the mighty Black Amber, a LSD xtal that has rapidly become a legend within darknet markets. Sourced in real life from a bunch of travelling hippies, this is what some may call an "old school" acid strain. Synthesized in a secret small underground lab in Switzerland, I have been informed that they produce their own ergotamine from ergot rye ( Note that I can not confirm this point)
They make it in my country. In north america a lot of cereals are produced and the grain cleaning machines automatically seperate out an ergot kernals and they are just thrown away. I'm pretty sure there is one or two people converting all of this waste into LSD. the vendor selling this stuff is named GoingPostal.
[FONT=MS Reference Sans Serif]he had set up a lab and was putting out a really bad form of “black tar†LSD that gave everyone that tried it seizures.[/FONT]
Say you were running from the police, how effective would climbing a tree be? Cos they can't physically climb it to get you down, it'd just be a stand off to see who gives up first. I reckon they'd even have to provide you with food and water. Plus you could piss and shit on them from up there
Imagine drugging someone, then spraying something on their asshole to cause long lasting pain (at least anal rape level until they awoke) along with fake blood, leaving them to forever wonder whether they had been anally raped. Record the entire process just in case.
I had Lanny in mind when I thought of this; this is exemplary of only a minute fraction of the totality of reasons why I believe I'm incompatible with meaningful relations IRL (Online as well.).
What dose of valproate would you recommend for brain repair/growth without the sedation and cognitive dulling effects?
I was just waiting at the bus stop and there was an exceptionally angry paki ranting down the phone to someone, this is just a snippet - "SUCK YOUR MUM YOU WHORE, I'LL SUCK YOUR MUM'S PUSSY YOU BATTY GIRL, WAIT TIL I GET HOME AND I'M GUNA FUCK YOU, DON'T MESS WITH ME I'LL SLICE YOUR FUCKING THROAT". I feel sorry for whoever was expecting him
There was also something about a beheading and more general insults aimed at the persons mother. Bling would have been able to understand him better cos he was talking paki chav and I'm not too fluent in it
I love fat girls. They look kinda weird but it gives you more stuff to poke holes in. I love putting holes in shirts and the bigger the shirt the better. Wrecking clothing quells my aggressive tendencies.
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun
