The Cigarette Bible

The Cigarette Bible

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Genesis

To be a cigarette…

is to be squashed with other strangers for weeks or months in a dark
room with no air to breath, no space to move, and constant full
physical body contact with other cigarettes. Unfortunately, this is the
best part of your life. One day, your world-box will be suddenly
inverted and pounded against an invisible but strong object as your God
packs the box. That is your first indication that the world is not
limited to the box-world. There will be much rumbling and dissonance as
the box-world starts to undergo permanent changes – the sky will open
wide and you will meet your God.

Hebrews

God stares down at you with a ecstatic expression on His face and
you rejoice! God reaches down and takes one of your fellow inhabitants
and gives him a kiss. “Praise the Lord!” you exult as you watch one of
your neighbors go to Heaven and receive blessing from the Lord
with…fire? The awful realization dawns upon you…your God is not a kind
and loving God. The joyful expression on His face is not the benign
love you think. The path leads not to Paradise, but to the burning
fires of Hell. The fire of Hades will consume you slowly…leaving you
with nothing but a disembodied head. However, you are right in that He
is your God. He does not go by the names “Messiah”, “Prince of Peace”
or “Savior” because that is not his nature.

Lamentations

There is no deliverance. God decides when and where you die. It is
not possible to move around the “world-box”, and you start to realize
the worst thing of all – you know when you’ll be next. You watch as
your neighbor gets forcibly removed by The One Most High. You are next.
The dreadful waiting, the terrible uncertainty about the actual time of
death…you only know you’re NEXT. Maybe you will get temporary
salvation. Your other neighbor is chosen by The Almighty. But that
means you’re definitely next. Your time will be filled with fear and
insanity as you realize The Meaning of Life. Your average life span
after you meet God is 3 minutes. The 3 minutes are filled with agony
and pain and leaves you with only your consciousness, and a head
without a body.

Machabees

There is a purgatory called Ashtray and there you will receive your
second punishment with your fellow sinners. “Purgatory is good” is the
general consensus in there. “We have burned for our sins and now we
must repent! That is the only way to heaven!” is what everyone in there
believes. Soon, you will start to believe it too and you worship and
make penance. You will realize that there are several levels of
purgatory and their names are Wastepaper Basket, Rubbish Bin, and
Garbage Truck. The Day of Atonement will come after that and everyone
will get raptured towards a bright light.

Revelation

“Glory to The One Most High! Hallelujah!” and everyone sheds tears
of joy for you have paid for your sins and now you’re rewarded with
eternity in Eden, where the fruits grow as far as the eyes can see and
there is no suffering. Unfortunately, the destination is not Eden. The
trash combustion chamber is not Heaven, though it’s easy to make that
mistake as both has “bright light” as one of their attributes. It is
not Hell either, for that suggests your spirit lives on. The final
destination is Omega – The End. There is no afterlife for you.

The End

My attempt at creative writing. No blasphemy intended. There are
lots of verb tense inconsistencies in there, so I broke the story into
“books” make it more uniform. πŸ™‚
The idea came from reading the post Being an actor would be good [livejournal.com].
Link: aciddreammer [livejournal.com].
Photo courtesy of veritas.

Messy Meth (Hello Nurse)

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The best delivery system I’ve seen to date!

I have too many things to do so I’m going to keep this short. I had
a Class A meth induced freak out yesterday. It was my 5th day without
sleep and food (but plenty of meth and dexamphetamine), and I had
forced myself to half a pack of Tim Tams (chocolate biscuit, very
sugary sweet). I was browsing around when I felt my hands go completely
white like there wasn’t any blood. I was feeling very confused,
sweating, hand tremors, extreme dizziness and my vision was fucked.

I felt my blood pounding in my head, had sore muscles, my face was
crawling and my hands had parts that looked black too, which freaked me
out. I’ve heard something about hypoglycemia before and I searched for
it. I read some medical sites about starvation induced hypoglycemia,
reactive hypoglycemia after a high sugar meal stuff like that. I was in
a bad state of mind, and reading those made me worse coz I had those
symptoms. I spent 6 hours reading and debating whether or not to go to
a hospital.

Hmm…nah, I concluded, it’s just a meth freak out, not that
hypothingamajic. Sleep deprivation, overt CNS stimulation for prolonged
periods of time, you’re stressing that grey matter, not getting
starvation/reactive hypoglycemia. The symptoms came and went and I
thought okay, I’ll just eat something that’s not simple sugars to
re-stabilize…forced two small pieces of chicken about the size of a
thumbnail down and well, basically got worse.

The symptoms came again, even worse this time and I was really freaking out. Why?

The risk of permanent neurologic deficits increases with
prolonged hypoglycemia; such deficits can include hemiparesis, memory
impairment, diminished language skills, decreased abstract thinking
capabilities, and ataxia.

Basically, they advice quick medical attention because you’ll damage
your brain the longer you wait. There was one site that said go,
because the risk of not going is permanent brain damage. Fuck, I
thought. I still didn’t want to go, but I was scared coz I had these
effects towards the end during the last long meth run (6 days) too.
Ketoacidosis, hemiparesis (I don’t even know what this is!!),
neurological damage. Medical terms swirling in my head…

I decided that it was just methamphetamine induced paranoia and
sleep deprivation induced erratic thought patterns. Nothing to worry
about, I’ll just pop a couple (maybe more than a couple, har har)
benzos, down some beer, smoke some weed, get some food in me and sleep.
Except, it got worse, and got me seriously worried about my mental
health. Brain damage!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve always held my
superior intellect (in my opinion :p) in high regard and I don’t want
to fuck that up.

I guess the last straw was when I couldn’t think or speak normally.
I was having trouble getting what I thought into words and my speech
was abnormally…well, abnormal. My precious brain is getting fried, I
thought. What if it’s really hypoglycemia and not meth paranoia? It’ll
be STUPID to not go for a checkup, when neurons are at stake. I flushed
all my drugs down the toilet and my friend (can’t name him coz that’ll
give away my identity) took me too the hospital. Thanks buddy, I owe
you one! πŸ˜‰

Well, at the hospital, I had to wait for ages while the triage nurse
(the person that evaluates all incoming patients) fucked around. Most
triage nurses are bitches (and that’s a fact) but you can’t blame them
too coz it’s their job to sort out the emergencies and non-emergencies
for better efficiency. I’ve had experience with them before, I had to
wait for ages before I finally got approved after throwing up blood.
That time, I saw a guy with a broken arm cursing coz he had to wait
ages too.

I think you have to be 5 minutes away from death to get instant
approval from triage nurses. They have the “police syndrome” aka the “I
feel like God, I have so much authority bow before me lesser beings”
disorder. Anyway, I finally got a little bit of mini-God’s time and she
took my blood sugar with a tiny device that pricks the finger, all the
while telling me off. I have to say that not all triage nurses are like
this though, the previous one I saw was much nicer.

Well, she told me I had a blood sugar level of 6.7 which is normal
“and probably even better than mine” (her own words) and asked me
whether I wanted to see a doctor. I said no, because if it wasn’t
hypoglycemia, I don’t have to worry about brain damage. She berated me
for not eating (I didn’t tell her about my methamphetamine use – my
policy is disclosure on a “need to know” basis) and was a general
asshole about it. Regardless, I thanked her and stood up and she
impatiently asked whether I wanted to see a doctor again and I said no
(again). Major fucking bitch with a capital B.

Well, anyway, all is good except that I flushed good drugs down the
toilet for no reason. I know from experience that hospitals won’t
notify police or anything but try telling that to a paranoid delusional
after a meth binge. Anyway, I still have the symptoms but my conclusion
is that it’s just extremely high blood pressure from frequent meth
re-dosing. It went away after stopping and sleep. Did I really go on a
break? I’ve been using it too much, I don’t want to go into specifics,
but it’s too much.

Enough about that, yesterday was a great day for mushrooms but I
think that’s gonna be in a different post coz it’s completely
unrelated. Anyway, I didn’t think I did any serious harm, but my
intellectual abilities sure went down several notches today. It’s quite
noticeable and I’m still waiting for the verdict – benzo related
(temporary) or overheating + high blood pressure (permanent). Hope that
it’s the former, wish me luck people. =D Well, fuck this wasn’t short
after all. Ah…methamphetamine, you’re such a contradiction – my best
friend and my worst enemy.

Someone is drinking my beer…

Note: This is a post by veritas.

I’m sure of it. Strangely enough, only the limited editions seem to be susceptible to stock discrepancy.

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My 6 pack of Foster’s “Australian Grand Prix 2003 Melbourne 6 – 9
March” is missing two cans. I got that ages ago and alcohol is not my
first drug of choice so it’s been sitting in the fridge for a while.

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My Heineken 500 ml “iRB Rugby World Cup 2003” 4 pack is also missing
a can. Why? Why is the generic Hahn Ice Beer and Toohey’s New left
untouched when they’ve been in the fridge for even longer? Questions,
questions. Oh, fear not, dear readers, I’ve not turned into a raging
alcoholic in my quest to find a more socially acceptable substance
during my break from chemicals. πŸ™‚ I just like a drink (with a couple
of benzos, please) every once in a while.

Anyway, here’s a chat log of me talking shit to an indifferent teddybwear:

veritas 4/18/2003 3:21 AM
yeah
well shit these things are illegal
if only it were legal, i’ll have no worries

teddybwear 4/18/2003 3:22 AM
ah dont you wish that

veritas 4/18/2003 3:22 AM
yeah
why should drug users be in jail?
why not spend more resources on rapists and
murderers and other violent crime offenders?

veritas 4/18/2003 3:22 AM
the law is fucked up
its unholy
if god were here he’ll fucking smite the law
with his anger

teddybwear 4/18/2003 3:23 AM
are you sure πŸ˜‰

veritas 4/18/2003 3:23 AM
yeah
he’ll be sending down brimstone and hellfire
and all taht

teddybwear 4/18/2003 3:23 AM
ah thats brutal

veritas 4/18/2003 3:23 AM
for god says, everything i have created is
pure

teddybwear 4/18/2003 3:23 AM
drugs arent pure o_o

veritas 4/18/2003 3:24 AM
well looking at that phrase logically it can
be interpreted that god is saying everything i
have given the world is “pure” in that its
holy and for all his children to use

veritas 4/18/2003 3:25 AM
who made laws?
man
did god say drugs are bad?
no
it’s not in the 10 commandments or anywhere in
the bible
nothing specifically mentioning intoxicating
agents

veritas 4/18/2003 3:25 AM
the legal system is SATAN

veritas 4/18/2003 3:25 AM
because satan is guilt and fear and thats what
i’m feeling now
god is all about love and peace

veritas 4/18/2003 3:26 AM
beware! the end is nigh
it is nigh i tell you

veritas 4/18/2003 3:26 AM
the world has gone away from the loving
creator

veritas 4/18/2003 3:26 AM
holy things are now unholy under satan’s rule

veritas 4/18/2003 3:26 AM
okay i’m gonna stop talking now
πŸ™‚

veritas 4/18/2003 3:32 AM
i’m feeling snubbed

Note: The nicknames have been changed. Those are not our real nicknames. The chat log is

unmodified otherwise.

P/S – Check back again late tomorrow night. πŸ™‚

[Edit (18/04/2003 – 2:58 PM): I’m closing down the comments
for this post at the request of a reader. This is the most verbose
comments box to date, but unfortunately, it was degenerating into a
potentially volatile religion pissing match. :)]

Stop the press!

Note: This is a post by veritas.

OMG, I just found a cure for ‘speed dick’ aka “I can’t get it up
when I’m tweaking, dammit!”. I just saw several photos of a really hot
chick which provoked an instant response of mind blinding lust.
=D I’m not at liberty to share the photos (you don’t know what you’re
missing!) so unfortunately I can’t show you the tantalizing images that
provokes thoughts of pure desire and lust for the subject. I fear that
photographic media will never arouse me again after this. I’ll be
subconsciously comparing other photographs against the ones I was
privileged to see today and all will fall short. I had previously
thought I’ve gained a particular ‘tolerance’ towards photographic media
as a visual arousal cue, but I was wrong. I’ve can’t remember the last
time I’ve been so stimulated just by looking at a photo!

The first glance produced a nearly uncontrollable state of arousal
although my mind still hasn’t registered and processed the components
of the image yet. It was a Pavlov reaction in that sense, I was
terribly aroused, but I didn’t know why, because my neurons have yet to
translate the visual input into a cohesive image. These are truly
amazing photos of a really beautiful girl. It just did the trick for
me, and then it was “Houston, we have liftoff”. The fact that the
pictures alone overcame the seldom talked about side-effect of
amphetamines certainly was interesting and deserves mention.

Granted, the subject of the photos is very sexually
appealing, but the amphetamine induced er…contraction of that
particular organ isn’t very easy to overcome either and that makes this
a case where excessive use of hyperbolic adjectives is warranted. πŸ˜‰
I’m still looking at the photos now, and I’m feeling another rush of
blood to my loins as I visually devour her feminine features – the
alluring face, with eyes that seem to stare straight at me, the lovely
shade of wispy brown hair falling beautifully around her, and I’m
hypnotized by her soft, smooth skin and I long for just a taste of her
tender, perfect legs and in my fantasy, I am gently parting her supple,
yielding legs and indulging in her essence while she exhales softly and
reaches out for me…

Okay, now writing all that made me need a really cold shower again. πŸ˜‰ I think I’ll better crash the benzo tea party
[sixthseal.com] and eat every single one of the guests now (except
dexamphetamine, of course – he wasn’t invited anyway). It’s getting
late and sleep is still far from my dopamine saturated brain. Now that
I think of it, I haven’t eaten anything in days. Oh well, I’ll just get
some food in me when I wake up. I’m still very much awake and charged
up, so do your magic, alprazolam, and lead me down the path where
reality is dreaming and the land is abundant with Zzz…

Caution

Caution: Experimenting with chemical substances has risks
associated with it. Make sure you’re fully aware of the risks you’re
taking before consuming any substances. This report is not encouraging the use of illicit substances, and is just a personal “trip report” (journal) by veritas, who is a guest author on this blog. The owner of this domain does not condone any illegal activity and advices interested users to fully research the substance in question before even considering taking it.

4-MAR (U4EA)

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on this blog. The owner of this domain is not responsible for the posts
made by any guest authors. The owner of the domain and the main author
of this blog posts under the nick ‘hbpoh’ and is a distinct and
separate entity from the guest author ‘veritas’. The main author and
owner of the domain is not to be mistaken for the guest author. The
terms “domain owner”, “main author”, “blog owner” and the nicknames
‘hbpoh’ and ‘killuminati’ are used interchangeably and is collectively
referred to as the persona “Huai Bin” and this is listed by the whois
lookup as the owner of this domain. The terms “guest author” and
“veritas” are used interchangeably and veritas does not reside at the
same place as the owner of the domain nor is he affiliated or
associated in any way with the owner of the domain besides having
limited posting privileges on this blog. The owner of the domain does
not have any personal information about veritas. The owner of this domain does not possess any illegal substances.

Caution: Experimenting with chemical substances has risks
associated with it. Make sure you’re fully aware of the risks you’re
taking before consuming any substances. This report is not encouraging the use of illicit substances, and is just a personal “trip report” (journal) by veritas, who is a guest author on this blog. The owner of this domain does not condone any illegal activity and advices interested users to fully research the substance in question before even considering taking it.

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Two foils of 4-MAR containing 100 mg each.

Okay, I have recently acquired 2 points (a point is 0.1 gram or 100
mg – local slang) of a substance sold to me as Ice. I’ve been told it’s
NOT methamphetamine but U4EA (U4Euh). U4EA (pronounced euphoria) is the
common name for 4-methylaminorex (4-MAR)
[erowid.org]. Now this substance is not common at all, so I was
surprised at the availability of it. It costs only A$25 for a point of
powder. It’s not pure crystals (that’s a given, considering the price)
but I can see crystals in the crushed white powder mix. It burnt really
bad going up, and take note that I regularly insufflate crushed
dexamphetamine tablets, so I know the difference between an
unremarkable burning and a fairly bad burning, although my scale might
differ from yours. πŸ™‚

Substance: 4-methylaminorex (4-MAR) also known as U4EA (Euphoria).
Initial dosage: 50 mg (eyeballed 1/2 of a point)
Method of administration: Insufflated (snorted)
Notes: I had 50 mg dexamphetamine orally about 6 hours ago on an
empty stomach, if that’s of interest. I was coming down when I
insufflated this.
Taste: Very, very bitter, like methamphetamine (licked a bit off the foil).
Drip: Gosh, I don’t even want to go into the drip. Nasty, bitter
stuff. Man…either the crystals are cut with something like quinine or
4-MAR tastes different from methamphetamine.
Visual: It’s a white powder with crystalline bits visible inside.

I’m feeling charged up now, renewed the flagging dexamphetamine
high. I snorted another 1/4 point and it’s definitely feeling pretty
speedy here in my slice of space/time. πŸ™‚ I can’t tell for sure
(scientifically) whether it’s really U4EA (4-MAR), but it’s definitely
at least methamphetamine. It takes fairly long to come up though, it’s
not the instant charge of methamphetamine but it took damn near half an
hour to make it’s presence felt. It feels different from meth though,
but unless someone knows how to test for methamphetamine vs 4-MAR I
can’t say for sure.

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The white powder with crystals inside the foil

My contact is pretty knowledgeable about drugs, and he’s not a dodgy
guy plus I can see no reason for him to say it’s U4EA as opposed to
meth, coz I would have bought it anyway. He also got hold of something
that most people can’t (Uncle Sid is in town =D), so I don’t doubt his
ability to get rare substances. I don’t care either way, coz it’s good
stuff compared to the meth that I used to get off another contact. It’s
definitely a powerful substance, just 0.75 mg (snorted) staved off and
totally negated a 50 mg dexamphetamine comedown and overcame the built
up amphetamine tolerance to give me a new rush of energy. My contact
warned me to go slow on this one, and that’s good advice. With only
0.75 mg insufflated, I’m feeling borderline amphetamine overdosage
indications, although strangely without the anxiety. This is going to
keep me up for a long while indeed. I get icy cold hands and feet and
compulsive behavior like biting my bottom lip.

stop doing that! stop it! can’t…feel a compulsion…stop! my bottom lip is getting mangled.

I’m feeling a strange body high too. Yes, a very different body
high. I’m feeling it now, it’s like the feeling of pissing while on
dexamphetamine, you get this head rush and a tingly sensation all over
your body. It started out very messy and scattered and it’s quite an
intense high, but whether this is from the combination with
dexamphetamine or just that I took too much amphetamines type
stimulants in one day, I don’t know. What I do know is that my heart is
beating uncomfortably fast and that worries me. I’m ignoring it though,
standard amphetamine side effects *whistling in denial*.

Okay, after an hour, my mind is starting to clear up, and heavy jaw
clenches and jaw tension is getting better. I feel like I can actually
work and think on this drug again, instead of the messy, scattered come
up I felt then. Unless I have contrary evidence, I believe my contact
in that this is 4-MAR (U4EA). I’m very wide awake and clear headed now.
It’s a surprisingly very ‘clear’ and ‘clean’ high compared to
methamphetamine. Keep in mind that this is qualitative evidence based
on my experience, how much is placebo and how much is true
pharmacological effects is questionable. What I mean by this is that I
can’t scientifically claim that this is either 4-MAR or meth, but I can
say for certain that the substance is a strong stimulant comparable
with methamphetamines. Furthermore, 50 mg of dextroamphetamine was
consumed orally beforehand (T -6:00) and that might have affected the
substance in unknown ways. I’ll try again next time with just 4-MAR
alone to really get a feel for the substance.

C21H23NO5

Disclaimer: This post and all other drug related posts is made by veritas, who is a guest author on this blog. The owner of this domain is not responsible for the posts made by any guest authors.

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I had gotten another foil of heroin about a month ago and it’s been
sitting in my stash drawer ever since. I’ve been worried about this,
being raided and found in possession of heroin is a different scenario
than being raided and found in possession of cannabis. In the interest
of limiting my legal liability, I’ve consumed it last night. πŸ˜‰

Anyway, this heroin is chunkier and more voluminous than the previous one I got
[sixthseal.com]. It’s sourced from the same place (Springvale – no harm
in mentioning the name, everyone knows it’s a hotbed of street level
heroin dealing anyway), although from a different dealer. This dealer
was squatting with a friend when I approached him and asked if he had
any smack.

Well, to tell you the truth, I was terrified at the nonchalance of
this dealer. It was in broad daylight (afternoon) when this happened,
and it was at a high traffic area. He said it’s A$50 for a foil and he
nudged his friend, who looked to the left and then to the right to spot
for police activity and then PULLED OUT A HUGE BAG CONTAINING AT LEAST
200 FOILS.

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To say I was appalled is an understatement. At this point, I was
about to bolt at the utter indiscretion of the dealers. I was literally
shaking in my boots (although I wasn’t wearing boots) while this deal
was happening. This was in broad daylight, at a high pedestrian traffic
area, and in a place where undercover cops is known to be operating and
yet this dealer just looked left and right and then grinned and handed
me a foil.

Well, that’s the last time I’m going to score on the street.
Theoretically, the police would be going after them and not me, but
still the risk is there. Anyway, I just held on to the foil in my hand
so I could just drop it at the slightest provocation should I be
apprehended. Luckily, nothing of that nature happened and I got back
safely and it’s been sitting in my drawer since then. I’m not a big fan
of heroin, but I just wanted a second experiment.

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Well, I crushed it up and insufflated (snorted) it last night. It’s
a common misconception that heroin can only be injected. Although
that’s the most efficient way to use it, I’m not interested in
injecting anything due to the various issues surrounding that route of
administration. [Edit: *cough* Er…yes, I have since decided I
wanted experience with that, so I IV’ed methamphetamine after setting
up a safety framework :p] The second most efficient route (smoking) is
logistically challenging as well, since I don’t own a glass pipe.

Thus, I just crushed everything up to a fine powder, racked it into
a line and up it went. I snorted half into my left nostril and the
other half into my right. I don’t know if there’s any difference in
doing that, but I do know from experience that substances should be
finely powdered and snorting should be hard enough to get it into your
sinuses and yet not so hard that it goes into your lungs or down your
throat (thus wasting it).

This is what I wrote:

burnt really bad going up
the drip was AWFUL
felt like bitterness x 10
chilly weather tonite
wearing little
windows open
yet…warmth πŸ™‚
fuzzy warmth…
slowing down…
numbness
clothes is the fabric that shields your nudity from the world
heroin is the blanket that shields you from the world
that is all
blissfull
god…everything is perfect

ClichΓ©, but that’s what I felt. πŸ™‚ Effects were wearing off after 4
hours and I felt an unbearable and unstoppable wave of sleepiness, upon
which I slept for a solid 14 hours. However, that could just be paying
back my sleep debt from previous dexamphetamine runs. I felt it much
better this time, it’s very nice indeed, I’ll even use the word
‘wonderful’ to describe the effects I felt this time. I won’t be doing
it again anytime soon though. It’s a little too boring (no offense to
people who enjoy opiates) and expensive for me. Also, I’m aware of the
addiction potential, so thus ends my experiments with this substance,
unless there is reason for me to continue.

April Fool’s Day

Haha! That’s a good one. πŸ™‚ I shouldn’t have told you so many
details of my personal life. You made it so convincing, I’ll give you
credit for that! It’s amazing that you can remember bits and pieces of
my personal life during our conversations (some of them over a year
ago!) and integrate it into the joke. Good thing you had the foresight
to SMS me after posting it so I can do some damage control. :p Sorry to
ruin your April Fool’s Joke, but you’re likely to give my parents a
heart attack. As I’ve told you before, they already suspect I’m you.

To my parents and girlfriend: veritas’s post below is an April Fool’s joke. Don’t worry, we’re two completely separate entities.
To law enforcement officers, investigators or related persons(s):
veritas’s post below is an April Fool’s joke. He’s a guest author on
this blog. I’m the owner of this domain and I do not possess any
illegal substances.

Oh, I already saw a comment and you didn’t manage to fool teddybwear [blogspot.com]. πŸ˜‰

I have a confession to make…

Disclaimer: This is an April Fool’s Day Joke by veritas, who is a guest author on this blog. The owner of this domain is not responsible for the posts made by any guest authors.

I am actually Huai Bin. There is no guest author on sixthseal.com.
There is no veritas. veritas is the pseudonym I use to distance myself
from drug related postings. I’m surprised no one picked this up. The
writing itself should have tipped you off. The writing style, formation
of sentences, terminology, language quirks and favorite words should be
a dead giveaway. πŸ™‚ It’s hard to change one’s writing, it’s like a
fingerprint. I’ve also made some mistakes that would give me away in
the past, which I thankfully picked up and corrected before anyone
could notice.

However, other than the language style (and what one my good friends
refered to as photography style) I’ve done well to cover my tracks
though. One example I particularly loved is the “veritas still in
Malaysia while killuminati is already in Melbourne”. I intentionally
posted the pill report late because there was suspicion brewing. I also
did little things like commenting on the veritas’s posts comments box
with my killuminati nick and then replying with the veritas one again
so it seems like two people are actually having a conversation. Got
tired of that after a while though, which is why I don’t do that
anymore. πŸ™‚

There isn’t even an email address veritas@sixthseal.com. All of that
goes to a catch-all email address which is me@sixthseal.com, so I would
be hesitant to reply you unless I don’t know you personally and even
then I’ll have to caution you not to mention anything about it in the
blog because:

1 My parents read my blog
2 My girlfriend reads my blog
3 Law enforcement officers may stumble upon it

Numbers 1 and 2 are against recreational experimentation with
illegal substances and I don’t want them to worry about me. I’ve tried
educating them about the effects, risks and any dependency issues which
can arise from the consumption of various drugs, but the government
propaganda machine is sadly much stronger than me, despite my
references to research papers and studies done by distinguished
scientists and researchers of the field. I don’t want them to have to
worry about me, so veritas sprang into existence.

Number 3 is to protect myself against any raids from the police,
although without the amphetamine induced paranoia, I think that’s
pretty unlikely. Wasting the money and manpower just to bust some uni
student on possession charges isn’t very likely, although I’ve heard
horror stories about that happening. The risk factor is pretty low, the
time, money and manpower involved in coordinating a raid just to find 2
grams of cannabis isn’t a very likely scenario. Personally, I think the
chances of that happening are pretty low because their resources would
have been better spent on raiding drug dealers or underground chemists.
However, being safe is always better than being sorry. πŸ™‚

Anyway, it also distances me from being associated with recreational
drug use, as the general public back home is being terribly misled by
the government propaganda machine and associates all drug users with
the “dirty junkie” stereotype. I don’t want to have the social stigma
of that hovering over me, because the uninformed public just look at
you and treat you like you’re some kind of scumbag. I find that even
some friends have subtly changed their opinion about me after a
disclosure. It’s like recreational drug use is the overriding factor in
evaluating my character, instead of more important things like honesty,
integrity, loyalty and any other more important characteristics that
you have.

Of course, the media doesn’t help either with their misinformed and
ill-researched articles, news items and shows. There are exceptions
though, I’ve read some mainstream magazines with well researched and
accurate articles about recreational drugs. Unfortunately, this is the
exception to the rule. In the media business, their bottom line is to
ultimately to draw in more viewers. What better way to do that than
sensationalist reporting? Which headline do you think sounds better?

a) KILLER DRUG ECSTASY CLAIMS ANOTHER VICTIM IN A “RAVE” LATE LAST NITE!!!
or
b) Excessive consumption of water lead to a water poisoning death at a rave last night.

b) probably won’t even make the news. Ecstasy doesn’t kill people.
Irresponsible drug use kills people. Not knowing contraindications
kills people. If you’re interested, there’s plenty of links to the left
where you can find out more about harm minimization and real facts
about illegal or legal substances. I remember reading a funny article a
couple of years ago in a Malaysian newspaper. This was a “Dear Abby”
type advice column where someone writes in. Anyway, this guy wrote in
and asked if taking Ecstasy is harmful to the body.

The reply: (paraphrased from memory) ARE YOU KIDDING???
Taking just one will hook you for life! It makes your head shake so
hard uncontrollably you won’t even be able to stop it and you’ll feel
like your neck is going to break off and it probably will.

I would laugh, but I was too angry at this irresponsible and
misinformed reply. Oh, it’s worthy to note that most “Ecstasy” pills
(or feng tau yuen (literally: shake head pill) in the local dialect)
here are mostly meth(amphetamine) or ketamine. The “amphetamines makes
your head shake” myth stems from the local version of the Melbourne
shuffle. The users congregate around speakers and does a repetitive
horizontal movement (picture yourself while saying “no”) with just
their heads. I admit, doing that is fun while on amphetamines,
repetitive movements just feels right and it gets you nicely dizzy and
adds to the high. MDMA pills does exist but it’s not that common, since
the market is saturated with the cheaper (meth)amphetamine and ketamine
pills.

And don’t get me going about the government propaganda in Malaysia.
They actually print absolute fucking bullshit as “facts”. I don’t know
if it’s getting better now, but with the government’s “2003 War on
Drugs” campaign, I don’t think it would. Shock tactics like saying
you’ll die/go down an irreversible path to addiction/get brain damage
the moment you try a drug does not work. In fact it’s
counterproductive. The first drug I took was LSD was at a rave, and I
had an experienced group of friends with me and it was an amazing experience. I didn’t get irreversible brain damage, I didn’t go blind, I didn’t go psycho, I didn’t get addicted to it.

Instead, it opened my mind and at the risk of sounding clichΓ©d, it
gave me a new and improved perspective on everything. After the
experience, I find myself being more open to new and unorthodox ideas
and this “thinking out of the box” mindset has been with me ever since.
πŸ™‚ This is contrary to the government propaganda I read, so like many
other people, I thought “Hey, what they’re saying isn’t true…hell,
probably all the things they say isn’t. I’m going to try another drug
now”. This is bad because some of the things they say are true, and
that deserves mention. I’m very much for a harm minimization approach
which gives accurate information (including the positive effects as
well as dangers) about drugs.

The government’s approach to dealing with the “drug problem” is not
going to change though, at least not in my lifetime. I have a friend
who was forced to go into a stay-in “drug rehabilitation center” (read:
prison) where you can’t leave the premises and visits are for family
members only. Guess what he was busted for? Nothing! There was no drugs
at his house, he just failed a urine test. He smoked cannabis a couple
of days ago, and that’s the sentence he got. Can you imagine that? Just
for detecting cannabis use in his urine test…he was a minor at that
time (17) so he was forced to go to rehab. It’s for his own good you
see. He’s an evil marijuana addict. Hey, I typed that without laughing too hard.

I’m sure everyone has heard of the drug laws of Malaysia [pemadam.org.my]. If you don’t read Bahasa Malaysia, here’s a short summary about the interesting bits (emphasis mine):

Section 10 Sentence for possessing drug paraphernalia like a bong (without drugs, just the equipment):
Jail sentence up to 5 years AND a fine of up to RM20,000 (A$10,000)

Note to self: Do not bring bong back

Section 39(A)(1) Possession of 20 grams or more of cannabis (marijuana):
Jail sentence not less than 2 years but not more than 5 years AND a MANDATORY caning between six to nine times.

You’ll fear the caning if you’ve seen it done before…

Section 15(B) Being in the same premises where drug use is
taking place (just being in the same place, it doesn’t matter whether
you’ve taken drugs):
Jail sentence not less than 2 years or a fine of not more than RM5,000 (A$2,500)

Ridiculous…

Section 15(A) Ingesting a scheduled drug (positive urine test):
Jail sentence not less than 2 years or a fine of not more than RM5,000 (A$2,500)

Very, very puzzling. I’m seriously mystified by this. Possessing a
bong gets a higher sentence than ingesting a drug? Who made up these
laws?

I’ve got a question for any Malaysian lawyers reading this. Do I get
to choose or is it the courts decision? How nice it’ll be if I can just
consume whatever and pay RM5,000 (A$2,500) for a “Get out of Jail Free”
card.

Anyway, despite my differing views regarding Malaysia’s (and just
about every country’s) drug laws, I still love my country. Home is
where the heart is, even though the draconian drug laws make me
paranoid every time I take any illegal substances back home. Oh well,
at least Xanax and other pharmaceuticals are OTC if you go to the right
pharmacists. πŸ˜‰

Oh, and look at the date. 1st of April. April Fool’s Day.

It’s 4:20 somewhere

Sunday brings another report from my wayward friend. =D Please note that cannabis is illegal in
all Australian states. ACT and South Australia are the only states which has decriminalized small
amounts for personal use. In all other states, possession alone can bring penalties ranging from a
A$5000 fine to a 3 years in jail. The laws are constantly changing though and there are
inconstancies in enforcement. Police usually do not arrest and press charges if you have
small amounts but don’t count on that. The following report was written by “Mr. Foaf”, a friend of
a friend. If you’re wondering, yes, he is the same guy who wrote the DXM report. All text following
this sentence is written by “Mr Foaf”.

I was in the mood for some weed so I decided to sample some Australian hydroponically grown
cannabis sativa to determine the THC concentrations present in a typical gram bag. All for the
furtherment of science of course. I’m selfless that way. *preens*

I got this stash from a friend, who got it from a friend of a friend. Nevermind, the sources of
drugs are always meant to be intentionally complicating. On visual inspection, the plant material
looks good. There are two whole buds in the gram bag, with everything intact. On closer scrutiny,
brown tendrils could be seen covering the bud. Here is a picture of the cannabis that I took. This
is taken on a slightly off white piece of cardboard in macro mode. I forgot that this was supposed
to be a scientific report and neglected to put a coin or something beside it as a size reference.
It’s roughly the size of the side of a tic tac box.

The colors may be slightly off because I had a incandescent lamp shining on it while I was
taking a photo.

I started to card the weed (manually pulling off small bits to prepare for smoking) and was
pleased to find a stickiness indicating the presence of substantial resin. For those not familiar
with the substance, a high resin content is favored by connoisseurs of cannabis because resin is
where the highest concentrations of THC (the stuff that is psychoactive in cannabis) is. The smell
of the weed was STRONG. I kept getting whiffs of it while it was in my pants pocket and I could
smell it even though it’s inside a drawer at home. It smells very “grassy” for a lack of a better
term. Like freshly mowed grass crossed with an acidic citrus fruit.

An aside: The last time I smoked cannabis was several years ago at the residence of a friend of
a friend (not in Australia). The front door was open the whole time, and so was the gate and we
were taking hits from a bong in direct view of the street. I was totally freaked out that day
because I kept fearing the police were coming in to bust us. I swore I heard sirens and saw
flashing lights twice! We were watching Talos the Mummy (to bring the timeline in perspective) and
there were three times I swear I saw police in uniform busting into the house. Needless to say, it
wasn’t a good night. I’ve never been so paranoid in my life, even on speed. But damn, that was some
fine ass weed indeed. It only cost A$15 (converted to Australian dollar from the local currency)
and the weed was still fresh and wet. The dealer told me it’s from Thailand and from my amateur
identification, it’s probably an cannabis indica strain. I dare say it’s the best weed I’ve smoked
even though it totally freaked me out. I digress.

Anyway, about the current stash. I smoked it in two settings, one in joints and the other time
with a dry pipe. I have to say that the best way to get high is the spots (hot knives) method, but
it wasn’t convenient to do that at my place. I kept a small journal during both times and here
there are:

First session: Joints

Text dump:

I’m not very good at rolling joints, so I did a small practice one first. Smoked this one, light
up buddy and get high. High times baby. Heh. The first one didn’t really give me a buzz, but a bit
of a nice feeling. I smoked the second one and damn I was fucked!  I am such a smart ass I
named this file thc.doc instead of marijuana.doc or something like that! LOL! Anyway, I’m listening
to both songs and one time and damn, its nice  One is a VCD and I have winamp going on too
on another song and it all melds together, but the VCD one is louder now. I thought it was the
winamp one that’s faster. Surprising, coz I swear, the winamp is louder now! And then it’s the
media player’s turn to be faster and louder. I feel like I’ve been typing this for a while and
suddenly the media player went woo! And I was like FUCK! What the hell is going on? Hehehehe damn
that’s pretty trippy and the volume is real loud. Makes me jump on every loud cymbal. Hah! I’m
sqinching down in my seat now coz if it goes again ooooooihgggg that sure is painfull>! Hahaha I
can’t stop launghing but I’m hurting too coz when the sound goes cymbal then I’ll jump up in pain.
I’m not going to waste my time writing now, gotta listen to the music and watch and much on some
Violet Crumble! Mmm…a whole bag of it. Heh. The sound is still making me jump even though I
turned it down already.  Laterz…

I’m watching Half Baked now while pretty out of it and damn that is a fucking good film! That
joint smoking one is pretty fucked! I love that movie +D I’m going to watch it now and it’s so
trippy to watch while high…damn they are trippy good! And that’s the official recommendation.
->

Translation:

Cannabis can impair judgment and cause a loss of inhibition, making otherwise intelligent people
sound like blithering idiots. The movie Half Baked is fun to watch while stoned. The cannabis
produces an “uppy” high and a very indica-like narcotic plateau. I didn’t want to move at all
during the plateau. The smoke is sweet, unlike the spicy ass Thailand stuff I smoked last time. The
total time of altered consciousness: 4 hours. High rating: 8/10 (higher is higher).

Second session: Dry pipe

Text dump:

can hallucinate
wow this is the good shit
lots of noise and hallucination plasma (i coined that term!) even when eyes are
opened!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lines, blothches, shapes wutg colors! lightning! flickers, promising
flickers of VISTAS! even more promising when closed eyed. True vistas that continue and is large
scale and can be influenced but only 4 tone color though. but realistic vistas with white lightning
like a thunder dance. πŸ™‚ I will consult with my CEV vistas now.

I wanted to say something funny but i forgot. bummer. πŸ™‚

did i just get high on mj (one hit shit) or off the inhalents as i sprayed deodorizer all over my
room a lot of times, saturating it. i remembered!

watching monty pythons meaning of life is trippy! this is the first time i watched it. Oh, man
that worker scene is trippy!

Translation:

Cannabis can impair judgment and cause a loss of inhibition, making otherwise intelligent people
sound like blithering idiots. Mild closed eye visuals (CEVs) are apparent in this session. I
stuffed the crack of the door with clothes and closed all windows except a southward one and
sprayed my room full of air freshener. I’m still wondering if the CEVs were from the weed or the
solvents in the air freshener. πŸ™‚ Monty Python’s Meaning of Life is another good stoner movie.
Total time of altered consciousness: 3 hours. High rating: 7/10 (higher is higher).

This report has been brought you by “Mr Foaf”.

End of report.

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