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Oct 13, 04
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tech/jib writing book
In the past, I did some of that nice, clean (ummm, no) drug known as speed. As I didn't do it very often, a little amount got me quite mangled. One particular time, I thought it would be a good idea to test my mind high against that of mine sober.
Unfortunately, this led me to writing the words: As soon as the words were on the paper, every thought that rushed into my head was speedily transfered to the paper. I explained what I called the delusions of wealth and power,and the illusion of right and wrong. Shortly after that, I moved on to "The Meaning of Life", which, even as I read it now doesn't NOT make sense. Shortly after the prior paragraph was finished, I was called into work. I work at a kiosk in the middle of a somewhat busy mall. Every single person that walks by gets at least a second of your attention. I studied everyone and decided that every person is judgemental as soon as their brain registers an object. I give a theory that loneliness is actually an alarm to protect your mental health that goes off whenever you are mentally in danger, including when you are alone. One of the most interesting and confusing parts of the booklet is when I go into detail about how likely it is that every person percieves objects completely different of one another. From there, I seem to flow flawlessly into: "The logic behind reincarnation" which basically explains that energy must balance in existence and the only way to be able to do that would be to recycle it. The relationship of Energy, matter, and that below matter follows that. It explains the theory that it is possible to have different things occupy the exact same space at the exact same time. Based on drastic changes in the speed of which anything moves, it can change from light to matter and so on. At one point, I even recall (incorrectly), a recurring dream that I had when I was very young. "The human invasion" is a very strange concept I thought up after several days without food, water, or anyone to keep me company. The human invasion states that people actually did not evolve on this earth. That we were brought here by our "father specis" as an experiment to see how much the environment affects us. It goes on to show the holes in the evolutionary theory and points out how out of place we are on earth, and how very, very dangerous everything on earth is to us. I go into a jaunt about why I believe that people's first answer to a question is usually a lie. Because the small chance that they could get away with lie, in their minds, outweighs their minor punishment that is garaunteed for telling the truth I then go into great detail into my beliefs about living a karmatic way of life...definitly one of the more interesting bunches of words. Next, is my views on raves past and present which I'm sure some of you have seen in another post. NOW: .... THE ANSWER TO THE QUESTION WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR..... NO Tech does not make you smarter, it makes you think that you are while you're on it..... So the moral of the story? If tech doesn't make you smarter, doesn't give you any gain physically or mentally, then what is the point? 2 months now. If any of you have any writings or anything else that you did on drugs just so we know what to get
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Oct 13, 04
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Just so everyone's clear, the aim of this post is to show how much speed alters your perceptions when it comes to what you're doing. I haven touched the shit in months, and I don't recommend it to anyone I mean, look at what it did to my head. That wasn't even that late that the sleep dep, it was the tech that made him think that he was good....why?
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Oct 14, 04
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Wow... no wonder I have no want or desire to touch it EVARRR! I already think I'm the best without that shit. I couldn't imagine how cocky I'd be then... :p
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Oct 14, 04
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The shit makes you believe you are good at whatever you're doing. Up until I read the full, 200 page notebook that I did in one night, I believed that it did make me better at some stuff. The drug convinces your brain that it is helping you. It's some messed up shit. If you haven't tried it, I don't recommend it. I have been clean for about a month and a half now. You don't even know you're addicted until you're really really addicted. Last weekend, I had a party here, and these randoms that came started busting it out all over my coffee table (they knew I was addicted to speed and didn't want to do it again.). That feeling, that overwhelming sense of need scared me so much. The logical part of your brain knows that you don't want to touch it, but then, sometimes, this other part of your brain takes over that says if you don't: you'll die. That feeling was just what I needed to not do it. It made me realize that, indeed, it was only an addiction, and that shit's easier to beat than the belief that it makes you better at everything. I learned that the feeling is fake, and since then...I could have a ball sitting in front of me right now, and it would make me more sick than anything.
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Oct 14, 04
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Here's my blurb on meth, I feel I should share, since I've recently realized some things about it.
1. Speed releases adrenalin. When there is adrenalin in your brain, your pineal gland kind of goes into hibernation. The pineal gland is what's generally acknowledged by many as the seat of the soul. It produces melatonin, which regulates sleep cycles, and DMT, which regulates your grip on reality/spiritual experience/connecting to god and whatnot. Now, when you got a head full of adreanaline, the pineal assumes there must be some sort of danger around, so it makes sure in particular not to release and DMT. You wouldn't want to start tripping out while being chased by a tiger, right? :) The more regularily you do meth, the more adrenaline and less DMT you'll have in your head. This is what I believe is responsible for the whole 'spirit trapped in a cage' feeling you get from regular meth usage. 2. Now this part is wierd. As far as I've found, speed gives you a solid connetction to the lower astral plane, more commonly known as the place we go when we dream. It's the plane of illusion. If you think it, it becomes real. The low end of the astral plane seems to be chalk full of interesting ideas, memes, as well as people's mental shit. *Go read Johnny the Homicidal Maniac #6, the part near the end about Waste Locks. It pretty much explains it to a tee. 3. I think the astral plane's inhabited by wanderers/lost souls/dead nazi soldiers. But that's just what I think. I really can't prove it. 4. The longer you stay up, the harder it is for your brain to figure out what is physical and what is astral. That's when the audiovisual hallucinations start to get either really interesting or kind of scary. 5. The speed bugs! They drive you to write, draw, talk, fuck, get high or whatever, for as long as they can get you to go for. They seem kinda like nerve impulses. They're pretty fun to pop n lock with too. You can throw em at people, they can throw em back (if they notice), but you can never seem to get rid of those damn bugs once you know they're there. (So do yourself a favor and forget that you read this) 6. If you didn't gather from #3, Hitler fueled his army with methamphetamine. Apparently Hitler was pretty into the stuff himself. I wouldn't be suprised if he even managed to deify himself in the speed continuum when he killed himself too. I feel this alone is responsible for a whole lot of the dark vibes speed creates. 7. Suprisingly, the set and setting laws do seem to apply just as strongly to speed as they do to any psychadellic drugs. So yah. Crazy substance. The heart is the philosophers stone, the ultimate means to an end... but I'd say meth is a pretty close darkside second. Last edited by Rytalin; Oct 14, 04 at 12:05 PM.
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but just don't ever think you've beaten the addiction, it'll be with you for the rest of your life.
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Oct 14, 04
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That shit turns you into a megalomaniac. So much fun while ur doing it, that you pretty much do it non-stop for days straight. Sure writing an essay on the deterioration of tribal societys due to european dominance can be fun at the time. Then you spend the rest of the time wanting more, and slowly, slowwwwwwly, slowwwwly coming down. Then when your almost down, but still awake, you walk to the kitchen like a fucking 3rd world country victim and force a bowl of whatever down your throat, then lay in your bed hallucinating at the ceiling from the lack of sleep and feeling like your dieing. So cool.
That shit is hard to quit if you get into it. Glad i never did because i still have my brain intact.
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Oct 15, 04
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As for the not being human part... Your senses are heightened when afraid, in 'flight or fight' mode, exercising etc. Metabolism speeds up, nerves are hypersensitive, more calories and resources are used up. The body isn't built to endure prolonged hyper attention. Nerves being to chaffe, throw in some malnutrition, and sleep deprevation and your brain starts degenerating and turns to mush. Being sketchy is a pretty much withdrawl. Noticable signs of being sketchy can last up to two weaks; Brain and body rewire and repair themselves. Use again in that time and you're not just back to step one, you're back a step. Now do that every week. Quote:
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Oct 18, 04
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Oct 18, 04
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I hate to say this Woodstock, but a lot of your ramblings make a certain amount of sense to me.
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