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Life with out the odd bit of K…sucks. I've been off the scene for a bit in London and can get "K" but its not K its something else.
I miss the nice experiences with K, all these other stuff out there is so boring
Anyone know what I can do?
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2017-12-31 – something to think about if you accept the UN definitions of an adult as >18 years of age, this means that on NYE; every adult alive will have been born in the 20th century; and every child in the 21st (but it will only be true for this day alone..)
How crazy can the new youg generation b, breathing Butane gas???!!!!!! I have one of my trusted friend in my city who where diagnosed last december with different cancers from one day to an other and died 3 weeeks later from an epilepsie crisis (I was even happy she didn't died from the cancers finnally).
It was a 60 years old lady and her Doctor was giving her oxycontin, so she
didn't have any sickness until it was to late... lever , brain, lungs cancer, but it started much before with bone cancer without the Dr diagnosed it, cuz he thought the pain was from a foot operation she had.
Anyway, thats not the reason I am sharing that, it's for a 30 years old friend who was the closest friend of that old lady who can't accept her death and is destroying his life now by taking all sorts of drugs, but one of them I just can't understand : BUTANE GAS FOR LIGHTERS !!!
Wtf is that? He is breathing Butane gas to get high???? it makes me just very scary now i have seen that for him.
Do someone know if this is dangerous getting high by breathing butane gas for lighters?
According to this German survey, I will live until 83,9 years TBH I think this is a bit overoptimistic (it did not ask me whether I smoked for one thing) - if I get anywhere near this age and my mind and body are still working I would seriously consider repenting my sins and going to Mass regularly again, as it would be near enough a miracle (maybe I would try and get part time work as an AV/computer technician for the chapel in Bavaria that also has a paricularly good restaurant and brewery within a few hundred metres :) )
https://www.7jahrelaenger.de/lebenserwartungsrechner/
US : Inventor of red solo cup dies at age 84 TBH I've never seen one of these outside of a USA movie still showing a "college party" scene, not even in the increasingly Americanised UK supermarket at the top of my road (ASDA==British Walmart).
Then again in UK and Europe the legal age for drinking alcohol is 18 so there is much less need for young adults to hide what they are drinking, and no shame in drinking out of a bottle or can if there is not any other suitable glassware available... (it has been rare since late 1970s to see kegs of beer being served at British parties as the poor quality of it made the UK an international laughing stock).
It is now possible to get polypins and other bulk supplies of good real ale for your party, but implies the folk attending it are going to be mature enough to use proper drinking vessels :laugh_at:
The inventor of the red solo cup, Robert Leo Hulseman, has died at the age of 84 | The Independent
The Big Question: Why does Alain Robert climb the world’s tallest buildings, and how. Did a skyscraper in China dressed as spiderman to lessen his chances of being seriously punished when he got to the top. He's been abnned from most parts of the world for a few years from almost every skyscraper he's climbed and once even stopped around the 60th floor af one building, knocking on the window and asking for a drink of water...................................
In an interview I saw him do as part of a documentary he said he started climbing to get over his fear of heights but while this takes a lot of endurance, climbing a skyscraper is pretty easy compared to climbing an irregular rock face that doesn't have continues holds everywhere. You're unqyestionably gonna die if you make a mistake but at the level of stamina he has, and he's still a veyr good climber, it's unlikely he's gonna ever make a mistake (unlike Dan Osmond and many other climbers who have free soloed large rock faces. And as you've all so patiently read this (perhaps) I'll reward you with a clip of Dan Osmond in the next post, after you've actually read the article ;).
The Big Question: Why does Alain Robert climb the world's tallest buildings, and how does he do it? | Profiles | News | The Independent
Metaphysics Authors Who are some of your favorite writers/writings regarding the soul, death, rebirth ect?
For me Alan Watts is primo as far as nonduality goes and the Tibtetan book of the Dead and the bardo is a trip.
[username], whats your ideal day in/out? Everyone has to have an activity they like, be it picking your nose or sky diving with a ironing board.
For me, my ideal day would be fishing in the morning until 2pm, go have a massive feed, go have 2 pints, sleep for about 45 minutes. Then by about 3:30pm I'm ready for fun, tea, cannarbis in abundance........and skateboarding.
So pray tell, whats you ideal day?1234
Food Addiction is real you guys, no joke Alright, I don't want to sound like a downer but I have been a food addict since I was about 10. All I can remember is overeating and stuffing my face full of disgusting food to make myself happy. But good news! I am finally getting myself straightened out! A few years ago, I went in for a physical and weighed 265lbs. When I saw that huge number, I knew I had to stop and do something about it. I started seeing a nutritionist and got on a hardcore diet and am now under 190lbs because of it. I never exercised, just plain old walking around at work. I used to fit into a size 26 (I'm female) and now I'm down to a size 12 and still going down. I recently had surgery to remove my excess skin and a breast lift and I feel fantastic! I eat healthy and I exercise constantly at work now...ironically I work at a grocery store so my job is sort of helping me become desensitized to crap food.
I wanted to post this so people in the wood work can possibly come out and be honest about their food addictions. It's nothing to be ashamed of. There are people who get addicted to all kinds of things, porn, drugs, sex...People like to joke about being addicted to food and while that joking around doesn't bother me, it just means that it's a very real problem for some of us. My favorite foods to binge on were boxed macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, potato chips, doritos...you name it, I could probably binge on it. I recently kicked soda and I am so thankful that I got that out of my system. Soda was a huge problem for me, so much so, that I was buying it and hiding it in my room so that my roommates didn't know how much I was really drinking. I used to hide food as well.
Since my diet, I now view food as a source of energy and not necessarily a source of happiness. I sound cliche I know but I do not attend Over-eaters Anonymous or any support group. I just follow my diet plan and educate myself on how I can better use my energy and food to support myself. I'm not one of those "only buy organic food" creepers or hardcore fitness people. I just thought I would share my success story in hopes that some of you can come out and talk to someone who has been down that terrible road and maybe I can help in some way. Thanks for reading. Happy posting!
Deja-Vu In-Tuned With My Acid Use
The Inner-Thoughts of Brethus:
Deja-Vu Misconstrues
Living life is harder for some, than it is for others. Mind manipulation can completely derail the tracks of a person's mental state. Like me, for example, I fell into a heavy depression due to my grandparents death and smoked weed to feel enlightened but took LSD to live in the moment.
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When acid was first introduced to me I instantly fell in love with the feelings and visuals I experienced. About every 2 days I would take more acid upping the dosage to feel the sensations taking away the pain I felt thinking of my deceased grandparents.
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Anyway. As I indulged in frequent use of LSD, and psilocybin mushrooms for that matter, the world around me became more, controllable, in a way. Every now and again there would be days where I would get severe cases of Deja-vu that would stop me in my tracks and make me do a double take.
What stopped me was that when the Deja-Vu moments occurred I remembered specifically dreaming of that exact moment in time but maybe weeks to months before the date it happened.
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As time passed the acid was still being fully used it and just kept getting worse and worse with Deja-Vu moments, tracers, and I eventually self diagnosed myself with HPPD (Hallucinogen Persisting Perception Disorder). Although it makes me a hypochondriac I still till' this day know I suffered various effects from the disorder.
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After a break from my psychedelics the effects eventually passed on and were unnoticeable, however, I could occasionally predict what was going to happen a few seconds to a minute before the event occurred.
What is this life and how is it really ran?
I don't even know what questions to ask anymore.
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The effects withered away after some time when I decided to take a psychedelic break for a while. Even now most of the effects have past but on rare occasion I still get that strong sense of Deja-Vu and wonder if it will ever fully go away.
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Mind Blowing!!!!!
Have a history teacher explain this if they can.
Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.
Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost a child while living in the White House.
Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.
Now it gets really weird.
Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.
Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.
Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.
John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.
Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.
Now hang on to your seat.
Lincoln was shot at the theater named "Ford."
Kennedy was shot in a car called "Lincoln" made by "Ford."
Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.
And here's the "kicker":
A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with/in Marilyn Monroe.
AND...................:
Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse...
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater...
Un-Fucking-Believable So as you all know by now I have ongoing mental health and drug addiction issues.
I've been battling this for years and have gone in and out of phases of seeking professional help.
I've hit crisis point lately, thinking about and planning my suicide quite a lot. In the past for some reason, maybe because it so common for me, my suicidal desires have never alarmed the professionals. Until now...
On Saturday I would have made an actual attempt at killing myself had my girlfriend not physically prevented me from doing so, but later that day I found myself in the primary care team's clinic, being risk assessed. I was able to tell them, without emotion as I'd already done my grieving for myself, exactly which piece of railway I was going to kill myself on, the train number and time of the day I had observed that it passed this particular piece of railway. I told them (with my girlfriend present) that I was waiting for her to move out then no-one would be able to prevent me. The level of detail and specifics certainly grabbed their attention.
I told them I am heavily addicted to weed, and have been for a number of years and that I frequently use benzodiazepines to combat my anxiety and insomnia, but this had never crossed into addiction, as I am able to abruptly stop use after a binge without any withdrawal symptoms. I confessed that I have at some point tried most drugs out there either for fun or as an escape. But I stated that the weed is the biggest part of my addiction by a long shot and that is what I don't have the willpower to resist, especially while I have numerous outside factors stressing me out currently.
Now it goes without question, even to me, the addict, that daily smoking of high strength cannabis was seriously hindering my ability to recover.
Now for the reason of the thread title; I was informed I may not be addicted enough to warrant any rehab! WTF! Additionally they told me they would rather me continue smoking weed for now and cut out the benzodiazepines completely. I was gobsmacked; I reiterated that the benzos were used as legitimately as if the doctor had prescribed them and the weed is what I was using on pretty much an involuntary basis.
They repeated that I should continue with the weed and not the benzos. Does that make sense to anyone else, I still can't get my head round it.
Anyway I'm being reassessed by a psychiatrist on Friday to review my medication (currently Mirtazapine) and to then draw up a care plan to aid in my recovery.123
powerful life story of bronx girl Beauty’s lime-green tights set her apart from the dreariness of a street lined with parked semi-trucks and empty walls topped with razor wire. She was working, waiting for men who would pay her for sex. It was March of 2012, and she had been in Hunts Point, in the Bronx borough of New York City, only a few months. I was a year into a project photographing and documenting the lives of street addicts.
She approached me with a broad smile and a want to talk. After an hour of listening, I asked her the question I asked everyone: “How do you want to be described?”
“Like in one sentence?”
“Yes, one sentence.”
Beauty
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Beauty in the Bronx, 2013. Photograph: Chris Arnade
“I’m a good person. I don’t like to see anyone down. I like to make people happy.” She smiled, “Yo, that is like three sentences, but you a writer, right? So you can turn that shit into one sentence.”
For the next three years, as my project deepened, I looked forward to my time with Beauty. Mostly it was late-night conversations on empty streets, but being her friend also meant spending time in hospitals, prisons and other sad institutions.
She had it rough – beaten by men, selling sex to survive, and living under bridges, on roofs, in shelters. Yet she didn’t feel sorry for herself. She didn’t want or expect sympathy, because she wasn’t a victim. She was Beauty, she had it pretty good, and she could never imagine things weren’t going to get better.
I loved listening to her: the quick wit, and her nonstop stories told in a voice closer to singing than talking. She made me, and everyone else, laugh about things that had no right to be funny. She would spin a 15-minute soliloquy, her arms waving and her face one big smile, about having no home, about riding the subway at night to sleep and staying away from men trying to grab her in the dark:
“Of course I pissed in my pants. Yo. I can’t just whip out my dick, riding between rolling cars, and piss into a tunnel. The 2 train doesn’t have toilets and sinks. You understand? I got to let it loose in my pants. I done jumped the turnstile once, and I ain’t gonna do it again, so I just go. You got to. It be like, at first, damn that is warm, and then I forget about it, because it just pee.”
She could be lost to rage, but a rage every other New Yorker understands, one that comes from not suffering fools, especially people who take themselves far too seriously. “Yo. Are the cops being real? Throwing me a disorderly conduct, when all I was doing was just sitting on the wall sipping a grape soda? Grape soda, straight up. Not mixed with anything. They always hasseling me for being me.”
Whenever I saw her, I made the offer I make everyone I work with in the Bronx: I will drive them away from Hunts Point to anywhere in the US. This Christmas, Beauty asked to be driven back to Oklahoma City, to stay with her mother...
Bronx Beauty: struggling with addiction, my friend still made it home | Society | The Guardian
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