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Matt
To restrain yourself from talking as you do, uh, I would think that is to self-deny. How do you expect to furthur develop your mind if you restrain yourself?
I have to talk Matt, and I'm not asking for permission, but I will take into consideration of what you've said to me about talking to much. In real life I don't. On the forum I talk to much in the sense I volunteer to much information about my personal life. I am an idiot in this sense, but not in the literal sense. Its a vicious cycle, one calls you an idiot, poisons others minds, and it just keeps going around and around.
Oh, bye the way Matt, I checked out the website Tripod, but it caters to the States, but I did find another and I've set myself up with my own website, however I've only just begun and have only the first page. I've got to do some figuring out here.
Thanks Anyway Matt
To restrain yourself from talking as you do, uh, I would think that is to self-deny. How do you expect to furthur develop your mind if you restrain yourself?
I have to talk Matt, and I'm not asking for permission, but I will take into consideration of what you've said to me about talking to much. In real life I don't. On the forum I talk to much in the sense I volunteer to much information about my personal life. I am an idiot in this sense, but not in the literal sense. Its a vicious cycle, one calls you an idiot, poisons others minds, and it just keeps going around and around.
Oh, bye the way Matt, I checked out the website Tripod, but it caters to the States, but I did find another and I've set myself up with my own website, however I've only just begun and have only the first page. I've got to do some figuring out here.
Thanks Anyway Matt
D Hodges...
Yup, it's about time to close up the shop.
Poke some spliffy meditate ... then ... join John, on the island of Patmos. All the magic mushrooms of Patmos await.
How long, oh, how long has this been going on??
Met an old partner (friend, ally) at the local cemetery. Darrell was visiting his father's grave. His dad, passed in 1990. He was poking spliffy about 6 pm ... the sun thinking to go down and the wind ceding to stillness. He walked up to where i was digging up some topsoil to place around the home foundation. Getting the house ready for the winter rains, you know? Anywas, he had a fattie strategically placed in his beard (reminds me of a John the baptist type who is just waiting his turn to die a violent death at the governmental/religionist apocalypse thought ... that is spreading across amerika's neck) eagerly waiting to share with a comrade lost in the (crows hill) cemetery. Geez, digging virgin soil ... he cares for his dad's sister, a spinster her whole life who is 3 months removed from an amerikan-style nursing home ... pills and insulin is their weapon of choice. The eats are tended to rely on gov't handouts disguised at crop subsidies for A-D-M and Cargill. High carbs translate to blood pressure issues, sugars at the stratospheric levels. The aspartame poisoning leading to dementia and sudden strokes, heart pulse at electrical dysfunction ... causing auditory waves of illusionist trauma.
Poor saps, their only crime (introspective view) being born before or during the Depression. Waking up to find themselves at the Amerikan nursing home syndrome. No way out!
Good thing, there are a few haunts one may openly travel without fear of retribution (the tribulation faced down alone)
Ah, the crows hill cemetery. The place yah outta be. Poking the spliffy ... talking to dad ... where does "it" go from here, pops.?
Tomas (the tank)
VietNam veteran - 1971
Yup, it's about time to close up the shop.
Poke some spliffy meditate ... then ... join John, on the island of Patmos. All the magic mushrooms of Patmos await.
How long, oh, how long has this been going on??
Met an old partner (friend, ally) at the local cemetery. Darrell was visiting his father's grave. His dad, passed in 1990. He was poking spliffy about 6 pm ... the sun thinking to go down and the wind ceding to stillness. He walked up to where i was digging up some topsoil to place around the home foundation. Getting the house ready for the winter rains, you know? Anywas, he had a fattie strategically placed in his beard (reminds me of a John the baptist type who is just waiting his turn to die a violent death at the governmental/religionist apocalypse thought ... that is spreading across amerika's neck) eagerly waiting to share with a comrade lost in the (crows hill) cemetery. Geez, digging virgin soil ... he cares for his dad's sister, a spinster her whole life who is 3 months removed from an amerikan-style nursing home ... pills and insulin is their weapon of choice. The eats are tended to rely on gov't handouts disguised at crop subsidies for A-D-M and Cargill. High carbs translate to blood pressure issues, sugars at the stratospheric levels. The aspartame poisoning leading to dementia and sudden strokes, heart pulse at electrical dysfunction ... causing auditory waves of illusionist trauma.
Poor saps, their only crime (introspective view) being born before or during the Depression. Waking up to find themselves at the Amerikan nursing home syndrome. No way out!
Good thing, there are a few haunts one may openly travel without fear of retribution (the tribulation faced down alone)
Ah, the crows hill cemetery. The place yah outta be. Poking the spliffy ... talking to dad ... where does "it" go from here, pops.?
Tomas (the tank)
VietNam veteran - 1971
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this is no genius forum, from what I've observed, but a bunch of over-educated, middleclass academic fuckwits, who use lots of big words to mask the fact that they have nothing to say. Although not perfect, Foresta Gumpa is at least interesting.
behind the solemn voices and the choir
of reassurance, behind the screen of higher purpose
blind men play their blind man's bluff!!!!
dahhh!!!
written by lightening for your edification
behind the solemn voices and the choir
of reassurance, behind the screen of higher purpose
blind men play their blind man's bluff!!!!
dahhh!!!
written by lightening for your edification
No no no no, I don't smoke it no more
I just meant that the discussion with Donna had gone past any possible utility.Tomas wrote:D Hodges...
Yup, it's about time to close up the shop.
I don't do pot or mushrooms, but thanks anyway.Poke some spliffy meditate ... then ... join John, on the island of Patmos. All the magic mushrooms of Patmos await.
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Foresta Gump
Pots fine!
What do you do D.Hodges, Cocaine?
I've dabbled in shrooms as we call them, love em! Now I just stick with mary-jane, you know pot, joint, doobie, 4:20 time as we call it. Never touched cocaine, heroine, crack, crystal meth, estacy or any other harsh chemicals.
I've dabbled in shrooms as we call them, love em! Now I just stick with mary-jane, you know pot, joint, doobie, 4:20 time as we call it. Never touched cocaine, heroine, crack, crystal meth, estacy or any other harsh chemicals.
Drugs - for real
I have been absolutely clean for about the last three years. I take the stuff that is prescribed for me, and I have a beer maybe once a month, and that's it.Foresta Gump wrote:What do you do D.Hodges, Cocaine?
However, there was a time when I was smoking crystal meth on a daily basis. If I was going to go get high (ignoring the consequences), that would still be my drug of choice.
Of course, way back in college days, I did pot, acid and mushrooms. I was heavily into nitrous oxide back then, too (especially in combination with acid).
I've tried coke, but not heroin, crack or E.
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Stupid Fun Days!
Stupid fun days a time when young people need to be careful.
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The Crystal Method
Before discussing that, I must say the obligatory:DavidQuinn000 wrote:What sort of high does crystal meth give you?
"Kids! Don't do drugs!! They will rot your brain and teeth!! Drugs are NOT COOL and you will go to JAIL or DIE!"
Okay, having said that... Smoking meth feels like having super powers. It's like Underdog taking his Super Energy Pill. It's really amazing.
Physically, you draw the smoke into your lungs and hold it like you would a hit of pot, but the feeling is totally different. It's not a burning smoke like pot, and doesn't hurt and make you cough. The taste is pretty nasty at first, but you grow to like it - kind of how you can grow to like the taste of coffee or beer. (It's not actually smoke, as the meth is not burning. The meth vaporizes from the heat, and you draw the vapor into your lungs.)
First, you hear your heartbeat. It's not that your heart is beating fast - but it's beating really hard. Bam! Bam! Bam! Your whole head is pulsing, but not like you have a headache. (It's a sound you will likely hear for the next sixteen hours or so.) You just feel completely alive. It's not like when you have drunk too much coffee and you feel tachycardia and get all shaky. (I hate that.) Instead, you feel really good - it feels like you are really excited about something. Like you are four years old, and it's Christmas morning.
You feel very alert and awake. The analogy that often came into my head was that I felt like a lightbulb. Normally you'd have some low current going through you, and you were casting a dim light, and that's what you were used to; that's normality. Now, Bam! 100 watts! Fully lit up! Sure, that might be your neurons burning up, but damn! This is what they were meant to do!
A few hours later, smoking some more seems like a really, really good idea. It's not like a physical craving, but more of a feeling of, "Damn! That was fantastic! Let's do that again!" because it was so fun and exciting.
I'd usually want to do something - not just sit around. For me it was usually playing guitar. Generally I'd come home from work on a Friday, smoke up, and I'd be up all night. I'd get in maybe a one or two hour nap on Saturday night, but I'd be up through Sunday until Sunday evening.
If I didn't smoke on Friday night, I'd be up at maybe four in the morning on Saturday to smoke. Again, this was not due to a physical craving - it was just pure excitement, like that four year old trying to sleep on Christmas morning. There was just nothing else that could possibly come close. Who could sleep?
There is a state you get into, after playing guitar for four or six hours straight - a feeling of oneness with the instrument. I don't think I can describe that very well. I don't know any other way to get to that state. It's just complete relaxation, concentration and immersion in what you are doing. It just flows.
Unlike some other drugs - especially alcohol - it's hard to tell when someone is on speed (if they are not on an excessive dose and haven't been up for the last three days). They don't act fucked up, slur, stumble. They will probably be pretty talkative and attentive. They may seem "unusually normal".
It may be several months before you start really noticing the down sides, but by then they seem like relatively minor inconveniences, and you have built up a physical addiction. Addiction is something you will probably not want to admit to yourself for a while, giving you time to come with reasons why that's not such a bad thing, really. That's just the cost of having super powers.
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Foresta Gump
It sounds like the neurons are getting a surge. Fried brains anyone?
After a while the neurons would become so fried that you would become an imbicile, a vegetable one. I knew somebody years ago who had a brilliant mind at one time, he fried his brains and now he's a total bonehead. Fucked right up, useless to society, a problem rather than an asset.
So kids if you're reading the above post, don't become a problem to society but become a worthy subject and no matter how great Chrystal Meth sounds, Stay the hell away from it, its deceiving. Burns holes in your brain!
If you must do drugs than smoke pot, it is a safe ulternative.
Don't do drugs at all if you've got better things to do.
After a while the neurons would become so fried that you would become an imbicile, a vegetable one. I knew somebody years ago who had a brilliant mind at one time, he fried his brains and now he's a total bonehead. Fucked right up, useless to society, a problem rather than an asset.
So kids if you're reading the above post, don't become a problem to society but become a worthy subject and no matter how great Chrystal Meth sounds, Stay the hell away from it, its deceiving. Burns holes in your brain!
If you must do drugs than smoke pot, it is a safe ulternative.
Don't do drugs at all if you've got better things to do.
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Dave,
I reckon you must have some control.
Crystal Meth is very popular in rural areas. I have seen several kids on meth. The ideation of super powers becomes paranoia pretty quickly -- like seeing cops out in the woods with lasers and whatnot. Like sitting in a bathroom for eight hours thinking you were there for eight minutes.
Beating up and robbing a cop. Going to jail.
Faizi
I reckon you must have some control.
Crystal Meth is very popular in rural areas. I have seen several kids on meth. The ideation of super powers becomes paranoia pretty quickly -- like seeing cops out in the woods with lasers and whatnot. Like sitting in a bathroom for eight hours thinking you were there for eight minutes.
Beating up and robbing a cop. Going to jail.
Faizi
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Cops Are FuckHeads!
My daughter trashed a cop car three or four months ago, ripped the insides all to hell, and they didn't do F..ck all to her, because they were in the total wrong. The lawyer advised her to get another lawyer as she had a case against the cop system.
They accused my daughter of being high on cocain, she doesn't do the stuff, they falsely arrested her and threw her in jail for 8 hours, where she stuck her bare ass right up into the camera at them, she spit on the camera. She had every right every justification to be angry. She spoke with a lawyer he arranged for her to go to the hospital where she was tested for cocaine and none was found in her blood system. The cops made a mistake in accusing and falsely arresting my daugher.
My daughter let the cops get away with their abuse, she was never charged with anything either, she dropped the case and they were relieved that she did, otherwise we could have create one hell of a stink for them.
They accused my daughter of being high on cocain, she doesn't do the stuff, they falsely arrested her and threw her in jail for 8 hours, where she stuck her bare ass right up into the camera at them, she spit on the camera. She had every right every justification to be angry. She spoke with a lawyer he arranged for her to go to the hospital where she was tested for cocaine and none was found in her blood system. The cops made a mistake in accusing and falsely arresting my daugher.
My daughter let the cops get away with their abuse, she was never charged with anything either, she dropped the case and they were relieved that she did, otherwise we could have create one hell of a stink for them.
Kids - don't do drugs!
Yes, I would say that I have an usually high level of discipline and self-control. In some ways. It would have probably been a better use of self-control to not start.MKFaizi wrote:I reckon you must have some control.
It is very dangerous stuff - both physically and mentally. And of course it is very illegal.I have seen several kids on meth. The ideation of super powers becomes paranoia pretty quickly -- like seeing cops out in the woods with lasers and whatnot. Like sitting in a bathroom for eight hours thinking you were there for eight minutes.
Quitting the Crystal
DavidQuinn000 wrote:How long did you smoke it for, Dave?
About a year. It started slowly, and built up.
Well, I can give two different answers to that.Why did you give it up?
The first answer: I stopped because I got scared. You can't keep your body going on turbo-boost forever - you burn out. You get skinny, because you are burning up calories at a high rate, and also depressing your appetite.
I was starting to notice some mental effects, like memory loss and occasional bouts of obsessive/compulsive kind of behavior, that I found disturbing.
Have you ever been around someone who's been up for three days? Completely manic and obsessive, a little paranoid - just kind of a scary, scummy lowlife character? It's a little scary when you are buying drugs from that guy, smoking up with that guy. You kinda get a sense of where your life is heading, and it's not too good.
The second answer: I gave it up for Love. My girlfriend wasn't into that, and didn't want to have a drug addict move in with her. So I quit. (Yes, this is the same girlfriend that is now moving out.)
Quitting was of roughly the same level of difficulty as stopping smoking cigarettes.