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What I'm getting at is that it's better to have good stuff in moderation every month or whatever than to be permernantly off your face like some chav waster. Quality, not quantity. |
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Well, for the past 3 years I've chosen abstinence. It really does take quite some time for those chemicals to leave your body, I'm suprised I don't suffer from 'wet brain'. But after awhile you sort of "wake up", and experience things on a different level... |
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whats wet brain? drug residue constantly lingering in your brain like a mouldy towel? |
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I'm heavily into drug abuse.....i cant help but run into my chemist and shout insults toward packets of paracetamol. |
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oooh, this will be fun. in high school, i couldnt find real drugs, so i took to robotripping (dxm). at first it was bottles of robitussin, then we found somewhere online which sold dxm powder, and over the course of a summer we went through 30 g of the stuff. that was about 750-1000 mg per person 2 or 3 times a week. that stuff did nasty stuff to our brains - we've discussed it since then (this was like 5 years ago... damn) and agree we both have some mild cognitive impairments we attribute to our abuse of the drug. eventually our supply ran dry and after doing the powder chugging a whole bottle of cough syrup wasn't as inviting, so we quit. ive since done it maybe twice with some friends, and its a surreal experience to be in a head-space you haven't explored in years. also in high school i was doing lots of perscription drugs - adderall, xanax, vicodin, whatever i could get my hands on but never had but of an abuse problem with it. after that i started smoking a lot of weed, and really haven't stopped since. for a while i had to quit - we were getting a lot of shit weed with all sorts of paranoia and stuff. when i went to college, i started dealing out of the dorms and was smoking somewhere around 3 or 4 grams a day. constant bong rips, i was high for probably a year straight. ive cut down since, now an eight lasts me around a week. also starting in college i got into all sorts of uppers. at first it was ritalin and adderall, but second year when i moved in with a few girls who were into heavier stuff i started smoking meth. theres no feeling in the world like being up for 36 hours with your friends, all tweaked out and having what feel like the most meaningful conversations in the world. of course when we weren't on the stuff our house was a fucking mess - constant fighting and arguments. we hated each other. when the friends who had been supply us with the speed disappeared into their own heroin and cocaine addictions we quite as a house and universally became more amicable with each other |
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nowwww starting about a year ago, when i turned 21, i started drinking a lot more. before it had mostly just been when hanging out with friends in the evening and going to parties, but gradually it got to the point where i was drinking every day. then in the summer i started seeing this girl who was also an alcoholic and we just dove down into this wonderful world of alcoholic bliss. we were splitting half a liter of whiskey a night, almost on a nightly basis. then she left me, or i left her - im not even sure - after a lot of really nasty fighting as well as some awful things happening in her life. as is super typical, my drinking became even heavier, and this time it was mostly alone. i was drinking between a half and whole bottle of whisky an night, blacking out weekly, just being alone in my own misery. my low point was during a trip back home i blacked out, couldnt find my way home 5 blocks from a house i spent 18 years living in, then had to scream for my dad because i couldnt even find the stairs. then on my flight back, on a layover in chicago-o'hare, i blacked out while drinking double after double of scotch, and woke up on the plane about 7 hours later. that was my low point. since then managed to limit myself, altho i would in no way say im drinking 'healthily.' i've had no scotch since then (early january), have had a few bourbons, as well as a bottle of gin i once bought. im only drinking beer now, but still its between 5-8 bottles a night, but im also eating better so im not getting nearly as drunk as i had been. phew. so yeah, thats my story. ive managed to live through it and ive learned a lot (im not even gonna begin to get into me and psychedelics). im the cleanest ive been in years right now, which is kind of ridiculous considering i still drink and smoke weed and cigarettes pretty much every day (actually i didnt drink two nights ago for the first time in a few weeks), but im getting more control over myself and hopefully once i graduate in about three months i hope to figure |
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my shit out |
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The only point left of my "trouble triangle" is booze. It's my least favorite and I wish I could give it up completely but it's so difficult. Easy to get, cheap, and not as frowned upon by society as other substances; this all adds up to me drinking almost every day. Binging isn't a problem, it's that steady, warm buzz I am always chasing. The line between work and leisure is crossed as soon as I get a cold drink in my hands and I savor the taste of thee. One six pack/half bottle a night is my abuse. It's so easy, you see, no having to "go around the block" or search out sneaky spaces to indulge behind, no danky smells involved, only bags and bags of embarassing empties. I used to have access to a "volcano" for herbs but 'las I can't afford one myself, the dope smoke was the best. I wish I lived in a trailer so I could get high every day! But Oh, memories of drunk food excitement and interacting in crowds with no worries, these booze things I will surely miss. Other than that, you take my money, rot my insides, and kill my imagination. I look forward to creating solid shits. Last night ever, starting... |
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I was big into drinking, klonopin, and cocaine until I overdosed 1 month before my 21st birthday and had to go inpatient to rehab. Then when I got out I was sober for a day and met some kid that was big into meth, so i started smoking meth for about 2 months, and some how spent about 1500$ on the shit. hedphukkerr is right about feeling amazing and being up for 36 hours.... I was up for almost 3 days once whilst on the shit... I couldn't eat a thing either. Lost tons of weight and looked like a corpse. Somehow I managed to get away from the kid and quit everything cold turkey, but not without losing a few friends... So now I drink and smoke cigarettes and am prescribed to clonazepam and do the occasional line if i'm out and at the bar, but I hate coke if i'm not drunk. I don't know why i even bother except that i'm drunk and have poor judgement. As for heroine, the city i live in , gloucester, is the heroin capital of the world since i live on a port/island. we've got methadone clinics for the x-junkies every 20 miles around here. I've never tried it and never will. |
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drugs fx to body and mind,but not soul. a bus to drugs station never arrive,lol? |
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Ive tried H, but never Meth. Something scares me about that drug even more. |
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where i live everyone smokes weed. everyone drinks, too. i grew up smoking the shit, pretty much every day since i was 15-16. i tried drinking for a bit, but luckily i got alcohol poisoning when i was 17. i thought i was going to die and at the time i was hoping i would. ever since then i have been a very occasional drinker and i never drink more than 2 drinks. actually a week ago i told all my friends that i'm done with the booze completely and i've kept to that without much effort. my weed smoking has been drastically reduced over the last 2 years and i'll go for weeks or months without ever touching it. when i do smoke it only takes a puff of the good stuff to get me totally fucking high. it's just like someone mentioned earlier. you get all happy and life is great and all, but then you come down and all you have are fuzzy memories. plus, half the time i get all introspective and paranoid. self-critical, if you will, and i don't need that shit. i first took mushrooms when i was 15 years old, on the beach, with all of my good friends. i sat on a sand ledge with my buddy jasper, waiting for them to kick in, watching the sun slowly sink into the ocean. as that last ray of orange light dissapeared i could see it traveling across the ocean towards me, like a colorful blast wave, and when it hit me it was like i could feel the light washing over me and it was a new and beautiful sensation. then things dimmed and the humming in my ears subsided and i looked over at my friend and we both burst into laughter and i fell off the two foot ledge and so did he and we laughed some more, then ran back to the camp to jump and spin and dance and laugh with the others. colors and shapes seemed to breath in and out, expanding and contracting. the moonless sky above was star-strewn black lake that rippled of its own accord. then the youngest of us slipped into his own mind and started jabbering on about complete nonsense. words left his mouth, not in a thread, but in disconnected clumps. |
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his eyes were almost purely pupil and they darted back and forth wildly as he rambled on like a drunken freestyle rapper. then he took off at a full run down the beach and we all stood there, at a loss. the night was black and we had but one dim flashlight that died a few minutes into our search. finally we heard him up in the driftwood piles. he was lying on his side, arms and legs at decidedly awkward angles, while he howled like a coyote and sobbed. we gathered around and i could feel the fear growing in us all. we pulled him upright and set him on a big log and he started to vomit all over his own shoes. he went on and on till there was nothing left in him and then he was done, empty. we gave him water to drink and he did. then, after many deep breaths, he got up and without a word started making his way back to camp. i felt hugely relieved, as there had earlier been frantic discussions of called parents and brightly lit hospitals and other such terrifying thoughts, and it seemed we had avoided such scenarios. i think the whole ordeal sobered us up a bit and when we got back to camp we all ate and drank of the salty and sweet junkfoods as teenagers will and that sobered us up even more. a few of my friends would ingest many of the mushrooms in years to come and they all would be forever changed as a result. i, however, wouldn't eat them again until just last year, having been profoundly affected by my first experience. twice i have eaten them in the last 12 months and both times have been incredibly euphoric and memorable experiences. i like being able to get that high and then being able to remember much of it in detail, so i will possibly take them again this summer. probably while camping up one of the rivers in the area, but i might not, too. it sorta goes against my recent body as temple philosophy, so we'll see. never did any but those 3 drugs and the grits, which i'm still addicted to after 5 years without so much as a single drag. |
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i stopped smoking weed, stopped drinking, stopped smoking fags. i dont feel much better but i have a damn site more money these days. |
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I've been largely sober for some six years, so much so that my friends will tease me about it. But yea, I've been clear ever since a few years ago when I unwittingly got a hold of some bad and impure hash (I mean total shit, perhaps literally), that really sent me flying on a crash course, both mentally and physically: I vomited and all that fun stuff... And like someone said, it is at these moments that you realize how much saner it would be to have a regulating body that would ensure quality control and drive this kind of nasty shit off the market... But anyway, I have no regrets, except trusting the wrong people. Hash by itself can be wonderful, but I would avoid it when you never know where it's coming from (the same reason I haven't done ecstasy). I've never been keen on alcohol, and of all the drugs I've tried, it's certainly the one that is the most destructive. Too bad that it has the status that it has as this socially sanctioned weekend lubricant. Or maybe others have better experiences with it than I do, but I see it as a shallow drug. I've done LSA (morning glory seeds) and Salvia, both of which experiences were highly informative, even though I chickened out and never experienced recommended doses. The psychedelic side of things I except to explore more when I have the proper set and setting for it. I think weed can not only be harmless but really good for you (socially, artistically, psychologically) - especially when homegrown or whatever, it's a beautiful thing to have. But yea, I've experimented with this soberness thing for some years now, and I find it has its good sides and bad sides. Many effects of drugs can be replicated without any chemical stimulants, but certainly not all. |
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i have all but quit drugs now after 16 years of recklessness, i enjoy the odd one or two joints once week...which is a fuck load better than over an 8th a day of skunk, a 8th or more of coke a week and 2 seroxat tablets a day (as was my quota for the last 7 years). now if i can just quit the booze... |
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i'm still a massive wreckhead |
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i did dxm for the first and last and only time at an autechre show that shit sucks |
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yeah, it really is quite dumb. its like being fucked up for the sake of being fucked up, theres no real euphoria or any "good" feelings... just off. |
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after my boyfriend finishes up tattos, i plan on going to the bars tonite and getting blissfully drunk enough to talk to pepole i went to highschool with... what else am i going to do on a friday nite... |
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i dont do drukqs not even alcohol at the moment. i am trying to clean my head from light ocd and obsession thoughts which is also light i guess.i think alcohol makes it harder to overcome this.i think i am going to stay away from alcohol at least to may and work my head shit out. |
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Most of the google ads on the main page are for treatment centers now. 'Just something to think about. |
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i pissed the bed cause i got so drunk last nite. good times. my boyfriend is at the laundromat right now. I am not drinking anymore. |
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drinking that hot milk and weed concoction sent me to fucking mars and back. i combined it with a couple of double gins and away i went. good times |
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DUBturbo. good times |
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