Gavin. I hope you feel better today! I think anyone who can speak more than 1 language is an absolute genius. |
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Lol nerd rage. |
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Last edited by ThePieMan; 02-29-2012 at 06:15 PM.
I'm raging because I just wasted, like, 20 minutes of my life watching TobyGames clips (thank you Link ) |
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I had to wake up. Stupid alarm. |
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so yeah, not sure if want... |
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Last edited by Wayfaerer; 02-29-2012 at 11:34 PM.
^Good rant |
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You know how you walk somewhere, get confused, and try to use your phone as a distraction to make you not look stupid in directions? |
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Three dogs are in my room. Mine is the only place without the stench of piss and crap and I would like to keep my space that way, thank you very much. As big as Snuffanuff is, he squeezes right through the doggy door I made |
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Those MANY awkward moments when you're brave enough to turn your stereo way up with hard rock music playing, and your dad has the nerve to constantly joke about it being "teenage angst music". -__- |
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We all live in a kind of continuous dream. When we wake, it is because something,
some event, some pinprick even, disturbs the edges of what we have taken as reality.
Vandermeer
SAT (Sporadic Awareness Technique) Guide
Have questions about lucid dreaming? DM me.
Star-bellied sneetches? |
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The life of a hard working mother. |
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I get to go on "vacation" in a few weeks. A whole week of missing school and watching my family being dysfunctional. |
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"You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop"Lucid Goals: [Ask a DC: "Am I dreaming?"] [Ask a DC: "What are you?"]
Any questions about lucid dreaming? Drop me a PM here!
Today's lesson is on how to not give a fuck while working on school projects. In the event you have to do an art project for Spanish class, you may find yourself shouting "FUCK" several times repeatedly when it comes out like a blobby mess. This is normal. In fact, your project hates you. And so does the oil pastels that you're using and so does the canvas and so does that tree outside your window and so does this biology textbook next to you. So the next time you attempt to draw with oil pastels for a school project follow these guidelines: |
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Sounds fun. |
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Four of my friends tripped on acid last night, or at least they were told it was acid (I have reason to believe it wasn't). The first friend I'm not sure how many hits he took, but I assume two or three based on his track record. His personality was shattered into pieces and all the different aspects of him decided to play hide and seek with him. He wandered around searching for them one by one until he would get tired of one and it would run off to hide again and he would go on to the next one. The second friend took two hits. She mostly observed the other friends, but everything they said caused her to branch off into infinite trees based on the subject, like someone said something about her being too weak to do something (she's really small and skinny) and she ended up getting stuck on a thought about how the human race is weak and disgusting and will eventually die off. She was also stuck going back and forth between extremely happy and extremely depressed depending on whether or not they were walking on a certain trail outside. The third friend took five hits. He wandered off and threw himself into a pile of thorns and started thrashing around. He claimed that he was fighting off demons and was screaming at the top of his lungs. He thought the rest of the friends were evil temptations trying to trick him into sinning, and he didn't believe anything they said (like that they were trying to go back to the car, he said he didn't believe there ever was any car or that they were even who they said they were or that he was who he thought he was, or that any life had ever even existed before that moment for a car to be in). When they tried to get him to calm down he would scream at them that they couldn't control him. He continued to loop back to thrashing in the thorns all night. He looks like he got mauled by a bear and he can barely speak because his throat is so sore. The fourth friend took two hits. He started going on an analytical trip and started thinking of the entire situation as a game, spending the whole thing decoding the other friends' trips and learning how to control their actions during it. They all got lost in an incredibly small meadow and almost didn't find their way back, and they all have thorn scratches from fighting off the third friend. |
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I seem to be able to do all those things without drugs or supplements in dissociating into several personalities. |
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You may be able to do things that have some similar themes to those, but I promise you you weren't in the exact same mindsets that they were. At least, not unless you hallucinate rainbow fractals and light distortions and melting walls and people turning into demons when you're in those states of mind. |
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I used to trip...a lot. Acid was my favorite drug, I had no trouble with it. |
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Yeah, the stuff they got wasn't acid. From some of the stuff they told me it sounds more like DOI, or at least some DOx (but definitely most like DOI to me). I have a love/hate relationship with LSD. I don't think it's even possible for me to not handle my trip, but that actually factors into the trip for me. All of my acid trips are like good and bad at the same time. What I mean by it factors in is that I have these amazing experiences because as a psychedelic it just plain rocks, but I also always get stuck on the thought that I can handle more, and in the back of my mind it makes me turn all addicty about it. No matter what. The highest dose I ever took was 20 strong hits and it was a wonderful trip, but the entire trip the thought I always would come back to was "Why did I only get this much, I should've bought more, I could've taken at least 40 or 50." It got kind of annoying because it made it so that even when I had incredible trips I was never able to feel satisfied by them. |
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Imagine this visible over everything you look at, kind of a mix between the real world and this. And that is spindlywizzums. |
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Holy flippin' cow! There are a lot of posts in this thread. I only ever check this thread when it's time for me to grumble. |
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