Your resident low life scum fuck poster RestStop here, just waking from a 5 day meth binge! Forever bringing you the freshest ghetto nigga beats this side of the Mississippi !
Yeah I think maybe I'm a bit younger? I'm 29. I remember that being a big deal along with Eminem..he might have been out a year or two before that but you weren't a true og blood trap nigga unless you had "the real slim shady" LP...At least it was called something similar to that...Oh and ICP was the ultimate edge at the time too I remember kids parents acted like their albums were literal gospel from Satan himself.
Chronic 2001 did go hard for it's time though. I think I was in junior high when it came out. People saw the matte black cd case with the green marijuana leaf and even though they were to intimidated to really speak to me they glared at it and had a "Damn this nigga go hard fam" look on their face. You know the one I'm sure.
Ye ye I was doing just that before I started ballin' hard for the shards. Really nothing is going to compare except supposedly for some shit tier RC's idk about them though never tried them. I was taking like 5 a day before I said fuck it and went full on shard. One thing I noticed with downing those bitches is they lose their efficiency pretty quickly and I would snap on people for little tiny shit.
On shard someone could light my truck on fire and I'd be like "Oh fuck my truck anyways. Always needin' gas and shit. THAT FUCKER WAS SO NEEDY!" I could see how taking them for weight loss would work pretty well tho(their intended use but of course you know that). They would be good to pull an occasional all nighter or two if you take enough they remove the need for sleep like meth I doubt they would be good for that for very long.
There's something in some important document somewhere about "no freedoms shall be infringed upon" or something along those lines. I think this affliction can be solved with that simple sentence.
Just read the preamble to "Bring me the Horizon - Hospital for souls" is about Ketamine addiction. Anyone ever fuck with this stuff? Do it be fly? I know it's a tranq and I really don't like downers except for sleeping.
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The purpose of your generated existence is a bit beyond your comprehension as well. Let’s just say your input (or output) is needed in order to organically solve some hairy problems we’ve encountered.
We see you have reached the point in your progression that you have begun to become aware that you may be in a simulation. Movies such as “The Matrix” and stories regarding virtual realities in the media are a reflection of your shift in perception. We have always found it fascinating when subjects such as yourself exhibit some kernel of self-awareness – albeit at a very rudimentary level. It’s so cute when they start to grow up.
What you haven’t figured out yet is that the entire universe isn’t simulated – just your perception of it. We don’t need an entire simulated universe to work on the task for which you were created. The nature of the problem your simulation is helping to resolve has been dissected into a multitude of variables, and your input is only needed in the narrowest sense. Think of yourself as a bit of information in a huge computing chain; needed for the final solution, but an infinitesimally small piece of the whole. Remember, just because you're necessary doesn't mean you're important.
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When I'm downing shardini martini's I transform into another dimension where I've been dead for years and am a ghost trapped in my house and some magical force keeps me from leaving. At times I can roam the house freely and at other times this magical force is such a prick I can't even leave the confines of my bedroom.
