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Here I would have to COMPLETELY disagree! A large portion of the pantheon of psychadelic/dissociative drugs are POORLY understood at best. In my last reading of the relevant pharmacological literature, even the best renowned scientists didn't have clear-cut theories regarding how a given substance works...
If anyone cares to challenge me to this point, I invite them to a pharmacological debate about how Kappa Opiod receptors differ from Mu receptors, and the role of Serotonin in the neurological construct of what we consider "Normal." |
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I'm too stupid to debate, but I can tell you that most of the hard core hipsters from back in the day live in their Mom's basement now.
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i like the idea that your brain has all the drugs you'll ever need stored away, and all you need is the key to unlock it |
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I heard once there was a gland in your brain that only functions when you're like seventeen years old, and it makes you feel so good you'll have children even if sabre-tooth tigers and giant bears are hungry outside your cave. I wish they could bottle that stuff.
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Whenever we feel an emotion, a particular liquid is secreted from the brain into the bloodstream and we have a particular sensation all over the body. According to the emotion and it's intensity, it can feel good, bad, exhilarating, irritating or even death may come.
So, everything is already in the brain, chemicals only stimulate one particular juice from the brain. But there is more to it than just the brain and nervous system. Spiritually speaking, the hallucinogen temporarily and forcibly separates the consciousness or soul from the grasp of the physical body. Like in a dream, temporarily the faculty of reason is put to rest.
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Beginning in high school I'd smoke pot here and there but didn't get serious with it until I went to art school some 10-12 years ago. My roomie was a drug dealer and so I had access to free drugs. Mostly pot, pills and acid. I never shot up or such. It was a strange time. I spent a year out of the college and came back during the summer when the campus only had a skeleton crew and a handful of students with nowhere else to go. We worked for the college, it was part of the deal since it was tuition free.
So, essentially, my roomie and I had free reign on campus with no authorities to look out for. And all the druggie local kids, mostly high schoolers hung out with us. Our room in my dorm was the drug room. While my other pals, down the hall, their room was for the drinkers. And being both, I spent all my time drinking and getting high. This summer was all a blur. I'd say I took more acid in a short period of time than is safe. And always pot. A typical day began with waking up to my roomie packing a bowl. We'd pack a couple of bowls and chase off the passed out kids. Then we'd smoke up. Off to work, where, almost hourly, we smoked up. After work: smoked up. All day. We burned through weed like a fire in a ghetto. After work the druggie fake friends began showing up. Often with booze and other drugs. And so it went. All summer. Fall comes and classes resume. And still getting high and partying like lunatics. Then winter. And on into next summer. But it fucked me up in many ways. I smoked so much pot I could not enjoy it anymore. Because I'd cough so badly I'd cough myself out of being high. And eventually the campus cops and pissant RA's and such showed up. And it seems our activities over the summer weren't ignored. Eventually they acted on it. By then I wasn't living with my roomie. Had I been I'd have went to jail. They wanted me bad though, even pinned a break in on me despite me being out of twon in another state when it happened. Point is, I got a bad rep and the college shits wanted rid of me and got rid of me. So art school was fucked. All because I got high. I fell in love and cleaned up for her. Didn't win her though. But I stopped drinking, smoking pot, taking acid and whatever pills rolled my way. I've not touched anything other than a beer since then. |
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I love getting high, and drinking with friends. If i could find a gal to smoke and hang out, that would be heaven. I can't imagine being stoned and looking into a gal's eyes as i sucked her cock and finger her ass. but i can dream
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I smoke joints and I love it! btw, I'm in Holland right now =)
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