tldr: some guy was doing meth in a bathroom and was too spun out to open the door or was overdosing and couldn't or something, he got taken to the hospital and after a while he came down a bit so they let him use the bathroom and he soaked a tampon in meth and shoved it into his asshole and they found him having some sort of psychosis that not even 50 mg lorazepam solved. then he shit out the tampon and left, probably to go buy more tampons and meth
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but time has elapsed and now she knows i'm a real OG emo kid. i have visible cutting scars from years ago and also unintentional burns and scrapes from being passed out or fucked up that a normie would probably scoff at. i'm constantly on the verge of suicide and can't sleep or eat or get enjoyment out of anything and im a wretched excuse for a junkie (who is also old (lol) and has nothing) and after a long night of listening to bedwetter and bright eyes and the used i just might come out and lose my shit one day, you catch my drift? i think she had a moment akin to that scene in fear and loathing where the normie walks in the bathroom when hes licking the hits of acid off that guys wrist (collar? wrist collar? is that what it's called?) and the normie has an existential crisis and runs home and cries because he didn't think something like that actually existed but it does and it lives down the hall from u and they're fucking TERRIFIED.
but you know they call me yung james joyce on the streets and its not for nothing. i was born with an artful soul for which the world did not have a fitting medium to convert my genius into a discipline, but i am creating that now. and you know they also say. ART IS SUPPOSED TO SCARE YOU and i've got blood in my lungs so essentially, i am a walking work of art, like my boy lil peep was (RIP lil peep, *pours out a line of ketamethamphetamine in the dirt in his memory*. i'm sorry you didn't make it peep, i wish you were here with us still to lead on the revolution. i wish it could have been riff raff instead of u. but you sparked something that now cannot be stopped and that is wonderful. i'm sure whatever incantation the beings who are watching us have decided to put you in now, it is highly advanced past our normal human capabilities. you were like the savior of gen z. the new jesus christ. a prophet in disguise. you are probably up there with the gods being totally saturated by eternal love and oneness and someday after i have completed my mission in this incantation i know we will be together in a form that i cannot understand yet.
i have a feeling there is this place you go for a while when you die. maybe it's hell. it's not permanent though. you are just put together with everyone who you hurt or who hurt you significantly and you have one last chance to sit together and you don't need to talk because you both just understand. you're freed of all the egotistical ties that held you to life or your earthly body and you see everything clearly and in that moment you care about the other people more than yourself. then a little demon looking thing brings out one sandwich, and only one of you will eat it. the one who eats the sandwich will be reincarnated as something better, or more conscious. the one who does not eat the sandwich gets a point for moving down a consciousness level. This process is repeated with everyone and at the end you have a score that determines how you will reincarnate.
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A 30-year-old man was brought to the ED by paramedics from outside a gas station bathroom. Police had been called because the patient had been in the bathroom for an hour, and they had to forcibly open the door to release him. The patient admitted to taking a “large” amount of MA in addition to six beers. The patient reported racing thoughts and feeling anxious but denied chest pain, shortness of breath, nausea, vomiting, or suicidal ideation. The patient denied having any medical problems or medications.
The patient was awake and conversant, but also agitated and restless. His vital signs were pulse 145 beats per minute, blood pressure 145/77 mmHg, oral temperature 37.2°Celsius, respiratory rate at 22 breaths per minute, pulse oximetry 97% on room air and a normal blood glucose. His physical exam revealed 4mm mydriasis without nystagmus and minimal reaction to light. He had positive bowel sounds and was not diaphoretic. The rest of his lung, heart, and extremity exam was unremarkable. An ECG demonstrated a sinus tachycardia, with no ischemic changes and normal intervals. Initial laboratory tests included electrolytes, complete blood count, liver function tests, and cardiac markers, with the following abnormal results: creatinine 1.3 mg/dL, creatinine kinase 1779 IU/L and troponin I of 0.11 ng/mL. A urine and serum toxicology screening was positive only for MA and alcohol.
The patient became more manageable over a period of four hours and asked to use the restroom. Appearing improved, remorseful, and ambulatory, his request was granted. He then disappeared for an hour and was later found in another part of the hospital in a decompensated state with tachycardia, agitation and altered mental status. The patient was restrained, sedated and admitted to the hospital. Tachycardia and agitation persisted despite over three liters of IV normal saline and almost 50 mg of IV lorazepam over the next 12 hours. Finally, the patient had a bowel movement productive of a tampon. In the morning, the patient’s mental status had resolved. Upon further questioning, the patient admitted to inserting a MA-soaked tampon trans-rectally. The tampon was not tested for MA. He subsequently signed out against medical advice rather abruptly and further information regarding his past MA use could not be obtained.
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sounds badass, but really it involves a lot of fucking up and pain. but that gives contrast to the comfort that is the endgoal of life for most humans. if you just take everyone else's advice about what to do, you may be comfortable but its boring and you feel no purpose. you have no purpose either way, but tension creates interesting but not necessarily comfortable facets of reality to explore. in fact a lot of the time, the more uncomfortable an experience is, the more interesting it is.
anyways i was thinking about going traveling a bit and then i started to second guess myself because i started to remember the shitty hostels, exhaustion, loneliness, boredom that at least occasionally accompany the experience. and how the fake sort of "gap year" culture is stupid and those people are all faking their "passion for traveling" and they know fully well they will have a kid and a 9-5 within 2 years of returning. but then i thought of all the random cool shit that happened too. it was almost never anything that was planned for. but when you put yourself in those situations, weird or awesome shit can happen. it always does happen, we're just too busy being comfortable normally.
i could go out of my house right now and go find some random people at a bar or something and start conversations with them. maybe i get a new friend. maybe someone irritates the shit out of me and it gives me a funny story to remember later. maybe i get in a fight and get a bloody nose. maybe i weird someone out, or get a date. maybe i walk around and help someone find their lost dog. idk. it would all be interesting tho right?? but none of that shit happens often because room and stuff. the lull of the comfort is strong. it pulls us in slowly over the course of our lives, making us crave it more and more, encouraging us to take another drink or benzo or candy sit down and just let yourself blank out to the tv or something until we start to nod out and the tv become the gently unfolding waves upon the beach of our dreams. until we reach the maximal amount of comfort, death itself. then the game is complete, you've won, you will never have to live with any sort of pain or craving again.
so maybe we need to convince ourselves that there is something about us that must be a certain way because we just couldn't bear it to be different, so that we are forced to take action to rearrange things in our reality so that our idea of ourselves is correct. but that hasn't worked so well for me in the past, and on some level you always know you're bullshitting yourself, so why not just experience discomfort and weird shit just for the experience?
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Originally posted by G
Morocco has some great scenic spots but it's infested w/ street urchin scammers & such. Also some fine Persian vagina available & most keep an excellent maintained bush that are easily pillaged if one is a masculine red blooded american male(that likely rules out a lot here lol).
this post is saturated with insecurities over how many girls you've fucked. you really expect us to believe that you just happen to have fucked so many persian women in morocco that you can confidently comment on the majority of their pubic hair? like what is going through your head when you type that? do you really type that out thinking like "oh man they're totally gonna think i slept with like 50 girls on my moroccan vacation with my carefree attitude towards it"? and then you need to remind yourself that you're a big "masculine red blooded american" and then set yourself up as that in contrast to everyone else here who obviously wouldn't understand since they're not so gorgeous and attractive that as soon as they enter a nation, 3/4 of the women just immediately start sucking their dick
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Originally posted by G
Very true. Many folks when they speak on things get rebuttals from others that in many ways including subconsciously resonate in their thoughts & therefore alter one's "own" terms.
you are so full of shit. are you fucking kidding me with that second sentence? what the fuck does that even have to do with your assertion that if you talk about it more, you're less likely to do it? it has nothing to do with it, it doesn't support what you are saying at all, it's just meaningless bullshit tacked on to make it look like there's some meaning to it, but you are deliberately making it vague as fuck because you think people are just going to read it and be like "oh that's more than 3 kinda big words, fuck that, i'm not even going to think about it, and i'll just say whatever it is i want to say regardless of whether it's correct or even on topic" and not want to argue and then you can kind of maintain this illusion of you being "right" in your head
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Social self-obsessive species, everything is peachy Having cyber interactions, get erections from the TV Vocal bout opinions bout elections up in DC With a total lack of knowledge, rope around your neck was easy Chemical complaint, deformity machine Skin eraser, loss creator, poison that you breathe Traitor, parasite, xenophilic golden boy Seen him with a soy product, wrote the Village Voice about it Tell me conclusions to stories I don't have time for Situations with the information missing, misinformed We've seen the same rain through separate systems, different storms We're stacking bodies up in boxes in a distant war I eat my vegetables, I like the broccoli What is more fictitious, the gods or you and I? You needs a court's admission, you think the cops comply? I don't acknowledge systems, I never found it wise I wasn't born to just support the shit that's palpable I don't see Earth as disproportionally valuable If there's a god, I'm sure his name is unpronounceable If there's a hell, I'm sure we'll all be held accountable I drew a portrait of Abraxis on a napkin Sex has never given me an ounce of satisfaction Life throws a lot of questions but I never ask them Facts are human arrogance, we barely know a fraction I don't know anything (This is the way the world ends)
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Originally posted by GGG
How far do you guys wish to clean up? Is 100% sobriety the goal for some of you?
i highly doubt i will ever be 100% sober, i want to be sober enough to apply myself to life though and not have that helpless drowning feeling. that pretty much means no meth, opiates (or anything opioid like), coke, or smoking weed 24/7. currently debating on etizolam, since i can be reasonably responsible with it and it has definite benefits for me
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my phone charging port kept getting clogged up with dirt and particles and so the charging cable wouldnt fit in correctly sometimes so i got one of those pads that it sits on and charges. but now i'm perplexed as to how this thing works, i'm guessing it must generate a megnetic field around the phone which in turn generates a current? obviously there's no real current running between the pad and the phone but there's a name for like effective current or something (like the kind that crosses a capacitor) i forget the exact term though. it seems like if you just did that though it would cause a bunch of different currents based on what position you set the phone down on it on. so i'm probably wrong.
also, can i charge my phone with a cord while it's on the bad and double the charging speed? or will i fry my phone
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when i first met him we used to run the streets together, scamming sallies and ripping off squares just to get our kicks. we were wild and ruthless and young but we were unstoppable. plenty of fools thought they could test us and every time we made them regret it dearly. some nights we'd just kick it with random floozies, getting high, playing mario kart and getting our dicks sucked.
nowadays things are more calm but the fire between us never wavered. it remained as sharp and intense as the torch of red's welding machine. we are closer than the hands of time. entrusted to the inner workings of each others mind's, the link between us is so inhumanely strong that many will not experience such a bond in their whole lifetime, even in marriage or brotherhood. with this bond we will work towards the future, ascending our evolution as humans, ever increasing exponentially, we will create a new place beyond anyones current ability to comprehend. there, there will be infinite peace and love and euphoria.
we will teach others how to live as an enlightened being in this new world, and once they are assimilated they will begin to have a glimpse of the bond that originally allowed them entry to a place that the gods never intended humans to enter. of course, they will never fully understand, but just the glimpse will give them a sense of eternal peace and freedom and they will be eternally grateful for §m£ÂgØL and i.
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i found like a few hours worth of footage i filmed while i was a junkie listening to lil peep, smoking meth, throwing up and talking on and on about nothing. its too bad its all so blatantly identifying and degenerate and embarrassing
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i think im going to start doing this. i had a friend who did it, he had a camcorder he would just whip out every time we were chillin or went to a party or show or something was going on. its kind of cool just so you can go back and look at later. my ex did that sort of thing too and did it while we were together and it makes me kind of sad because i have videos like that with her in them but not much of just me. so im going to videotape shit for 20 years and compile the results here. incase i die before then §m£ÂgØL will have access to the footage and will edit it into a documentary style video of my life.
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i havent had mcdonalds since 7th grade, we had a weekend church trip thing and there was this super hot filipino girl who for some reason had a crush on me and we were flirting rly hard the first day or so then they took us to mcdonalds for lunch and i got food poisoning and just spent the rest of the weekend puking and shitting
fuck mcdonalds im still pissed off at them for that. if that never happened i probably would have ended up falling deeply in love with her over our high school and college years and married her and never done meth or lock myself away from the world. so in a way mcdonalds is responsible for my drug addiction and every problem caused by it
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yes and its my future wife. we buy a big house and rent rooms out to all the NEETS of nis whose parents finally kicked them to the curb and hopefully we can get enough rent from their government checks combined to pay someone to run that place, live somewhere else, and have an infinite money machine
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is it a cycling thing or continuous? your thread makes it sound like it happens once a year when you make a thread about it, but also seems to make it sound continuous
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