Turpentine Report: grade of "E-"
(Report written some time between 4pm and 8pm Saturday afternoon-evening)
What is going on? I can't understand it.... I had these bogus dreams last night except they were so real and I was playing an impressive tune upon a bus card, of all things, and I was astounded by my ability to play so well when all of a sudden I look to my left and there's my brother playing it on a keyboard. I find Ren has a new site online and I send him an email because it's been a long time since we last heard from each other. Now I remember a dream fragment in which I figure out a tune and exclaim, "Peer Gynt!" "Not 'peer' Gynt, PAR Gynt! Like the Swedish would say! 'A' as in 'cat'!" Please forgive me, I am mildly high from hydrocarbon fumes.
I think I'm coming to a bit of a conclusion here. I am afraid of myself. I am afraid that children will see me and want to grow up to be just like me, or scarier still, not like me at all. They can rest assured that they will have something worth imitating, because when I'm through with myself, I will come out as a spectacular success.
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Okay, now I'm not high any more and I'm wondering what? why? etc.
To answer my confusion, I assert that inhaling solvents dissolves brain cells. Just to prove it, I'm gonna do an experiment. Okay, my experiment failed (I wanted to dissolve some fetta cheese in turps to see if the turps dissolves fats well, because my brain is fatty too, sort of like fetta cheese. The cheese has not dissolved and so maybe inhaling turpentine can't be all that bad for my brain...) Hmm, in any case, solvents smell bad. When I breathe turps for a while I smell like it for hours afterwards and I can taste it. It doesn't get me all that high and when I am high I tend to get excited about things I wouldn't normally get excited about (like destroying Bluelight during my few hilarious days of infamy), which is kind of dumb. I give this chemical an E- for recreational use, and the only thing stopping me from giving it an "F" (minus) is that we don't normally have "F" grades in Australian schools.
If I wanted to feel good I'd play my 3d shoot-em-up entitled "Marathon Infinity" in which I have some guns and shoot aliens, and hence feel like I'm saving the world, even though I'm not and may never ever get to. At least I will be saving my brain cells in the process -- although I'll have to take that fact for granted since my experiment failed. Turpentine: thumbs down, "boo, hiss," E-, etc.
(Report written some time between 4pm and 8pm Saturday afternoon-evening)
What is going on? I can't understand it.... I had these bogus dreams last night except they were so real and I was playing an impressive tune upon a bus card, of all things, and I was astounded by my ability to play so well when all of a sudden I look to my left and there's my brother playing it on a keyboard. I find Ren has a new site online and I send him an email because it's been a long time since we last heard from each other. Now I remember a dream fragment in which I figure out a tune and exclaim, "Peer Gynt!" "Not 'peer' Gynt, PAR Gynt! Like the Swedish would say! 'A' as in 'cat'!" Please forgive me, I am mildly high from hydrocarbon fumes.
I think I'm coming to a bit of a conclusion here. I am afraid of myself. I am afraid that children will see me and want to grow up to be just like me, or scarier still, not like me at all. They can rest assured that they will have something worth imitating, because when I'm through with myself, I will come out as a spectacular success.
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Okay, now I'm not high any more and I'm wondering what? why? etc.
To answer my confusion, I assert that inhaling solvents dissolves brain cells. Just to prove it, I'm gonna do an experiment. Okay, my experiment failed (I wanted to dissolve some fetta cheese in turps to see if the turps dissolves fats well, because my brain is fatty too, sort of like fetta cheese. The cheese has not dissolved and so maybe inhaling turpentine can't be all that bad for my brain...) Hmm, in any case, solvents smell bad. When I breathe turps for a while I smell like it for hours afterwards and I can taste it. It doesn't get me all that high and when I am high I tend to get excited about things I wouldn't normally get excited about (like destroying Bluelight during my few hilarious days of infamy), which is kind of dumb. I give this chemical an E- for recreational use, and the only thing stopping me from giving it an "F" (minus) is that we don't normally have "F" grades in Australian schools.
If I wanted to feel good I'd play my 3d shoot-em-up entitled "Marathon Infinity" in which I have some guns and shoot aliens, and hence feel like I'm saving the world, even though I'm not and may never ever get to. At least I will be saving my brain cells in the process -- although I'll have to take that fact for granted since my experiment failed. Turpentine: thumbs down, "boo, hiss," E-, etc.
