Pictures of me snapped on July 18, 2007.
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June 17.
I dreamed that I walked out onto a metal grate floor that led to three metal grate steps against a wall, outside of a building in an alley. I start dancing, but in a way that I never danced before. Dreams teach you things.
Then I was walking down the stairs with a spiritual guide, and a snake was biting me on my right side and when I removed the snake from my side, it snapped back fast and fast again, it was like trying to remove sticky tape.
The snake bit my hand and at first, I thought I saw spider legs. It is actually its fangs and a technical detail I would not have remembered, there was a covering of fnag extending halfway down it's fangs. I saw three fangs as it bit my left hand, but that is because the base of the thumb obscured the fourth fang.
When I let the snake out a window just next to the hall, I looked down on my hand and saw a couple of distinct little round dots of blood. This is a technical detail I would not have remembered.
I actually painted the dots on my hand the next morning when I went to work. I told a couple of my colleagues, Ray and Crystal and I showed them the dots that I painted on my hand.
I saw a ghost snake, that's for sure. The snake was a baby golden python. Yellow with splotches of just slightly darker yellow.
More. When I let the snake out, it turned into a guinea pig, that looked very much like my Abyssinian guinea pig. I thought to myself that if I let it out, then I will never see it again if I do not keep watching it. I saw the guinea pig run up some stairs. Then it transformed into a snake.
I am eating ginkgo biloba pills now and this gives me a clearer access to my dreams. The dream last about the snake had a vivid quality to it, and those technical details that I would have never otherwise remembered!
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June 18, 2007
Last night, I dreamed that I walked onto a garden, a garden that I walked in throughout last nights dream, I only remember this last portion. Before, the garden had lots of people. Now, it was empty as if it knew it was the last part of my dream.
There was an old, old house. When I looked from one angle, there was an eye that seemed to go that way all golden brown in colour. I walked back and saw the other eye that was painted on the other side of the door previously obscured by bushes, and this other eye looked normal painted in black.
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"Do you know what I mean?" -James Cameron, Titanic documentary
Time and space being irrelevant, it forces one to think outside the box of the Rene Descartesian box graphed along x, y, and z axis.
That means a dream dreamed years ago is just as connected to and sequential to a dream dreamed just yesterday. A dream in the future could be the just previous back story, or one of the just previous back stories to the dream had last night. Do you know what I mean? The reason why back story dreams are had in the future is because between the dream had last night and the future, things are learned that are required for understanding that back story dream, like CGI had to be understood in order to fully know about the STAR WARS prequels.
Sometimes the past, certain aspects of the past is more complex, more technologically sophisticated than the present. I would venture to say that 18th Century carpenters are more skilled and there were more complex secrets to carpentry then than there is now.
In this world, you only have one next door neighbour. In that world, even someone living on the other side of the world is your next door neighbour, thanks to teleportation, in exactly the same way as the people who are your next door neighbours are next to you in this dimension.
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Even in the nightmares you learn something. Even if one channels a bad light during one particular dream, in this world, one is supposed to plumb the depths and turn the darkness into light. Everyone contributes their little bit. One is predestined before they are born to carry a certain load and encounter certain darknesses, and this includes encounters however brief with certain dark beings but God does not test beyond one's capability. In Masonic halls, there is a black and white checkerboard which denotes this dimension which has the relativity structure of good and bad. Cosmically, sometimes a bad person does some good by accident, and in a way that would not have happened if he did not come along.
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I wrote an article about the 5th Dimension. I don't purport to want to save anyone. But the mere act of writing that article and then I walk away from people I encounter, not knowing, not caring, whether or not they ever read my article of the 5th Dimension, and not caring to tell them...
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Dream June 15, 2007.
Again, at some part of my dream, I was suddenly in a part of Thailand again. How did I get here so fast, I always ask myself. However, this part of Thailand was some distance from Bangkok.
Then I thought the words:
"Glap krungTHEP mueari?
"Ngiep by krungTHEP*.
"Mie yaak yue nee."
*The THEP part of the word krungthep was spoken loudly, sharply, with a bit of that Southeast Asian Thai throat push. And that is the way they do it there.
CGI: "Glap KrungTHEP muari? Ngiep by KrungTHEP. Mie yaak yue nee."
I looked back and I saw a old lady in her late 50s with her 17 year old son. They were Thais. I did not know them. They seemed to be sitting on wooden benches on either side of a wooden picnic table.
Translated:
"When are we going back to Bangkok?"
"We can sneak quietly to Bangkok."
"I don't want to be here."
Interpretation: Foreign languages are insidious, aren't they?
For anyone who has travelled to foreign countries, certain foreign phrases can linger and appear in a dream years later.
I often wonder if these Thailand dreams I have been having, the other day I had a dream that I was in a bus that quickly arrived in Thailand. Dreams are not always an omen of the future, most often, they are an indication about the past.
I am boycotting most websites about Thailand. I do not look at them. Too many bad flashes. A lot of them. The only one I look at is Thai-blogs.com with my pal Steve Cleary.
Mangosauce.com, and stickmanbangkok are also always worth looking at. I don't look at any others.
All I know is that the first time I was there, I overstayed 9 days. At the airport, as soon as they saw that disceprancy in my passport, they ushered me into a room. Had I not had the $75 or 1800 baht as the overstay then was 200 baht a day, that I needed to get out of there, they would have thrown me in immigration prison where conditions are guaranteed to be brutal and that diseases are just as guaranteed.
That's all my life would have been worth to them; $75. And yours too, if you were ever unfortunate enough to be in such a position.
Places like that, you don't go to again.
God has gotten me out of Thailand three times. I do not want to push my luck! I do not want to go there again.
At this point, if someone offered me a free round trip first class ticket to go there, I would say "No. No. Goddamn motherfucking no!"
And from now on, that place will be refered to as "that place"!
I refuse to reapply for my passport.
Ideally, as in the 19th Century, you should be able to travel anywhere you want as long as you want in complete freedom. However, as David Icke also talks about, there is a doublespeak, so that visa runs, bureaucratic requirements were created by Freemasons.
Freemasons actually prevent most people from being free, just as the Illuminati are there to keep most people in the dark. However beauty, freedom, wealth, poverty and indeed even time and space itself are all relative.
Travelling is not what it was ten years ago. It is worse. More expensive, more scrutiny, and more hassles. A person is treated differently, worse than they would have been before 9/11.
This is the only time in history, the last 200 years or so where there have been visa regulations, immigration departments, passports. A person did not have to worry about that in most places in the world 150 years ago. In some ways, this is the most stupidest period in history to travel.
Why would one want to go to a place that any slight accident and you could be stranded there longer than you expected.
England and the United States are the only countries worth going to. The rest are crustwiping sleazy Third World hellholes of squalor.
Basically, travelling to another country is the middle ground between staying right here and going to another planet, in other words travelling to a different country is half as insane as going to another planet, and why would you want to do anything like that.
Passports, immigration and visa regulations makes travelling to other countries an industry worthy to be boycotted.
You don't want to trade living in a First World country for living in a Third World country. They have a caste system in a Third World country. Since that is so, technically, in the World caste system, a dishwasher in a First World country ranks higher than a corporate executive in a Third World country. Yeah, there is a caste system. That is why I am living in a first world country and the Asians are living in a third world country.
No passport. When you go to another country, there is always a chance you could wind up being stranded there. When you do not go, there is no chance you could be stranded there. With Canada being the Second largest country in the World, but the First largest English speaking country in the World which straddles five time zones, why go to a country like England, or Thailand or Mexico, which are the places I would have gone, which is small countries taking up only one time zone?
Sometimes you don't need a bunch of good reasons not to go to a place when all you need is one.
The one reason not to go to that fucking place again is: the visa run.
Sure, the people are smiling, and effusive,
"Stay a little longer..." they playfully exhort.
And when a person hears that they then ask,
"Do I still have to go on the visa run?"
That is when those people nod wordlessly in that turtle way, pitying you that you placed yourself in a position of need with them, pitying you that you talked yourself in to being in a position of need with such people and in such circumstances and settings.
Reasons not to go:
Thailand: I have extrapolated endlessly about why it is not a good idea to go there.
A strange irrelevant language. Venal square airheads with one hand in your pocket trying to separate you from your money. Sleazy, evil 10bahtforonehour tuktuk drivers. Bureaucratic immigration hassles that are more trouble than it is worth. Insane weather patterns. Like my friend Bud Cameron said, "Too much bullshit in Thailand."
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Why it is not a good idea to that place can be expressed mathematically, algebraically:
x = a unit of fun, or sanuk
The travel adventure equals 2x.
The friendly women equals 3x
However, these equal a negative value:
The visa run equals -2x
The weather equals -1x
The confusing irritating language equals -2x
so,
2x + 3x - 2x - 1x - 2x = 0
Therefore, going to that place is worth nothing.
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Everybody knows the star Paris Hilton.
There would be no glamour star from that land named Bangkok Hilton, because that name has already been taken! BH is the name of their largest and most notorious maximum security prison!
And Paris Hilton recently stayed at a prison. In fact, if you just excise the lt from her name, you would get Paris Hion, which is in essence: prison.
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Dream June 25, 2007
Last night, I had a dream where a waitress was serving me food. I hand drew in the air the dream as I often do which helps me to remember the dream later on in the day.
In fact, I did see something like this later on today when I was at a steak dinner in Pouce Coupe.
As well, today, June 25 2007,I met the Mayor of Dawson Creek, the Honourable Calvin Kruk.
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Monday, July 23, 2007
Today, I discovered that I lost a bunch of CGI drawings of dreams that I stored in My Documents of my computer.
Then it occurred to me that if I were ever to teach a class about dreams, I would not slavishly resort to using reproduced prints of my drawings, rather, I would recreate the drawing of the dream each time I talk about it. That way, I would be actually channeling and the dream would be that much ever real for me, coming alive again, with me being in the Dean Noble Zone again each time I draw it.
The Natives believe in dreams very much in their society as dreams take up a larger space in the figuring of their religion than it does in Christianity or even Buddhism. The Natives also did not believe in recorded text rather passing it down each time, as indeed a living element of the story brought forth as the story teller channeled a deeper meaning tied to the story could be felt in the room of those who hear it generation after generation.
Well, anyways, that is why I am not worried about always having copies of drawings of my dreams. I can reproduce them at any time it is important for me to think of them. Besides I often have newer dreams. Lately, it is dreams of being in a high school, or else on a skytrain. Often flying dreams.
Lately, I have heard dream voices:
"People who are young hang around together in groups more than adults do because they are innocent and do not have that many issues."
I heard this voice a couple of nights ago.
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I will recount the following in the order which they happened.
I once had a dream where I saw my aunt at this place that looked exactly like the Vancouver International Airport, only this was at the Skytrain station on Main and Hastings. This is not the only dream I had at this location. I had another dream where they were planning to start yet another Expo, after Expo 86, and I was walking around looking at the new rides including a gigantic open air merry go round.
Anyways, at this airport, I see my Aunt *********. I have always had reserved thoughts about this person, thinking she was a constant malingerer always on my case. Anyways, I said hi to her, and her mouth went from a normal static expression to all of a sudden mouth wide open, and with a snide sarcastic sneer as if to say,
"I know that you never thought highly of me, that you think I am a silly duck."
It was in a split second, without any of the moves in between, from a flatly closed mouth to a wide mouthed sneer.
Then I read in Jane Robert's The Seth Material, that in dreams of relatives, often real feelings and opinioned are seen, and it is as if one could not hide their true feelings to their relatives and vice versa.
I am the blue one. The one in the white shirt is the Chinese landlord.
In another dream, I was at the top floor of a mall that sold sporting equipment. Then as I approached the shelf, I saw my old Chinese landlord. He was young, in his thirties and wearing a long sleeved white shirt with a tie. The white shirt was of a superior master vibration quality. Vanilla ice cream on a hot sparkling sunny summer day kind of white, and without a single wrinkle. He expressed that he wanted to be my friend again, and saying that he did not do anything bad to me lately...
I staunchly walked away, like the stubborn ghost that we all are in our dreams when we cowishly do not like somebody. I did not want to talk to him again!
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SKYTRAIN STATION WAY THE HECK OUT IN THE BOONIES
I will always remember this dream segment. This is a skytrain station way out in the sticks. In the distance is a house.
Often in dreams I am on a field trip. The skytrain station is my mode of transportation from one town to another. Oh, and I always remember that I am usually not alone in the skytrains so there are other entities using this astral projectional teleportation mode of transportation in common.
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RELEGALIZE IT
Years ago, there was a reggae song called 'Legalize It' by Peter Tosh.
A more apt and accurate term would be "re-legalize it", as marijuana and cocaine were legal 100 years ago. To term it Relegalizing it, then adds a poignancy and a legitimacy to the argument of why marijuana and cocaine ought to be legalized.
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SPEAK TRUTH TO POWER
Stories to the top,
Stories of the top,
But not stories from the top
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FLIGHT ATTENDANT FIRED
A flight attendant was fired for posting pictures of herself in her uniform on the internet.
Fire the Friendly Skies!
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PART TIME FULL TIME
The term part time and full time probably did not exist before the industrial revolution. These terms obviously iatrogenically entrap people into concepts of inadequacy if they do not find a job that takes up 8 hours a day of their time.
History books are obviously lyng when they say that slavery was long ago abolished.
I like to imagine that in medieval times, before the banker's hours and the 40 hour work week imposed by the Industrial Revolution, businesses around towns had all different hours and one got to know certain business people's schedule.
For example, Rick the ironworker had the business open from 9 to noon, had a five hour break and opened from 5 to 10. The person who sold bread was only open for three hours from 7 am to ten.
The village seamstress and clothes maker and mender liked to work 10 hours a day. And so it went. No pun intended.
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MEDIEVAL DAYS
There is a certain third world country out there which will be unnamed here. This is certainly not a country that I would care to ever visit again.
There is a lot of talk about Islam being a religion that is medieval.
But this country that I am alluding to has fully enactent within it all the forces of feudalism, polygamy, celibate priests, and the divine right of kings. You might fairly say that this country has one foot firmly in the Middle Ages!
Recommended viewing:
Worst Jobs in History with Tony Robbins, the Middle Ages
http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=-5445259343105852705&q=worst+jobs&total=214&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=7
I used to think about people who made more money than me at art, or writing. Until I realized that being a good artist and making lots of money are two competely different skills. There are lots of people who made ten times the money the most successful artist or writer ever has and that person did not paint a single picture not write a single book.
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OSAMA AGAIN AND AGAIN
The nefarious Osama bin Laden has again posted another video. The videotaped avenger strikes again! What is the budget of the CIA? Millions? More like billions! Considering the budget of the CIA, and the US military all of whom are purportedly looking for this guy, six years after 9/11, and what is more bizarre, seven years after Osama bin Laden's now much forgotten 1993 attempt on the World Trade Center the technologically advanced CIA army are looking for him while he is still hiding in a cave with third world trappings, uncaptured.
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SYSTEMICISM BUDDHISM
The Buddhists are a very manipulative religion. Organized religions tend to be a morphed reality from what they originally intended.
For instance, a Buddhist cult teaches a meditation technique. Fine. But those who stay around long after they learned the technique are there for other reasons, namely reasons of power, politics, and they are into some long term systemic shit.
In other words it is systemicism which pervades Buddhism. Systemicism.
What can you say about an organized religion cult when you got within it a Zen Buddhist Priest but who is also a psychiatrist who is paid to write reports calling people crazy. And he does. A Zen Buddhist psychiatrist who goes around calling people crazy.
The head Priest at that cult has more than once, counselled certain people to change their names, wear robes and keep their heads shaved bald every day for the rest of their life.
I once heard him say to this lady,
"It is amazing that you are doing as well as you are considering your husband is an alcoholic."
Richard Dawkins and Christopher Hitchens is right. Stay away from cults.
Not surprising when you consider that the government in power in Burma is a Buddhist military junta which placed the democratically elected president Aung Sung Suu Kyi under house arrest. Yes, it would be interesting to see the links between the SLORC and the Schwedagon.
On September 26, 2007, the military junta in Burma cracked down on a week old protest in their usual way with the results being two monks were killed, one civilian killed, and hundreds beaten with truncheons and/or otherwise arrested. That fucking place just doesn't get any better, does it?
And the Buddhists in that land in particular which I still refuse to name, are accesories to polygamy, enforced celibacy, and in that kind of society, one simply can not be had without the other.
According to Chris Hitchens, the Dalai Lama receives funding from the CIA and a lot of money goes into a Buddhist guerilla insurgency training camp in Colorado.
Chris Hitchens also says that the Buddhist government in Sri Lanka fights the Tamils.
The Tibetan Buddhists were oligarchists, plutocratics, theocratics.
Buddhists in Asia do not believe in helping cripples and panhandlers because according to their doctrine, it is their karma.
In a lot of ways, Buddhism is certainly worse than Christianity.
It is best to follow a National religion if one chooses to follow any organized religion at all.
A cult is a form of religion, and not the other way around!
Kate Winslet starred in a movie about somebody who had to be deprogrammed after spending years in a cult.
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CHINESE DUMPINGS
For decades, the Chinese liked to employ a practice called dumping. This is a way that seeks to undermine the local economies by flooding the market with artificially cheap priced products. This is because they pay their workers a mere pittance.
They have been doing this for decades.
Those other countries dump more products into North America, way more, than vice versa.
The North American's brilliant response is to draw up lawsuits targetted towards the cheap priced toys from those foreign countries that are taking away jobs from North Americans.
PM Brian Mulroney sold us out when he helped in drafting a Free Trade deal which benefits the Americans more than the Canadians. Before Free Trade, Canadian goods were protected internally with subsidies and US goods were more heavily tariffed. Before Free Trade, there was no less dumping of products. Before that, Canadians were able to support their own industries.
Well, if PM Mulroney did not personally enact the Free Trade deal, he was the head of an administration that pushed it through.
Free Trade was not only selling Canada out to American interests, but ultimately transnational global interests. That is why there was the recession of the 90s, that is why there is so much dumping of products. That is why there is so much outsourcing, which is why most of the telephone operators of American Telephone and Telegraph work in India!
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BRITANNIA RULES THE WAVES AND WAVES AND WAVES
"Democracy is the worst form of government, except for all the others."
-Winston Churchill
On Wikipedia, it was disclosed that Rasputin was murdered by a British agent who happened to be a high ranking military official, a sharpshooter and a sophisticated gun that time's version of a smart gun, was used.
Wikipedia further stated that the reason Rasputin was killed was that he used his political influence to get a pro-British member of the Russian Parliament fired.
There are no countries with a large land area that is a monarchy. Indeed the only monarchies in the World are those with a land area smaller or not much larger than England, and certainly not any that are more powerful militarily.
Russia, China, India? No. They all used to be monarchies but certainly not anymore.
Certainly the United States and Canada are not monarchies. The World is effectively under the thumb of the British.
And who says that is a bad thing? The British are the worst government except for all the others. English is the only language that I would ever speak.
I have disabused myself of the notion that I would ever seriously want to live in any country in which English is not the primary language.
Tonal languages are geekily impossible and intolerable.
English has only 26 upper case letters and 26 lower case letters equalling 52 letters. Just like a deck of 52 cards.
Other languages have at least that, and in some cases, thousands of individual characters each representing a word. Yeesh.
Languages with extraneous superfluous diacritical markers, punctuation symbols and weird anal dipthongs I don't want to know!
Thai is a language which has the extraneousity of tonal markers delineated as corrupted numerical forms.
English is a very minimalist language, yet one with the largest vocabulary in the World according to the Guiness Book of World Records.
In fact, the flag of Thailand is one certain segmented radiating spoke of the Union Jack. That is, aside from it being an exact chromatic anagram of the American flag.
Another word about the Union Jack. Only at sea is it referred to as the Union Jack. On land, it is referred to as the Union Standard. This is from a recent episode of the new incarnation of Doctor Who.
English asks so little and gives so much. Unlike every other language which asks so much and gives so little.
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NO CHILD FOR ME
I have not sired any offspring. And I do not ever want to sire any offspring. Children are a hassle. They never meant very much to me.
Life is much less stressful without children. Some people have the temperament where they want to have children. I have the temperament, the personality, that I definitely do not.
Indeed, I do not think very much of the human race itself.
Sure, the human race may have thrown up a few advanced technological gadgets like the Nintendo DS, but largely humanity, when you consider the mentality of much of the surface population of the Earth is largely squalid, dissolute, intemperate, and nasty.
Mainly, children are people who are impetuous, precocious, puerile, unevolved, children at schoolyards are so cruel to one another that I would rather have been homeschooled than to risk having some of them as peers.
As for continuing my genes, that would also mean continuing the genes of my progenitors whom I do not think very much about. I think my ancestors were largely rogues, brigands and undocumented people, otherwise I would know more about them. Travellers who have had children out of wedlock with brothel prostitutes is probably the people who comprise about 70% of my ancestral lineage, in all scientific likelihood.
"Mommy Daddy This is Teapot."
Only the richest kids from the most priveleged parents get to live in a kibbutz.
A kibbutz is like a boarding school. In England only the richest kids get to live in a private boarding school.
The rich know what children are for. They are for reasons of politics, to continue the genetic line, for reasons that as Orwell said, the most powerful people are the ones who are able to choose their successors, and to strenghten political, business, or military family alliances.
It is the poor who are saddled with the frustrations of the obligation of actually living with and trying to maintain a family unit with all the financial limitation with all the resentment, frustration, acrimony, abuse and protracted histrionics that is associated with.
In a kibbutz, the people who work there are professionals and are legally accountable if any abuse or anything otherwise untowards occurs.
Only a few families wind up being perfect, ideal, and an enviable situation because anyone who studies curve theory will know that most families are dysfunctional and unenviable to a greater or lesser degree.
The family is a vestigial social possibility that lingers from the hunter gatherer days.
The rich has psychically transcended the primordial thought patterns that the poorer generally gravitate towards and that is the obligation to archetypally and actually act out the family setting and scene.
Kids in kibbutzes are not subject to the intense interpersonalization and the verbal abuse that comes with living with parents.
A rich kid from a boarding school sees his parents as no more or less than societal units there to fulfill a role that involuntarily needs to be fulfilled like a Police Officer, a politician, or a banker.
When a poor child turns 18 and moves out, there is the initial shock and feeling of separation anxiety.
Not so for the borstal boy, because in essence that kid has lived that way all his life!
This was not so when I was growing up, but now, 16 is the new 18 if you are living in an abusive home. You can leave home at 16 now. I wish that were so when I was growing up because I left home at 18 but I wish I had left at 16. I really did not like my family. I certainly hope that I never see any of them again.
The one thing I will say about my family is that they bailed me out of that godawful place. I was staring down eventually having to have to go on another one of those goddamn visa runs and I asked for and got from my family an advance of $800 CAD sent via snail mail and Western Union.
That is how bad "that place" is, that I had to get my dysfunctional family to bail me out. Which means that place is even more, in the long run, pervasively dysfunctional. For that, I will always be grateful to my family for.
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RED BULL
Red Bull visa run = Red Bullshit.
I never liked Red Bull. It has a sort of sour, candy assed, sugar coated, mediciney pilley flavour that leaves an awful aftertaste.
And it has that sickly syruppy texture. Of course the reason they made it so viscous is so that people could not mainline it.
The much touted speed effects are negligible and arguably, a placebo. It is certainly not much compared with cocaine which is the superior speed. I am afraid that cocaine has spoiled me for Red Bull. At $3 a can, one is better off getting two cans of Bull Max beer at $1.40 for each can.
For 3 cans of Red Bull, you can get a $10 rock of crack cocaine and that will get you higher than 100 cans of Red Bull.
It is some square parody of cocaine.
Ask anyone in Dawson Creek, do they ever see me drinking Red Bull? Ask anyone from when I was travelling in Thailand, how often was I drinking Red Bull?
In Thailand, Red Bull is half the price of a can of beer and I wasn't even drinking it then.
Why would I drink it here when it is 2x the price of a can of beer?*
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*Comparative prices
Thailand
Leo Beer 20 baht
Chang beer 22 baht
Singha Beer 27 baht
Red Bull 10 Baht
Canada
Bull Max beer$1.40
Molson Canadian beer $1.65
Red Bull $3.00
As you can see, Red Bull is half the price of a can of beer in its country of origin, Thailand and twice the price of a can of beer in Canada, and to be honest, equally unpalatable.
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Actually, stay away from doing too much cocaine. It has an extremely sleazy devilish quality. And sometimes it can be downright evil! One has to be extremely careful with cocaine.
"Don't do any drug that you would not do alone."
Actually, that sentence occured to me as I was on the bus returning from Chetwynd last Labour Day. It was as if some kind Shaman type on the bus sensed that I was planning to smoke a rock that evening and telepathed that sentence of advice to me.
Last Labour Day was a high holiday for me.
I would drink beer alone. I would smoke pot alone. There is no way I would do cocaine alone without something to help with the bullshit comedown, like alcohol, rivotrol, mogodon, Nyquil, or morphine. There is not that phrase "bullshit comedown" with any other drug.
Cocaine, like alcohol, and unlike pot, is a quantitative drug. The more you do, the higher you will get, whereas with pot, one reaches a plateau and does not get higher with using more. Don't do too much, or the comedown will be an evil one!
That smooth streaming silky emanation from the liver that makes one think that every bad thing said on the TV News seem like a good idea. Where even the most innocuous names and trivia running around in the mind take on a tinge of profound evil and then the thoughts start to double in on themselves. You really got to fight that.
My friend Mark Roy who was a very experienced cocaine user told me that the comedown does not last for more than three hours. Look at the clock and figure out when three hours later will be, if you ever do too much coke. A doctor would do that.
In fact, crack cocaine and Christmas celebration is an oxymoron. A person is better off ordering a fancy Japanese dinner than to suck back a rock of crack cocaine for a Christmas celebration.
However, it was the strengthening bracing properties of cocaine that had given me the strength, the resolve and dutch courage not to visit my parents for over 15 years. It was cocaine that has given me the courage to travel.
Incan Nobles were given cocaine on their deathbed and upon their death to help console them and guide them through the initial phases of dying.
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