Okay, his narrative was actually totally something I can grasp. Even relate to, it meshes with my passion for driving in ways that make people think I'm insane. That said, I think his death was a good death, as it is comparable to me fucking up throttle-control and tumbling off a cliff in a tiny RWD coupe. I will drink to that.
certainly better than choking on an olive or something dumb
Everyone dies. Dying doing something fuckawesome is the way to go.
I prefer dying as far away from now as possible
Meh. My great grandmother is still alive. She lived through two world wars. Seeing the state she's in now, I'm content to die at like 60 trying to drift a RWD Corolla down a mountain at an average speed of 100 mph (average speed includes when I have to slow down to a measly 60 mph for the hairpins that are all of 40 feet wide).
Additionally, my grandfather on my mom's side came here to escape the Iron Curtain after the allies liberated the Nazi work-camp he was placed in in his native Poland. The state he was in through most of the part of my life that I can remember well was also not something I want to experience. I wish I could remember better the time when he was able to function and think coherently, but that was all over before I was 10. He died four years ago.
That's not what it's about. It's about doing something that people in general will assume can't be done. And what else are normal people willing to do for cheap thrills? The rush of adrenaline kicks the shit out of orgasm, and think how much retarded risk people are willing to take on for the sake of getting their rocks off. Judge not lest ye be judged harshly by people who are more honest than polite.
I feel straaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaange
I can't tell if I always write nearly incoherent sentences or if it's only when I smoke. I fuck up tenses and connect ideas in bizarro ways.
It affects people different ways and the conclusion I've come to via observation and direct experience is that it depends upon how you have structured the workings of your mind. The first time I got drunk I had the best grammar I've had in my entire life. I know this because my buddy pointed it out as evidence that I was drunk. Ask thisisntwally when he's on sometime, he was there.
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I feel straaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaange
I can't tell if I always write nearly incoherent sentences or if it's only when I smoke. I fuck up tenses and connect ideas in bizarro ways.
It affects people different ways and the conclusion I've come to via observation and direct experience is that it depends upon how you have structured the workings of your mind. The first time I got drunk I had the best grammar I've had in my entire life. I know this because my buddy pointed it out as evidence that I was drunk. Ask thisisntwally when he's on sometime, he was there.
I get verbose which isn't always bad but mostly makes me look retarded. especially when I'm typing because I can lose focus and return in a new tense or thinking I started the sentence differently than I actually did.
use too many words. fuck. well, whatever really it's not like I'm writing a paper.
Sadly the way my mind is structured, the effects of acid on me aren't nearly as exciting as the movie for The Wall. I've told this story before, but one of my buddies who was also tripping was all "what even is fire", in typical tripper-fashion, and on six hits of acid I busted out exactly what fire is, in terms of physics/chemistry, including why it moves like it does (the medium, air, is a fluid).
Sadly the way my mind is structured, the effects of acid on me aren't nearly as exciting as the movie for The Wall. I've told this story before, but one of my buddies who was also tripping was all "what even is fire", in typical tripper-fashion, and on six hits of acid I busted out exactly what fire is, in terms of physics/chemistry, including why it moves like it does (the medium, air, is a fluid).
Sadly the way my mind is structured, the effects of acid on me aren't nearly as exciting as the movie for The Wall. I've told this story before, but one of my buddies who was also tripping was all "what even is fire", in typical tripper-fashion, and on six hits of acid I busted out exactly what fire is, in terms of physics/chemistry, including why it moves like it does (the medium, air, is a fluid).
acid knowledge
Chemicals break down barriers in the brain. The only truly smart things I ever come up with are with the aid of chemicals. That's how I know I'm not really smart, I need to add things externally to make smart happen.
Sadly the way my mind is structured, the effects of acid on me aren't nearly as exciting as the movie for The Wall. I've told this story before, but one of my buddies who was also tripping was all "what even is fire", in typical tripper-fashion, and on six hits of acid I busted out exactly what fire is, in terms of physics/chemistry, including why it moves like it does (the medium, air, is a fluid).
acid knowledge
Chemicals break down barriers in the brain. The only truly smart things I ever come up with are with the aid of chemicals. That's how I know I'm not really smart, I need to add things externally to make smart happen.
I think I have the opposite situation but denied it for a long time.
at least I hope so, because as a realization it recently has made me feel better about things.
Oh and Medo, absurdhot Italian journalism-chick is a native New Yorker (as are a substantial proportion of Italian-Americans, though we have plenty in my hometown).
Now if only she didn't have to leave to pick her roommate up.
did you manage to not have sex again? hi5
Yes.
Unfortunately one of her roommates is off their meds so she's been dealing with some pretty terrible stuff at home. On the plus side, I'm a pretty big fan of establishing the fact that I'm not just after sex, so hey, it's well-established now. Very very well-established.
I wanted to hang out with hippie this weekend, and then I woke up 6 hours late. Got everything I needed to do on time, but didn't have any extra free time.
On better news, I'm hella cool now and not second hand cool. Aww yeeah.
Sadly the way my mind is structured, the effects of acid on me aren't nearly as exciting as the movie for The Wall. I've told this story before, but one of my buddies who was also tripping was all "what even is fire", in typical tripper-fashion, and on six hits of acid I busted out exactly what fire is, in terms of physics/chemistry, including why it moves like it does (the medium, air, is a fluid).
acid knowledge
Chemicals break down barriers in the brain. The only truly smart things I ever come up with are with the aid of chemicals. That's how I know I'm not really smart, I need to add things externally to make smart happen.
I think I have the opposite situation but denied it for a long time.
at least I hope so, because as a realization it recently has made me feel better about things.
It depends some on which thing, but selection is pretty wide. Nicotine, caffeine, THC, LSD, and psilocybin all work. Alcohol isn't good for much except linguistics. I write better drunk, und mein Deutsch ganz besser wan ich getrankt bin.
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Now if only she didn't have to leave to pick her roommate up.
did you manage to not have sex again? hi5
Yes.
Unfortunately one of her roommates is off their meds so she's been dealing with some pretty terrible stuff at home. On the plus side, I'm a pretty big fan of establishing the fact that I'm not just after sex, so hey, it's well-established now. Very very well-established.
you can answer me honestly, I won't have you arrested or anything
are you like an identity theft person? or do you get the ladies to buy you loads of shit and then just disappear one day?
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Note: Do not slam door in girl's face.
Got it...don't slam the girl in the door's face...
Do'H!
Cat in the furnace.
Meh. My great grandmother is still alive. She lived through two world wars. Seeing the state she's in now, I'm content to die at like 60 trying to drift a RWD Corolla down a mountain at an average speed of 100 mph (average speed includes when I have to slow down to a measly 60 mph for the hairpins that are all of 40 feet wide).
What about people who actually kill themselves?
Cheap (well, really expensive) thrills? Stupid.
OK
All we can hope for is that he misses and gets her in the arm instead.
i didn't mean to me
That's not what it's about. It's about doing something that people in general will assume can't be done. And what else are normal people willing to do for cheap thrills? The rush of adrenaline kicks the shit out of orgasm, and think how much retarded risk people are willing to take on for the sake of getting their rocks off. Judge not lest ye be judged harshly by people who are more honest than polite.
Now if only she didn't have to leave to pick her roommate up.
Erm... :winky::?:
I can't tell if I always write nearly incoherent sentences or if it's only when I smoke. I fuck up tenses and connect ideas in bizarro ways.
did you manage to not have sex again? hi5
It affects people different ways and the conclusion I've come to via observation and direct experience is that it depends upon how you have structured the workings of your mind. The first time I got drunk I had the best grammar I've had in my entire life. I know this because my buddy pointed it out as evidence that I was drunk. Ask thisisntwally when he's on sometime, he was there.
I get verbose which isn't always bad but mostly makes me look retarded. especially when I'm typing because I can lose focus and return in a new tense or thinking I started the sentence differently than I actually did.
use too many words. fuck. well, whatever really it's not like I'm writing a paper.
Might be time to get me one of those.
acid knowledge
I'm going to ask out absurdhot Italian journalism-chick, if you fall behind me of all people in dating you will never live it down.
And it seems one of the law girls is interested in me.
Oh shit the gauntlet has been threwn.
Chemicals break down barriers in the brain. The only truly smart things I ever come up with are with the aid of chemicals. That's how I know I'm not really smart, I need to add things externally to make smart happen.
It requires something metaphysical or mystical to oppose to have any meaning. Like some concept of fate or destiny or something like that.
I think I have the opposite situation but denied it for a long time.
at least I hope so, because as a realization it recently has made me feel better about things.
Yes.
Unfortunately one of her roommates is off their meds so she's been dealing with some pretty terrible stuff at home. On the plus side, I'm a pretty big fan of establishing the fact that I'm not just after sex, so hey, it's well-established now. Very very well-established.
On better news, I'm hella cool now and not second hand cool. Aww yeeah.
It depends some on which thing, but selection is pretty wide. Nicotine, caffeine, THC, LSD, and psilocybin all work. Alcohol isn't good for much except linguistics. I write better drunk, und mein Deutsch ganz besser wan ich getrankt bin.
you can answer me honestly, I won't have you arrested or anything
are you like an identity theft person? or do you get the ladies to buy you loads of shit and then just disappear one day?
That's like 99% a joke.