I wa thinking about this today while listening to something on talk radio about all the fentanyl and shit thatâs in illegal drugs these days. When I was young, they warned us about drugs being âlacedâ. âDonât smoke pot, it may be laced with somethingâ. The same speech went for other drugs like crank and coke. Back then, no one was âlacingâ your crank with anything. We got the purest and finest crank, the old stuff, long before they called it âcrystal methâ. The coke was also good and âpureâ. We never got anything bad.
Now whatâs happening, is everything they warned us about 40 years ago. You donât whatâs in anything anymore. Iâve done my fair share of all of it and that ended some time ago. Due to some injuries and pain from construction work and car wrecks, I found myself taking norco and such pills, getting them from friends and other connections. The occasional valium and such as well. I quit all that crap right when the fentanyl started turning up in the pills, about nine years ago. I was not gonna be taken out that way. Besides, the crackdown on the pills made everything dry up and the prices went through the roof.
Listen kids, donât do street drugs, not even street pot. Get that shit from a store if you have to get stoned. I know a guy whoâs nephew died from fentanyl laced weed.
I'd literally be sweating if I were out in the sun. And tonight it's only going down to 55.
2 PM 75° RealFeelŽ 84° hi
5 AM 55° RealFeelŽ 56° lo
We're suffering too, but slightly trolling because I know some of you live in horrific places. Double Plus bad if you have horrible weather AND niggers.
I wanna share this with you all. How my mind works. What I've been going through mentally. This is going to get metaphorical really quick.
Imagine a place like the Faroe Islands or the isle of sky. A large grass field with cliffs and drops to the ocean.
I built my fortress there. Where I kept my precious memories. Where I could be safe. It had a garden in the back where I'd bury my feelings. Firing someone that didn't deserve it, even though I fought back, dead animals, dead relatives, relationships breaking down because of cheating.
I built a large wall surrounding the fortress and would only let a few select people in. They had proven themselves. Of course the animals were let in because they're innocent. Those walls kept people out that did love me but I couldn't see it because I was drinking to much. So they'd clamor at the walls and I'd ignore them. They eventually all went away. To leave me on my own. At the time I thought it was great. No more no noise, however slowly I realized that my soul was dying.
A new part of me was born after some major hardships and he came to the fortress. Kicking and screaming he dragged me out by the collar while the structure and the walls were collapsing. Lying on the ground he told me, "you go back there, you're dead. There's nothing left for you here." He pointed at the horizon as the sun was coming up and said, "we must go there. You can't worry about what will happen or might happen, we have to go." He picked me up and we merged together. I had a pack back with the most important things in it. Love, knowledge and reaching out to those that left. My fur buddies rallied around and we headed off.
Interesting how there never seems to be any chemtrails on Major holidays, particularly the ones where people are expected to spend a lot of time outside.