2016-08-16 at 9:55 PM UTC
YO!
This forum is fucking slow if you don't smoke your bodyweight in weed on a daily basis. Fuck me sideways. I'm still on all the Benzos but damn, son. This is torture.
C'mon, maine.... Fuck.
2016-08-16 at 10:38 PM UTC
Esplender
Tuskegee Airman
[my gynecological profit-maximising katar]
Ayo hook me up with some weed dawg help a nigga out mayn
2016-08-16 at 10:51 PM UTC
Yup. I have money but no stores sell weed, fuck me I guess?.
2016-08-16 at 11:54 PM UTC
basiocally u gota just keep a baseline buzz all the time u can
2016-08-17 at 1:50 AM UTC
I'd rather Huff ex why lean from the STORE than deal with shitty ass loli old woman mother daughter and random painter dude with a cat named Hitler drug dealers. I will take my beedrill/bundy/Seroquel/Nutmeg mix which I am calling "Zot Belge"
2016-08-17 at 4:43 AM UTC
I finally bought a bag after a little 2-month hiatus. This will either make me stupid as fuck to the point I try to post but end up staring at the screen in a daze or getting sidetracked, or it will
Life presents itself first and foremost as a task: the task of maintaining itself... If this task is accomplished, what has been gained is a burden, and there then appears a second task: that of doing something with it so as to ward off boredom, which hovers over every secure life like a bird of prey. Thus the first task is to gain something and the second to become unconscious of what has been gained, which is otherwise a burden.
That human life must be some kind of mistake is sufficiently proved by the simple observation that man is a compound of needs which are hard to satisfy; that their satisfaction achieves nothing but a painless condition in which he is only given over to boredom; and that boredom is a direct proof that existence is in itself valueless, for boredom is nothing other than the sensation of the emptiness of existence. For if life, in the desire for which our essence and existence consists, possessed in itself a positive value and real content, there would be no such thing as boredom: mere existence would fulfill and satisfy us. As things are, we take no pleasure in existence except when we are striving after something - in which case distance and difficulties make our goal look as if it would satisfy us (an illusion which fades when we reach it)- or when engaged ill purely intellectual activity, in which case we are really stepping out of life so as to regard it from outside, like spectators at a play. Even sensual pleasure itself consists in a continual striving and ceases as soon as its goal is reached. Whenever we are not involved in one or other of these things but directed back to existence itself we are overtaken by its worthlessness anti vanity and this is the sensation called boredom.
Teenage Mutant Schopenhauers! Living life is suffering! Torture Power!
2016-08-17 at 6:02 PM UTC
You are following your true Wille zum leben now nigga!!
