why does wine fuck me harder than vodka?

  Salvatorin said:

I totally knew you were half there with all the enlightened stuff

what are you speaking of?

et, your boring.

you're

and repetitive

you are the one

more salvatorin please

and cmon, if you think im boring, than please come and show me something more interesting...otherwise, youve made yourself a bacteria of existence

  ET said:

and cmon, if you think im boring, than please come and show me something more interesting...otherwise, youve made yourself a bacteria of existence

.

Is there a difference between the drunk from red wine and white? I've never had white. But I drank a bottle and a half of red and it didnt even make me drunk? While 3-4 shotss and im hamskied.

  AOOproductions said:

Is there a difference between the drunk from red wine and white? I've never had white. But I drank a bottle and a half of red and it didnt even make me drunk? While 3-4 shotss and im hamskied.

I asked the division manager why he had led me back to this place, and he pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. {We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?} I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time jamming my erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. I came just as the horse died. I was delighted.

-my usernames always really suck

Vodka never used to make me feel drunk, and then all of a sudden I would go into blackout and everybody would tell me how drunk I was.

Wine used to get me bollocksed.

i inject alcoholic drinks through my belly button, i recommend it but you gotta be well hard as the squits you get afterwords are devastating and life affirming

what is "drunk", indeed. is it a coming of realizations? a letting go of past mental patterns? an experience where our minds can finally rome free, absent of constraints like social objection and judgment? how can the mind live free in this world? we ponder day in and out how can we be happy? it must be this! it must be that! there is something in my way...i dont know what it is...but i see that, therefore that, must die, only for us to see a new that, and with this, we eventually realize that we are always looking for a "that"

we want to see the cavalry over the hills, because we have created ideas that can only lead to such ideas. any mental construct we create will always have a fault. we can think this, we can think that, but aat thw end of the day, its always just going to be, a problem. a problem of this or that. i cant pay rent. i have no friends...nobody likes me. my wife divorces me. my kids hate me. i cant find god, even though i spent the last 10 years looking for hi, he hasnt appeared, therefore, god musnt exist. so i guess i am an atheist. ok...this is going fine...finally things are making sense and finally uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oh my fucking god im having a heart attack...im goin to die right now! aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! save me, something! save me somone!

only not only do realize nobody is there to help, you realize nobody has ever been there. its a fucking miracle we are even here now...fuck 911, we are somehow here now...yet one day our bodies will malfunction, and we will freeze and go...call 911, omg im dying....wait, why dont you care that im dying...im clearly dying over here. yet society continues on like you are nothing more than television program of their lives. and how can we be anything more than this. we relate to people on such a superficial level that its no wonder why nobody hardly acknowledges our own presence and inevitable death, because everyone is too worried about their own situation and inevitable death. and because we live in such a cld society which offers next to no real support about death, everyone is completely terrified of it, and more sadly, not able to even express their disdain towards the issue, because american idle, and the bad economy, and my dad just died, is more important...and naturally.

thats how they control us. they make us think small and tiny things, and eventually we get so sick and tired of it all that we fucking snap. fine! do whatever you fucking want!!! just dont kill me!!!!

yeah, ya see, I told ya, go wilderness-ward

  Salvatorin said:

yeah, ya see, I told ya, go wilderness-ward

great idea

you and the fucking trees! tell me something a city dweller can use!

Spanner.

ugh ^

vodka tastes like death

wine tastes like life

word!

posting in an ET thread

  ET said:

you and the fucking trees! tell me something a city dweller can use!

There's nothing a city can do to make your life less complicated/more complete. Cities are for excitement, entertainment and fun at first, but then once you actually end up having to pay for your fun it turns into a shitty trap that both physically and mentally holds you in a deadlock. The further you get away from the concentrated scum of the Earth centers, the better...and there is less of this whiny stuff.

obviously. but city life gives you rush and backwardness for adaption or whatever

what does that mean? have i become a celebrity of significant information? am i anything but something to be entertained by the lot of you? because if so, i have made a huge mistake. if im simply something for the lot of you to get your morinng entertainment before you go to work, then i fucked up bigtime. in fact, i already know that im that to lots of you, i guess im wondering if im anythingother than that to any of you?

if you thought i came here to provide laughs and fun than you are sadly mistaken, and im wondering if im sadly mistaken myself. i thought watmm was a place of discussion, in the midst of fun and humor, but more and more im seeing it as just the latter. if my concepts are above watmm then jesus fucking H christ someone please tell me, because for fuck sake, why would i sit here and tell you all the truths if you are just going to sit there and laugh at it?

self lol

also now im gettting drunk and emotional

  Salvatorin said:

  ET said:

you and the fucking trees! tell me something a city dweller can use!

 

There's nothing a city can do to make your life less complicated/more complete. Cities are for excitement, entertainment and fun at first, but then once you actually end up having to pay for your fun it turns into a shitty trap that both physically and mentally holds you in a deadlock. The further you get away from the concentrated scum of the Earth centers, the better...and there is less of this whiny stuff.

I agree, I think what happens in the city is what is good for the city. If you get away from the city you are not as beholden to these forces.

  ET said:

...crying about how i lost all my sight (my sight being, all my realizations that i had about god and consciousness, that i was posting about for a week or so a couple weeks ago)

 

btw, it somehow all escaped me. just as easily as it came, it went. i dont know what it was, or how it could have possibly existed, but im back to where i was...but with the knowledge of my realizations...so maybe only the "high" left me, but the knowledge stayed

This sounds exactly like something I went through. I had a major manic episode that gained momentum over the course of a couple months, culminating in its peak on New Years of 2002/03 I think it was... It was an incredible period in my life, also full of revelations, a feeling of wholeness, seeing and thinking about the world around in ways I never had before. But after a brief stint at the funny farm I gradually reverted back to my boring old self, painfully aware of that something I had let go, but not knowing how to get it back. Last night I got another quick peak of that something via chemical means, heh. It was like being manic but without the delusions and overall weirdness that tends to come with it. Now there's a state I wish I could remain in throughout my every day life. It seems like I should be feeling like crap right now after forcing my brain to release so much seratonin all at once, and yet I still feel remarkably at peace.

All right watmms, that's all I got...

you sound like you know exactly what this is like. what is it? how does it come and go...and like i asked, what is it?