danj
05-08-2008, 11:19 AM
am a child of the ‘80s. Just say NO and all that. “Trickle Down” That’s what they told us, also, “Drugs are Bad M’kayyy” (to us a more modern reference). We got the egg in the pan to tell us how to be. Recently, I have heard an interesting argument that my feeble, abused sponge had not yet postulated. If “They” tell us all drugs are bad, weed is the gateway to crack-whore, and then, we smoke the weed, we start to think, mebbe crack-whore ain’t so bad. I should try everything once. I digress.
The Mexicans are well known for many things where I’m from. Honest and hard working gangsters, day laborers, gardeners, restaurant workers, etc. It was through the wise eyes of a Oaxacan valet that I learned the values of a thick woman, and believe you me, there are values. He was my friend, he was a catholic and he cheated on his wife. He also reaffirmed my belief that an once of blow, three bottles of tequila, half an ounce of weed, and at least two of those feisty California girls (who were never really from California) was as close to God as you could get. Yes I did say an ounce of blow. He always wanted the thicker one, now I’m a believer. Yet again, I digress.
Fractured, blasted, bright, cartoon, latex, one plain, vacuums, falling, leaving, one. Singularity. (insert a small amount/lifetime here) Return.
Have you ever done Nitrous oxide? There is a common experience in my small sampling of people who agree that you always figure out the answer to life the universe and everything AKA the question. But it seems we all also agree that we forget the answer on the way back to consciousness. I admit, I have had enough to remember parts. Binary is the best answer I have. It seems that life is a pattern of ones and zeros, ons and offs, yes and no. Then I tell myself that was just my brain, starved of oxygen, altered, dying, telling me to breathe, breathe in the air. One last command built into the program. We are all just vectors for mitochondrial as well as (more recently) nuclear DNA. It would seem, however, that the one is more important than the zero. This is the universal religious, cultural, regional, familiar, modality. The One, the Ohm. The ego and the id, the yin and the yang, the Te and the Tao, the light and the dark, although identified as opposites, need each other, could not exist without each other, are one.
So he told me it was legal. Salvia Divinorum. Quick Wicki, seems pretty harmless, chemistry looks benign, no reports of emergency room visits, side effects include “The most commonly reported after-effects include an increased feeling of insight and improved mood, and a sense of calmness and increased sense of connection with nature—though much less often it may also cause dysphoria (unpleasant or uncomfortable mood)” also, it’s a diuretic. Straight from Oaxica, adulterated by making a tincture of said herb, then spraying it on the dried herb to make it 10x as potent, armed with the knowledge that the active psychotrope requires a torch to reach it’s flash-point, and yes it is, in fact, legal, I take a hit.
One, full sized, been smoking weed for 15 years, this shit is smooth, sittin in the comfy chair, hit. Respiration was slowed but not to the point of ataxia. This is not a Nitrous brain chemistry mistake of seeing oxygen that is not there. There is no freebase explosion, no tar calming, no nicotine rush, no cannibinoid euphoria. This is reality, smashed into a pancake, squeezed through a ringer, beautifully boxed and wrapped with the finest of tissue paper, sitting on the table in front of you. All you have to do to scrape yourself off the floor, is to make sure you are in the dimension you are most familiar with, make sure that sponge can send out the zeros and ones required for muscle contraction and will yourself to act upon the task at hand. Ah, success.
Open it up and what do you find?
Everything.
Nothing.
The One.
The Universe.
The Perfect Note.
A Defining Silence.
Singularity.
If you have the chance, I highly recommend you pick some up.
The Mexicans are well known for many things where I’m from. Honest and hard working gangsters, day laborers, gardeners, restaurant workers, etc. It was through the wise eyes of a Oaxacan valet that I learned the values of a thick woman, and believe you me, there are values. He was my friend, he was a catholic and he cheated on his wife. He also reaffirmed my belief that an once of blow, three bottles of tequila, half an ounce of weed, and at least two of those feisty California girls (who were never really from California) was as close to God as you could get. Yes I did say an ounce of blow. He always wanted the thicker one, now I’m a believer. Yet again, I digress.
Fractured, blasted, bright, cartoon, latex, one plain, vacuums, falling, leaving, one. Singularity. (insert a small amount/lifetime here) Return.
Have you ever done Nitrous oxide? There is a common experience in my small sampling of people who agree that you always figure out the answer to life the universe and everything AKA the question. But it seems we all also agree that we forget the answer on the way back to consciousness. I admit, I have had enough to remember parts. Binary is the best answer I have. It seems that life is a pattern of ones and zeros, ons and offs, yes and no. Then I tell myself that was just my brain, starved of oxygen, altered, dying, telling me to breathe, breathe in the air. One last command built into the program. We are all just vectors for mitochondrial as well as (more recently) nuclear DNA. It would seem, however, that the one is more important than the zero. This is the universal religious, cultural, regional, familiar, modality. The One, the Ohm. The ego and the id, the yin and the yang, the Te and the Tao, the light and the dark, although identified as opposites, need each other, could not exist without each other, are one.
So he told me it was legal. Salvia Divinorum. Quick Wicki, seems pretty harmless, chemistry looks benign, no reports of emergency room visits, side effects include “The most commonly reported after-effects include an increased feeling of insight and improved mood, and a sense of calmness and increased sense of connection with nature—though much less often it may also cause dysphoria (unpleasant or uncomfortable mood)” also, it’s a diuretic. Straight from Oaxica, adulterated by making a tincture of said herb, then spraying it on the dried herb to make it 10x as potent, armed with the knowledge that the active psychotrope requires a torch to reach it’s flash-point, and yes it is, in fact, legal, I take a hit.
One, full sized, been smoking weed for 15 years, this shit is smooth, sittin in the comfy chair, hit. Respiration was slowed but not to the point of ataxia. This is not a Nitrous brain chemistry mistake of seeing oxygen that is not there. There is no freebase explosion, no tar calming, no nicotine rush, no cannibinoid euphoria. This is reality, smashed into a pancake, squeezed through a ringer, beautifully boxed and wrapped with the finest of tissue paper, sitting on the table in front of you. All you have to do to scrape yourself off the floor, is to make sure you are in the dimension you are most familiar with, make sure that sponge can send out the zeros and ones required for muscle contraction and will yourself to act upon the task at hand. Ah, success.
Open it up and what do you find?
Everything.
Nothing.
The One.
The Universe.
The Perfect Note.
A Defining Silence.
Singularity.
If you have the chance, I highly recommend you pick some up.