how to get from diamorphine to fentanyl :)

disclaimer: i just dont give a fuck, its chemistry.

declinare a oricarei raspunderi : e doar chimie.

also, iam not your father, i wont hold your hand throughout this. / nu sunt darth vader, n-o sa te tin de mana in timp ce faci ceea ce vrei sa faci

plus ca i dont endorse the use of drugs & bla blaaa blaaaa & multiple shit peeps might say to whatever.

1. diamorfina/diamorphine, diacetylmorphina/diacetatul de morfina e de fapt ceea ce numim h. e peste tot pe strada, actually ar trebui s-o arzi a la homer sa n-o vezi if you know the drill.

2. fentanyl/fentora/whatever e de fapt jucaria la care vrei sa ajungi.

de ce ? fiindca in general e atat de concentrat incat ai nevoie de o cantitate mica to get to your place.

ok lets get to it.

3. cand cumperi h pe strada, vine ori in forma bazica insolubila, ori in forma de sare solubila. bineinteles ca e taiata cu o gramada de cacaturi, gen sticla pisata, lapte praf, maltoza sau nisip, whatever. important e sa iei de unde trebuie. e ok chiar si un raport de 60-40% if the price is right.

o sa pornesc de la ideea ca ai luat deja. i dont care de unde/ce/cum. nu e treaba mea.

4. pui praful pe o zona libera curata, lucioasa (o bucata de oglinda/geam) si pui peste o solutie de acid clorhidric maxim 28% (asta inseamna HCL + H2O in asa fel incat HCL the real deal la final e 28%). cam 2-3mins chestiile vor reactiona acolo,

apoi (e vorba de 1g de street shit) bagi 5ml de apa distilata si incerci sa amesteci combinatia intr-o chestie unitara. vezi ce ramane insolubil in alea 5ml de apa, btw ceea ce ramane is chestii de care n-ai nevoie.

5. ceea ce e deja in solutie ar trebui luat cu o pipeta si transferat intr-o eprubeta (acuma, daca n-ai eprubeta, un pahar de shot e ok). de fapt orice pahar e ok.

6. apoi cu o pipeta adauga amoniac pana cand intreaga solutie din paharul de shot/eprubeta/pahar normal prinde o consistenta laptoasa (in timp ce adaugi picaturile de amoniac amesteci eprubeta/shot-ul)

7. dupa ce mai bagi cateva picaturi de amoniac o sa-ti dai seama ca ai facut ce trebuie fiindca un lichid transparent ramane deasupra also, prea mult amoniac e cam aiurea fiindca e prea mult transparent on top.

8. doar lichidul laptos il transferi intr-un pahar mai mare, e important sa ramana doar the milky way stuff

9. bagi 100ml de eter etilic sau acetona peste ce e deja in pahar (check your local gas station), scuturi bine paharul (dude, better be sober) pana cand TOTUL devine laptos.

10. torni totul cam intr-un pahar de vin cu acetona/eter, la un moment dat apa o sa se decanteze pe fundul paharului.

11. intr-un alt pahar/eprubeta combini 5ml de apa distilata cu 5ml de HCL 28% si adaugi ce rezulta dupa 2-5mins in paharul important

12. asteapta si amesteca, the real stuff e pe fundul paharului important e sa reusesti sa salvezi si ce e deasupra (si daca se poate sa pastrezi, are inca urme bune, teoretic

13. in solutia care a ramas adauga putin cate putin bicarbonat de sodiu (guys, its the stuff your gfs think youll find but you never do:) pana cand nu mai respira solutia.

14. ok. good job. pune paharul pe aragaz. apa o sa se evapore, o sa ramana o chestie care in general se numeste diacetylmorphine hydrochloride (pure stuff, fentanyl), bla. a. chestia aia + sare, but who cares about salt, right ?

15. in general if youre lucky o sa ai parte de 100-150mg de pur la 1g de street stuff. and thats the real shit. the jim morrison/john lennon/bob dylan shit more or less

plus ca you no longer need lemon juice si 15mg works better than some “obliviate” of hermione

disclaimer2: youll need to get that powder into some warm stuff you know, that means take care with the dw. its super important that you get the fix right please use a good scale, as 15mg is way diff than 20/25mg.

also i dont care, i dont know, i just heard stuff from other peeps

also dont od, i wont take blame for you being stupid

rip megaupload

megaupload was the victim of some stupid state-endorsed foulplay today.

thanks for the p2p, thanks for the traffic on my account and to you gals/guys who dwld’ed my stuff, whether you actually bought the cd afterwards or not it was a privilege to be on board.

love lasts forever if you die really really young.

thanks 9gag & also this awesome archaeologist gal from maine for this pic.

se pare ca mormantul dateaza cam din 2800ien, iar dupa oase e vorba de persoane de pana in 20ani. shouldve been a pretty awesome story but.. qed

 

“‘The Lovers’ from 1972 season at Hasanlu

Hasanlu is an archaeological excavation site in Iran, Western Azerbaijan, Solduz Valley. Theses skeletons were found in a Bin with no objects. The only feature is a stone slab under the head of the skeleton on the left hand side (SK335).”

 

i think iam gonna have this made into a poster, frame it & hang it above my bed.

best q&a’s ever, as far as i can remember :)

q (i was wearin dark green cords + dark green corduroy blazer + dark green tims): ce parere ai despre legionari ?

a: niciuna. i dig green. i guess i dig leprechauns

q: where are we going?

a: dunno, but i guess its cool youre not goin there alone.

q: y u no take a stand?/y u no sign my petition?/y u no like my cause?

a: i dont care, iam doing good & really enjoy the spectacle of stupidity

q: y u no get a real job?

a: awwww poor thing..

q: y u no put more cowbell in your mixes? (really read this in chris walken’s voice)

a: … (rofl/gasping for air)

thats the best i could recall from these last 2wks, iam sure there were others but as a disclaimer i gotta say i was pretty fuckin wasted this whole time. thats just a lil smth instead of the usual corny bullshit about ny resolutions & always remember, when life gives you lemons get some h, a teaspoon & a syringe & let the good times roll

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rock on.

psa

dude/dudette,

thank you for your visit, but if youre on such a different trip, you shouldnt even be here. so please stop commenting, sending all kinds of retarded crap for me to moderate. you know your shits going to spam, why do you still bother ?

i cannot care less about advices or that “you know someone whos like me” or that i should “find my way” ofcourse religious connotations or whatever. all i say/write is personal and does not need to be universally accepted. if  theres smth you dont agree with, great

but please stop being stupid & cliche or go be stupid & cliche somewhere else.

thanks, t/c

draga amice/amica

iti multumesc pentru vizita, dar daca esti pe un trip asa diferit de al meu, nici macar n-ar trebui s-o arzi p-aci. asa ca te rog nu mai comenta, nu-mi mai trimite tot felul de rahaturi retardate sa le moderez. stii doar ca toate chestiile alea o sa ajunga in spam. de ce te mai stresezi ?

nu-mi pasa de sfaturi sau ca “stii pe cineva care e exact ca mine” sau ca ar trebui sa-mi “gasesc locul in lume” bineinteles cu tot felul de conotatii mistico-religioase. tot ce scriu aici e personal si nu-mi trebuie recunoastere universala, n-am ce face cu ea. daca e ceva cu care nu esti de acord, perfect

dar te rog sa nu mai fii prost si indragostit de clisee, sau daca vrei sa fii prost si cliseist du-te in alta parte.

multumesc si t/c

return to bad wolf bay

champagne sparkling, this aint a love song,
i love not knowing you, please dont tell me your name
those big eyes are all i need, early morning fuckin
your skin tone & your nails on my neck
my lips on your chin, we’re gettin down you & i
the old couch is all we know
my tie on the doorknob
your dress on the floor
ashtray full of fags
light another let me watch you tear my world apart
lets return to bad wolf bay, or wherever
breakfast at some classy empty joint
3piece suit & dark sunglasses to hide narcotic looks
the journey shall begin or end, should i care ?
world is moments, you are my world
the only one made for beautiful people
away from soul & mind bureaucracy
where new dawns are just old ones rehashed
ive been here already
you are the only pretty thing worth doing
so i’ll overdo you just so i can remember you
i invite you in like a bad habit
& i just love bad habits
jaded as fuck
you love my stories
i just love the way you walk
back to bad wolf bay, baby blue
i only dig this city when you’re around
your kisses are shots of absinth, i cant get enough
i might tell you all kinds of stupid shit
recite some dylan thomas in your ear
make believe, words, nonsense
you love nonsense, the only reason we still kick it
you’re attracted to the things most have learned to despise about me
iam thirsty & the bottles are all empty
drawings of your childhood on the walls
while you’re asleep & dreaming i guess the fix can only get you this far
where will it lead me thou ?
i travel alone, will you still want to know of my wanderings in the morning ?
will you be all awkward & trying to figure out what was that you saw in me
& if there was smth, was it really me or just your own projections
champagne driven
i cant dance but i know this tune
the heartbeat of walls happy they got us both in one room
this night will never be over, back to bad wolf bay
back to your life, i guess exuberance is always tied to some distant yesterday
to some recurent feeling we both share in secret
unspoken i envy your pride when you’re sober,
so you just have it & keep it
i almost think id want you to take me away too,
sober like yoko ono
and let me go someplace where clouds are blueprints for reality
but at nights you tell me iam such a beautiful crazy,
i see no clouds
& i think this works for us only under dim & city lights
you told me chris isaak looks a bit like jim morrison
i never thought of that until now, i guess you’re right
send for another bottle 5am
can you believe the songs they’re playing
27 is a difficult age i hear but i take it as another city
with its stripclubs, crossroads & casinos
liquor stores always open
my return to bad wolf bay, i’ll see you there baby blue

silly fleeting lines

if i was a stockbroker id buy your full shares & keep to myself
so nobody else would know youre all mine.
if i was a manager id build highways in the skies for you
& run your mind into the greatest of adventures
to keep you free.
if i was a writer id write the same story again & again
the one you dig so much, the one that has no wolves but cats.
if i was a rockstar id only tour the cities you visit while you visit’em
& instead of orgies & drugs id hang out with you
a nice red wine, maybe a little bit of reef
while the whole world opens up for us.
if i was an architect & mason id build castles & arches wherever you may choose
peaks or valleys, shores waterfalls open fields, woods or rivers all at your million windows.

i sure hope you share my aesthetics tho

reflections while coming back home

a guy told me i should get a haircut i told him he should ease up on the hairspray his head looked like a hardware store. there were no mirrors around so we just laughed and started talking about smth else. advices are like assholes, everyone has one and puts it to use for some kind of shit or another.

they are used to cheapen the communication so that anyone can feel like hes got smth to say and must say it proudly but no matter how loud they shriek, no matter how many nice words they use, those people have little or no bearing in the commerce of the soul. its the weird ones that matter, its their conversation the one thats worth bargaining for. it might cost you an arm and a leg but you might find yourself in a whole different world, where such wild beasts like imagination, genuine compassion, understanding still roam free, detached from any points of view or personal belief. if you find one of them, take him/her by the hand and dont let it go until he takes you there, deep in the dungeons of freedom, to a place thats beyond good & evil, where things just exist and nobody asks “what does it mean?” nobody makes lists and categorizes just enjoys the “be”. such people may often fly beneath the radar in disguises but if you are observant enough you can see it in their eyes. after the endless sea of clones with zombie eyes, these people have something that shouldnt even be there: genuine individuality and everything they do is a spectacle. they crash and burn and torch their insides with void and emptiness and rise to destroy desperation and indifference with their own weapons, cool looks as currency busting their elbows on the walls of regularity until they bleed graffiti and do it all with a smile many would consider a clear sign of cynicism but its actually serendipity. its clearness and the ultimate reality in their eyes and if you want to remain who you are just look away.

 

i missed you (my love)

i can go back whenever, the kid says.

its just so nice to be here, all you one place, one plane, i missed you.

if you are here then well.. its my place too

hes going back home, one way or another. the cats missed him. just one more step, iam gonna be back soon. and then ill be sane and we can kick it together, just hang out and live until then i must fight these bugs. they need to go away if we mean to be happy. veins itching like back then, that inverness dope, can you remember ? we had fun and every cat around loved us, hand in hand all freewheelin everywhere, dudette, i love you but this trail must go on, i cannot grow old in you know, salem’s lot i miss another tangiers the one i never had the chance to meet, but its ok, i was there for st. peters beheading or whatever. it must make some sense for some of you.

and then the veins grow larger, more stupid than things we’re supposed to be, apomorphine or straight up heroin engolpion, man i just hope the smokes get here soon. i miss the fall + the marlboro. i love the fall, its what i live for its like the ultimate sense of decadence and we all care for decadent poets, i mean i just love publius petronius and francois villon. and john wilmot. and verlaine + rimbaud, and mr. wilde punished for someone else’s crimes. so we go somewhere else, just visiting the images of past, inside us, we miss death and the glory that it should bring, thats why we so eager to talk about the death of our dearly departed. man i miss her, senior chick, kissed me once, she was 8th grade i was 7th grade. she went away all so young, we lied said it was a car crash. everyone knew, my dear heroin, i love you, you take the most beautiful peeps and turn them into legends. you make my peers immortal, a. shoots you daily, when i grow up i wanna be like you both cause youre so cool, like lou reed and nico and edie, we all wish we can go like sid or at least live long like mr. burroughs.

i can go back whenever

iam you, here with that hypodermic needle. i do it because we all float, and its so cool to float too miss h. please take me away from my desk, my block, my life, i care not about any living creature except my cats.

but well, if you are here then its my place too

one place, one plane, i missed you.