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2017-08-10 at 6:48 AM UTCVikings, man. they were some real dawgs in the day!
Making mugs from womens vaginas in post birth mode.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-08-10 at 7 AM UTCLol, y'all broke up over a niggasinspace post? That's a new level of crazy.
No wonder he was all pissy earlier.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-08-10 at 7:07 AM UTC
Originally posted by LegalizeSpiritualDiscovery Lol, y'all broke up over a niggasinspace post? That's a new level of crazy.
No wonder he was all pissy earlier.
Nah, it wasn't that, just what caused him to get pissy at me, which caused me in my steroid induced, sleep deprived fucked mental state to get passive aggressive pissy and then he just went all suicidal this morning after that so... IDC. I'm suicidal enough. I don't give a fuck. I'm just going with the plan before he came into my life, getting back on track, so to speak. Embracing my destruction. Hope and Love are stupid and just things that end up causing more pain in the long run so, whatever (as PoC often would say...) I just hate being manipulated. comes down to me just wanting to help and take care of everyone I come to love which always back fires on me. -
2017-08-10 at 7:08 AM UTCYeah I heard that story too. They shoved some kind of special sulfurous clay into their pussies and then sleep on top of a small axe (phallic symbol). Then they queef out this lump of clay and put it in the fire to dry. It was supposed to cure infertility. Called
tur'vitskgoed det salla fluvek, igar en = ("stooped, waist deep in the river/ where men go to die") -
2017-08-10 at 7:12 AM UTC
Originally posted by hydromorphone Nah, it wasn't that, just what caused him to get pissy at me, which caused me in my steroid induced, sleep deprived fucked mental state to get passive aggressive pissy and then he just went all suicidal this morning after that so… IDC. I'm suicidal enough. I don't give a fuck. I'm just going with the plan before he came into my life, getting back on track, so to speak. Embracing my destruction. Hope and Love are stupid and just things that end up causing more pain in the long run so, whatever (as PoC often would say…) I just hate being manipulated. comes down to me just wanting to help and take care of everyone I come to love which always back fires on me.
Don't live such a bland life.
You have to roll the dice to taste the spice (of life)
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2017-08-10 at 7:14 AM UTC
Originally posted by CASPER Yeah I heard that story too. They shoved some kind of special sulfurous clay into their pussies and then sleep on top of a small axe (phallic symbol). Then they queef out this lump of clay and put it in the fire to dry. It was supposed to cure infertility. Called
tur'vitskgoed det salla fluvek, igar en = ("stooped, waist deep in the river/ where men go to die")
You make that mug right now.. I got friends to go drink with.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-08-10 at 7:16 AM UTC
Originally posted by Totse 2001 Don't live such a bland life.
You have to roll the dice to taste the spice (of life)
love blankets retarded moments if you give it a chance.
Oh... lol... My life isn't going to be bland coming here shortly. I'm going to be living it up...
Dice rolling is stupid. It always ends in pain.
Love just leaves everything behind tasting bitter. -
2017-08-10 at 7:19 AM UTCSpeaking of bitter taste, I've been going balls to the walls with T-PAIN.... So much for all that helping me work on reducing my usage. Meh, whatever... life sucks, and then we die. Might as well get high.
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2017-08-10 at 7:20 AM UTC
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2017-08-10 at 7:24 AM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-08-10 at 8:05 AM UTC
Originally posted by Piles of Crack You guys should mind your own fucking business and let us destroy our relationship on our own. We don't need help with that, believe me.
I don't really have anything in response to this or even to add to it. I just really liked it and I wish I could give you something that's the Niggas equivalent to reddit gold. I have never given reddit gold before and probably never will but if there ever were a post that my cheap ass wouldn't feel so bad for spending $4 on some stranger over the internet, this post would be it. -
2017-08-10 at 8:07 AM UTC
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2017-08-10 at 8:08 AM UTC
Originally posted by hydromorphone Nah, it wasn't that, just what caused him to get pissy at me, which caused me in my steroid induced, sleep deprived fucked mental state to get passive aggressive pissy and then he just went all suicidal this morning after that so… IDC. I'm suicidal enough. I don't give a fuck. I'm just going with the plan before he came into my life, getting back on track, so to speak. Embracing my destruction. Hope and Love are stupid and just things that end up causing more pain in the long run so, whatever (as PoC often would say…) I just hate being manipulated. comes down to me just wanting to help and take care of everyone I come to love which always back fires on me.
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2017-08-10 at 8:23 AM UTC
Originally posted by Discount Whore 2.0 why are you taking steroids?
about 2 weeks ago, I had some really bad inflammation issues that left me unable to walk, move, or even get out of bed or otherwise do anything than be curled up in a fetal position in tears. For several days I had to use high doses of dexamethasone IM injections to just be able to half-ass function. I was really fucked up, but the steroid shots helped the pain caused by the inflammation tremendously. I've been using lower doses here and there as needed when it seems like it's flaring back up and it helps. Steroids fuck with my head badly though. Really has created a huge amount of fogginess in me and effects me in a very negative way mentally. I can't think straight. I probably ouldn't have asked PoC about that in the morning, but I was afraid I'd forget and wanted to know. I also have been having bouts of memory loss too.. fucking amnesia hardcore. Im tired of my life being this fucked up, and living in this much pain, and having all this shit compound on me with no optimal way to fix it, and no cure. My life is one trade off after the other. -
2017-08-10 at 8:36 AM UTC
Originally posted by What_a_Kreep I don't really have anything in response to this or even to add to it. I just really liked it and I wish I could give you something that's the Niggas equivalent to reddit gold. I have never given reddit gold before and probably never will but if there ever were a post that my cheap ass wouldn't feel so bad for spending $4 on some stranger over the internet, this post would be it.
Well, I will say, nobody here did contribute to "destroying" our relationship, at least. I it wasn't me asking about that it would have been something else or whatever. I really don't care. I didn't expect, even when I wwas slightly pissy and hurt that it'd "destroy" our relationship because I asked though... I think PoC might be a slight bit delusional too because he kept saying I said "You ruined everything" where I didn't, not once... not ever, especially not then. I said it about myself, after he essentially broke it off with me, but that wasn't toward him, or anything he did, that was at me, just saying in general what I do. -
2017-08-10 at 8:45 AM UTCCome on hydro
Originally posted by hydromorphone Steroids fuck with my head badly though. Really has created a huge amount of fogginess in me and effects me in a very negative way mentally. I can't think straight. I probably ouldn't have asked PoC about that in the morning, but I was afraid I'd forget and wanted to know. I also have been having bouts of memory loss too.. fucking amnesia hardcore.
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2017-08-10 at 8:45 AM UTC
They were all in love with dying they were drinkin' from a fountian
That is pouring like an avalance coming down the mountian
I don't mind the sun sometimes the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
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2017-08-10 at 8:47 AM UTCAww yeah, OG Kush is always good if you live in a great medical state, consistently get the real thing. The dispensaries here in SF are so well run! Those of you who have never been there and live in a really conservative state or rural area would probably be shocked.
Adventures in autism. Includes women!:
1.)Up to 75mg of Nardil; score! Psychiatrist said he'd be willing to go up the 'maximum', 90mg, which is great. I was going to aim for it regardless so I could stockpile the pills, if only to send them to other people, and to have a replacement in case of accident (Extremely unlikely.).
Damn I'm fucking stoned after that long break. (After note: I really shouldn't smoke too much, I end up getting couch locked and not doing anything, shunning responsibility.)
It's amazing how well I can manipulate, read, and predict people, despite being an autistic recluse. I know the reason why this is. Drat, I really should have been recording the audio with a phone app, but forgot from the start. It could have been really useful to some people, to hear exactly what was said and analyze why it worked so well. I know just what to say, how to respond, deal with any situation, even maintain my demeanor to suit my purposes.
2.) There was a girl on the train, seemed past her mid 20s, who I noticed seemed to change seats for no apparent reason on a train car that only had a few people. I noticed certain movement patterns of how she was looking around, and she sat on the seat next to me. Fun fact: I highly prefer to have at least one seat between me and other people on all sides, if possible. This greatly irritated me, as I was reading with my earmuffs on and ear plugs in, attempting to concentrate as much as possible, which is greatly disturbed by others.
I immediately developed a natural strong aggravated countenance (A fair percentage of the time (Used to be far higher in the past), when around people, particularly in areas dense with people, enclosed spaces greatly augmenting this effect, I likely possess the angriest demeanor you will ever see.) and began rapidly putting all my things in my cloth reusable bag, then moved to another seat. During this entire segment, putting my things away until moving when she was out of my line of sight, I noticed with my superior peripheral vision that she was looking at me, and her expression/demeanor seemed to convey some non-typical reaction, as in it affected her considerably more than just some random person doing this.
A few moments after I moved to another seat, which wasn't that far away, just one of my preferred sections, she walked past me and sat 2 seats in front of me.
She was actually attractive. White, at a healthy weight etc., you know, generally attractive body type, shoulder length hair (preferred), feminine, although not overly and impacted by her fashion style, etc. She also had somewhat large tattoo(s) on her arm(s) at least. Not the typical kind females choose, they may have been tasteful, or in line with her style/subculture/personality/social group/whatever she identifies with. IIRC she was wearing black clothing and boots, like the kind some punk girls or girls into metal wear. That was essentially her look, except not excessive, filthy looking like many punks are, and generally tasteful and attractive. Lanny probably would have liked her.
Through later analysis I pondered whether something about me had drawn her. The shirt I was wearing is rather eye catching, and definitely something that would particularly appeal to a woman like her. Levi's 541 jeans have an athletic fit for larger quads and butts. I specifically chose them after extensively researching the optimal jeans for those who seriously lift weights. I have a great ass.
*Goes to full length sliding closet door mirrors. Starts checking out ass. Side profile, lift shirt hem above it, arch back/engage in lordosis (Actually an ubiquitous seually receptive position among females in the animal kingdom). Grope a bit, grab big handfuls and give a good squeeze. Lower pants and boxers, bend knees and arch back more* That ass just doesn't quit. I swear it's far shapelier and more aesthetic than the average woman's, the majority of women, which isn't a very high threshold, to be honest.
Uh, anyway, I also have a surprisingly good build. I know why I retain an abnormally large amount of muscle mass and strength. My arms still look strong and toned, chest big, abs, shoulders, pretty much everything. My skin also looked great that day after the new technique I adopted.
I also have a theory, that actually had strong compelling evidence in support, about personality and biological profiles in the Bay Area, those of both women and men. The women being particularly feminized, in a cognitive sense, which is different from the far greater traditional femininity that conservative women display. This also applies to the males, along with biological correlates, personality traits, fashion/aesthetics etc. Essentially I'm competing with relatively feminized men with meeker personalities, as well as women who still possess powerful biological predispositions and, whether they are consciously aware of it or not, accept it, are still naturally attracted to men who appear highly masculine.
In fact, women like her, who can be described as considerably more 'masculine' in certain ways, personality and cognitive profile, will demand even more masculine men in order to fulfill their natural desire, which is pushed to a greater extreme due to the need for dominance.
I indeed have this demeanor, appearance (No, I don't normally wear a wig. And when not posing for the rare picture, alone, I look very different, extremely stern.), and have repeatedly noticed a distinct pattern.
Oh, and she may have also mistaken my ear muffs for headphones. Definitely seems like the kind of girl who's strongly into music. Another thing is that after she moved in front of me, after I had moved away from her to be alone, I had the impression she may have been teasing me and was concerned about social interaction occurring more than nearly anything, possibly teasing me, messing with me. She never said anything. Later, as I was waiting for the train to stop and get off, I ended up right next to her seats, although, fortunately, she had taken the window seat. It was right where the group of people near the door ended. I needed to tie the handles of my bag closed, and was having a hard time doing it for some reason, so I put it on the armrest of the seat next to hers, right by the aisle. I was having a hard time with this because of how narrow it is, but refused to put it on her seat and get closer.
She never said anything. In retrospect, I probably hurt her feelings and she was feeling somewhat depressed, which is a natural reaction.
Good god I'm a jerk. Then again, I was in a depressive bipolar phase, and due to all the problems I have it would have been a terrible choice anyway. Definitely could have been done better, though, making it seem like I was moving away for another reason.
3.) When I turned the corner to the house gate, (Bar fence goes around 2 sides.) I saw this particularly attractive, highly feminine girl with a very nice body, and what seemed to be a distinct look (Not due to clothing, her face, potentially in a positive manner. I was curious about what race she was, because it didn't seem clear and may have been a minority in the neighborhood (I don't mean 'minority' and in non-white.), and also what she looked like up close, because many, if not most, girls are ruined by their face.
I'll admit I strayed from the path in devoting even a small amount of attention to something so insubstantial as the simple aesthetic pleasantness of a woman, as well as behavior in line with mild biological desire, the natural behavior displayed when two people show some non-platonic potential interest in each other.
I'll admit I delayed a bit and kept my eyes on her using my peripheral vision, but delaying would have required too much time, so I went in, expecting I could see her through the spaced bar fence. Unfortunately I was wrong and it completely blocked her face from view and I couldn't develop an accurate image of her body.
Here's the good part, though: I noticed her dip her head down past the thick top horizontal bar to try to catch a glance at me.
If I ever see her again I'm crossing to the other side of the street.
Reason I wouldn't get involved? I'm pretty still unknown to others due to being a super-recluse. If she noticed how fucking weird I was, began speculating, gossiping, it could end up with rumors being spread of me, people knowing where I live, looking at me if they ever notice me, based on her description etc.
It's essentially akin to the phrase, "Don't shit where you eat."
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2017-08-10 at 8:54 AM UTCnext time just talk to her jesus
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2017-08-10 at 9:01 AM UTC
Originally posted by Discount Whore 2.0 Come on hydro
methinks the proof is in the pudding
Yeah, I'm tired of having to live like this. It's not a once in a life time thing, or even a blue moon thing like most other people. I'm tired of living in pain everyday, every moment. For the last couple days I've had extremely severe pain in my legs, just shooting, awful pain, that's constant and has been this intense for days now. That may go away for a bit, get better, but the rest of it persists, and so does the fuckiness with my head, general everyday pain, and just all over not feeling well, and if I use drugs to fix it, there's always some other side effect to deal with... it just never ends and I'm tired of it. I'm tired of living like this, feeling like this, and just being generally hopeless for it to ever get better.
I always said, the majority of my suicidal ideations come down to my pain, it's what's always pushed me close to the edge or been the part that has gotten me to pull the trigger, that and how I negatively effect everyone around me, especially those I love. I have one person I think I might help slightly with their shit, being 1337, but even that's just a phase though. I hurt everyone I love. Fuck, he as pissed at me the other day and jealous because I needed to talk to PoC for a bit when I felt he needed me, and well shit... PoC and I barely talked anyway, so I never would say no if he called... I shoulda been there for the person who really loved me, and at least loved me honestly where with PoC, friendships I had with other people, they were just a source of anxiety and jealousy he had to "numb" himself to. I'm far too much of a free spirit to have people I love be jealous of other people I love and who love me in my life... it fucks with my head. I can't help I love people, and want to mother everyone.
Funny in my relationship with PoC I could spend hours talking to 1337, pretty much talking all fucking day some days, and with PoC go days without speaking. 1337 is just used to the anxiety and stress I bring to the table in his own chaotic life with him being extremely bipolar, PoC however was not. The people I lived with assumed I was on the phone with y boyfriend all the time... which I wasn't lol. Just ma nigga, 1337. Kinda fucked up to have to explain all the time why I wasn't talking to my BF, but some other dude all the time for 6 hours straight sometimes... so sometimes I'd just lie and nod 'yes'to prevent having weird looks.
