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

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.

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.

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

pentru detalii despre studio, echipa de productie, proiecte sau orice altceva legat de ingineria sunetului, trageti un ochi pe situl DAW

rock on.

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

i sure hope you share my aesthetics tho

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.

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.