i feel no one on this thread is truly fucked on stimulants cos i could never see in this much detail when i was past day 3 up on crack.like i don't get how this thread works. is everyone else able to see on stimulants? while i was in early recovery i did discover that my sight was fucked, i'd alwys put my vision being blurry down to pupil dilation on heroin and it turned out i really needed glasses. but i still feel like seeing text on a screen is probably beyond my brain when i've been smoking that beautiful/fucking horrible/lovely/awful rock

This is a place to talk shit or put shit (if you're a mod) that needs a home. You don't have to be high. It's more than that, but it is also that. Read the first post and my stuff in the staff forum about it. I need to work on the description again. I feel stimulated typing this much.

 

[December Flower]

And to help out my man Tony, the trash was made out of high tech bombs his own company made. I doubt Elon could build a Tesla in a cave filled with wrecked telsa parts.

Don't get me wrong, I love Stan Lee,
but he and logic are not exactly the best pals

 

[Mr. Krinkle]

fucking hilarious that you're sore over a point on a website.

i'm drunk not stimulated and i feel no one on this thread is truly fucked on stimulants cos i could never see in this much detail when i was past day 3 up on crack.like i don't get how this thread works. is everyone else able to see on stimulants? while i was in early recovery i did discover that my sight was fucked, i'd alwys put my vision being blurry down to pupil dilation on heroin and it turned out i really needed glasses. but i still feel like seeing text on a screen is probably beyond my brain when i've been smoking that beautiful/fucking horrible/lovely/awful rock

see there ya go again trying to converse with me tanked on the job

lucky me

 

[Electrum1]

That's crazy dude. I have a good story. I'll share.

My first really good dealer was a tweaker who sat at his front door with a 9mm watching the door and tv. He had so many opioids and he put the gun away when I was around. He was convinced that the cops were watching him. Turns out he wasn't wrong. One day I go to pick up some Oxy and he answers the door. I'm invited in and he says I should hang out for a bit. I usually got high there and drove home. (I know, but a junkie's gotta get from point A to point B.) so it wasn't like I came and went. He sells me his last 10 80mg pills and was reupping the next day. His house was suspiciously clean and he lays it out for me. The Oxy is half price because it has to go soon. The cops are planning on hitting the house tomorrow. I ask how he knows this.

Apparently the police set up and watched the property on the property next lot over. He learns this from his mother who went to the store and saw their neighbor one property past the one occupied by the police. Neighbor says that there have been a lot of cops in and out recently on the property. The cops had come over and asked the neighbor about my dealer previously. Neighbor says he knows them but not well. The neighbor and his mom were close for while dude wasn't gonna narc on a guy he considered to be like family. The cops don't know this and had come by to tell the neighbor that in the morning things might "get loud" early in the morning at my dealer's house but that he shouldn't worry. They gave him a time! So neighbor tells dealer's mom who tells dealer.

Dealer cleans house and sells me the last of the drugs. I buy, hang out, and take a different road home. He tells me to come back in a couple of days, I waited 3 days, and went back. There is no door on the house when I go to knock and I am greeted by my dealer who has a SHIT EATING grin on his face. Cops served a no knock warrant and found literally nothing illegal. He shows me the warrant and is TOTALLY restocked. He eventually got caught with minor weight years later by then I was using heroin and living in another town. I was amazed the cops fucked it up that badly. There were times while he was under surveillance where my dealer would point out of a window and there would be someone with binoculars OBVIOUSLY watching the place. Dealer had the entrance to his property set up so that unless the cops parked on the road they wouldn't be able to catch a plate from a car coming in or see who was in it. He lived out in the sticks and there were a lot of ways to get to the house. Absolutely incompetant execution of observation and execution. I was astounded.

Lol, they're so dumb sometimes. I had a similar situation as your dealers neighbor. Two undercovers pretty much wearing Where's Waldo hats come up us when I lived on a college campus, and they ask if we knew anything about the neighbors and Heroin. Can't believe they didn't think we'd tell the neighbors. Guess they were correct though since we didn't due to the neighbors just being all around shitty people.

 

[VerbalTruist]

fucking hilarious that you're sore over a point on a website.

i'm drunk not stimulated and i feel no one on this thread is truly fucked on stimulants cos i could never see in this much detail when i was past day 3 up on crack.like i don't get how this thread works. is everyone else able to see on stimulants? while i was in early recovery i did discover that my sight was fucked, i'd alwys put my vision being blurry down to pupil dilation on heroin and it turned out i really needed glasses. but i still feel like seeing text on a screen is probably beyond my brain when i've been smoking that beautiful/fucking horrible/lovely/awful rock

see there ya go again trying to converse with me tanked on the job

lucky me

If you two are gonna get into it, all good.

Rules for the match:
No hitting below the belt.
Keep the ad hominem attacks to a minimum. You’re both more creative than that.
The drama that ensues in the thread stays in the thread. Don’t let it bleed over into the rest of BL.
Most importantly have some fun with it.

Edit: I forgot the bell. Ding! Ding! Have at it!

 

[Mr. Krinkle]

nope im not participating this time

 

[VerbalTruist]

nope im not participating this time

Fair enough.

 

[Mr. Krinkle]

fool me once shame on you.....

 

[acklac7]

Ok, I get that people have some serious Psychosis issues with Meth, I get that, but here's just a teeny-tiny bit of what has happened to me:

So, in an apparent state of "psychosis" I began to suspect the CIA had bugged my phone with Pegasus, and were spoofing my friends Instagram accounts in an attempt to "Spook" me. Well, they basically told me as much:

So then I'm like, "fuck-it you wanna play, you wanna play huh?":

So then I got some rest, and I'm like "you know what, I'll play nice":

And then, 4 days later:

And I’m all like “what the fuck, this can’t be happening, this can’t be real life!

So then I’m like “you know what, I need a paper check, this can’t be real”:

And then, three days later:

Then, I’m like talking to Stephen Kappes on Instagram and shit:

So then I have this GENIUS idea to get custom “CEEIAYE” (CIA) License Plates, you know, to have epic lulz with the CIA, right?

So I put a little note in my memo on my phone, you know, so I wouldn’t forget right?

And I get home an hour later, open up my notepad, and WTF, my memo has now somehow changed!?

So then I go and apply for a job at the CIA:

Shoot them a message on Instagram letting them know I applied:

And then make this comment in regards them watching my absolutely outrageous Instagram Stories I’ve been doing over the past year, chronicling all the INSANE things that have been going on in my life:

So the next day I go to log into Instragram, right? And right when I log in I see the CIA Seal go flashing across my Instragram Storyboard, right? Like “WHAT.THE.FUCK!? DID THE CIA JUST POST A STORY THE EXACT SECOND I LOGGED IN!? WHAT! I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE!”

So I click on the Story, right? And I get this:

I mean WTF!

But all-in-all, thinking back, it was all probably just “Meth Psychosis”, right?

 

[Lysosomalstorage]

Mad he became deputy director if he's accidentally saying his own name over Instagram chat during surveillance.

 

[acklac7]

Also, I don't know if any of you have been keeping tabs on the Agency, but we have one hell of an amazing individual at the helms right now:

Mad he became deputy director if he's accidentally saying his own name over Instagram chat during surveillance.

He had major beef with how the Agency was being run. Not sure on the specifics, but he did not like how the Agency was being run. At all.

 

[acklac7]

Eat Good Foods (Especially Fruit)

Don’t consume Sugary Drinks.

Vigorously Exercise Everyday.

Soak in a 104 Degree Hottub for an hour+ every night. Let your body heat-up, but keep your brain-case (relatively) cool.

Take 500mg of St. Johns Wort, 10MG of Celexa, a Multivitamin and 1000CC’s of Vitamin C everyday, too.

That’s how you do it. That’s how you grow-your-brain. That’s why they respect me. That’s why I got hired-on. I got special powers n shit…

Stimulants - Self Medicating ADHD With Meth

And you're high-tech, huh? I bet... I can't impart your tone, which makes high-stress / high-stakes conversations increasingly difficult without a voice-to-voice communica I don’t get stressed. Stress makes you perspire. And we’ve learned the hard way about what our enemies might be able to...

bluelight.org

 

[Jabberwocky]

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Man. You are totally funked right now. I hope you are having fun. I love it when my brain can work but my body won’t respond. It gives me empathy for people with Cerebral Palsy and the like.

Ketamine perfect for this experience.

I think i get your point though…

 

[Jabberwocky]

Good to share the pain.

Indeed.

This is a place to talk shit or put shit (if you're a mod) that needs a home. You don't have to be high. It's more than that, but it is also that. Read the first post and my stuff in the staff forum about it. I need to work on the description again. I feel stimulated typing this much.

Ha ha. I worked out what you are doing here. You cunning bastard.

You are creating an Alternate Abyss for people who hate the one in the Lounge and slowly siphoning out all the smart, decent members untIl Management can spring the trap on the remaining fucktards over there and delete it and them before they realise what’s happened.

I like it! But make a No-Video rule for this one or it’ll end up the same way!

 

[VerbalTruist]

Ha ha. I worked out what you are doing here. You cunning bastard.

You are creating an Alternate Abyss for people who hate the one in the Lounge and slowly siphoning out all the smart, decent members untIl Management can spring the trap on the remaining fucktards over there and delete it and them before they realise what’s happened.

I like it! But make a No-Video rule for this one or it’ll end up the same way!

I am happy to consider this rule. Please provide examples of why it should be implemented.

 

[VerbalTruist]

Ok, I get that people have some serious Psychosis issues with Meth, I get that, but here's just a teeny-tiny bit of what has happened to me:

So, in an apparent state of "psychosis" I began to suspect the CIA had bugged my phone with Pegasus, and were spoofing my friends Instagram accounts in an attempt to "Spook" me. Well, they basically told me as much:

So then I'm like, "fuck-it you wanna play, you wanna play huh?":

So then I got some rest, and I'm like "you know what, I'll play nice":

And then, 4 days later:

And I’m all like “what the fuck, this can’t be happening, this can’t be real life!

So then I’m like “you know what, I need a paper check, this can’t be real”:

And then, three days later:

Then, I’m like talking to Stephen Kappes on Instagram and shit:

So then I have this GENIUS idea to get custom “CEEIAYE” (CIA) License Plates, you know, to have epic lulz with the CIA, right?

So I put a little note in my memo on my phone, you know, so I wouldn’t forget right?

And I get home an hour later, open up my notepad, and WTF, my memo has now somehow changed!?

So then I go and apply for a job at the CIA:

Shoot them a message on Instagram letting them know I applied:

And then make this comment in regards them watching my absolutely outrageous Instagram Stories I’ve been doing over the past year, chronicling all the INSANE things that have been going on in my life:

So the next day I go to log into Instragram, right? And right when I log in I see the CIA Seal go flashing across my Instragram Storyboard, right? Like “WHAT.THE.FUCK!? DID THE CIA JUST POST A STORY THE EXACT SECOND I LOGGED IN!? WHAT! I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE!”

So I click on the Story, right? And I get this:

I mean WTF!

But all-in-all, thinking back, it was all probably just “Meth Psychosis”, right?

Uhm, yes, that looks like a clear cut case of psychosis to me. Do you suffer from any psychological issues? Honestly, whoever that was seemed like they were being cruel.

 

[acklac7]

Uhm, yes, that looks like a clear cut case of psychosis to me. Do you suffer from any psychological issues? Honestly, whoever that was seemed like they were being cruel.

The deposits, though? The paper-paycheck after I asked for one?

I mean, say for a minute it was just some random, "conincidental" screw-up on my ex-employers end: How on Gods Earth would they get my new Bank Account number with my new Bank?

I mean, yeah...

 

[VerbalTruist]

The deposits, though? The paper-paycheck after I asked for one?

I mean, say for a minute it was just some random, "conincidental" screw-up on my ex-employers end: How on Gods Earth would they get my new Bank Account number with my new Bank?

I mean, yeah...

Had you transferred money from the old bank account to the new? Or provided them with a check from the old account? Perhaps your banks share records in some way. That last part wouldn't shock me at all actually, as a means to keep track of fraud.

It looks like you have your paycheck auto deposited. Did you update your employer?

As for your request to fix the issue and get a paper check, that is done quite often.

 

[acklac7]

Uhm, yes, that looks like a clear cut case of psychosis to me. Do you suffer from any psychological issues? Honestly, whoever that was seemed like they were being cruel.

I get it, though, trust-me I get it. Like it all just doesn't seem real. It all just doesn't seem possible. It seems like something you'd see in a movie. Like I went through the "denial" phase myself: You just want to say it's not happening, that's it's psychosis, that's it's not real life.

And then you remember MKUltra, and you're like, wow, this is actually real, isn't it? This is actually happening...

MKUltra - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

 

[acklac7]

Had you transferred money from the old bank account to the new? Or provided them with a check from the old account? Perhaps your banks share records in some way. That last part wouldn't shock me at all actually, as a means to keep track of fraud.

No. I opened the new bank account 2 months after leaving my old job. There was no connection between the two. Even if there was, sort of coincidental that I start getting paid roughly 4 days after telling who I presume to be the CIA that I want to "go back to work"

And then you have the whole deal with the paper-check showing up after I asked for it? And then it was right back to direct-deposits? What?