WARNING, QUALITY FUCKING SPEED-FUELED PSYCHOBABBLE SLASH SHITPOSTING, SLASH SCHIZOPOSTING OR SCHIZO-SPEED-KEYBOARD-BASHING. LOL.

Stay in vegetables, Eat your school, and of course, do your drugs.
ROFL. Good good. Carry on, just; "FEED YOUR HEAD!" Most useful advice to heed in life, for certainly the VAST fucking majority of humans, and as I know, even other species... Well- their purposes for this I can only attempt at understanding and without any capability of achieving any confirmation on the practice. But I do know that the ingestion of psychoactive substances - in specific - and, I suppose as-well as other medicinal compounds produced by nature [which is meaning, in my comprehension which I just know as to being the right manner to interpret the [what is NON-EXISTENT] separation between natural and synthetic. Why? Bees will develop their hives, beavers dams, ants a sub-terrainian network of narrow interconnected tunnels. And it goes on. Of course, and so my lack of perceiving when defining or producing a judgement of a whatever in life, is that- say in respect to medicine, the field of research that it is. So- natural is more liable to trusting because of its being produced in some manner in nature? No. Cyanide is natural. As is nicotine, or 9-delta-tetrahydrocannabinol... If I am remembering that cannabinoid's short-hand written taxonomical classification correctly, if not apologies but I am in a hurry. HAHA. It is that I wish to go to see this girl I quite very really legitimately fancy!!! Maybe get a hot air balloon and y'know. float over shit. Saves time. And less chance of being bothered by weirdos... LOL. But to go on in my rational for the unwillingness to introduce separation in "natural" and "synthetically" produced medicines, for example. It is that as I'd wrote out the other examples which are direct analogous naturally conceived and existing phenomena, etc. BOOYAH! Lol. It lies in our primary strength as our genetic provisions allow us to enable to achieve, that ... IT IS COMPLETELY AND UNDENIABLY WHEN VIEWED IN A SANE MANNER AND FROM THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE IN LIVELY INTERPRETATION AND UNDERSTANDING AND MENTAL CONCEPTUALISATION IN MATTERS OF THE COGNITIVE MECHANISM AND ITS CAPABILITY AND WORKING. MMMM YE!

To be truthful, I am quite over it all ... Well, I'd had that written, but I was sober at the time. And I am unsure just how the fuck it took me this long.
Well- I must say that I wrote the first line sober and whatever, emphasis on the 'whatever'. LOL. Only the uninspired live life without medication... Well... I've been around. Okay. And so I know that NOT EVERYBODY requires medicine to achieve a sane manner of their practising of life. BUT!!! The fucking ratio of those whom do! TO THOSE WHOM DO NOT!? Well- it really speaks for itself ... I MEAN THIS OBSERVATION WHICH I'D NOTICED AS A VERY IMPEDING AND DESTRUCTIVE AND UTTERLY CATASTROPHIC IN ITS SCOPE OF its degree of adversity in impact and both also in the astounding severity it causes within a society. And this is what, I would say provided me with the inspiration for writing out my publication, I'd titled 'The NOTES!' in late-20-something of February, 2021. AS ANYBODY WHO'S READ IT IS VERY ABLE TO SEE ITS EXISTENT PURPOSE IN WHY I'D PRODUCED IT. THE REASON FOR ITS PROVISION TO MANKIND, BY MYSELF, IS TO PROVIDE A COMPLETE SPECIFICATION OF THE NATURE OF A, WHAT I ENJOY TO REFER TO AS A 'REHABILITATION FACILITY', though not in the conventional way, not in any of its features, and in its physical construction, tangible provisions, and activities to be employed within it to achieve its intent and remedy.

BUT I MUST JUST PROVIDE TO YOU MY ADMISSION THAT I FUCKING FEEL WONDERFUL! LOL.
That is, to those who do know me well- well you're all well aware that I LOVE METH. And... Having had come from using methamphetamine daily for unbroken span of time which went on for almost one entire fucking decade [nine years, to be precise] - in the fucking fast, yet also not lane. I mean it goes without saying that one cannot speed and rush through life and expect to enjoy it in any fucking way! Typing this out reminded me of a lyric from a FANTASTIC TRACK by a musical artist group named 'Osibisa' and and specific release is titled 'Woyaya' ... I cannot recall the track itself, but it sings in the tune, "Everybody rushing and getting nowhere." ...

It is that; just read of what I'd wrote relating to the beauty which is all throughout nature but not taking into appreciative notice and admiration by most of all of every-fucking-"body", mainly. I mean I am the type of human to enjoy even the differences in the tones of the hydrocarbons which form the exterior of a tree's trunk. That they are subject to weathering and, also, of course, the slow effects of the ageing of it, or anything, which is living and not some weird non-sentient object with some absurdly long half-life of decay of or for its disintegration... LOOK; "REMEMBER THAT THE FUCKING TREES! THEY. COME. OUT. OF. THE. FUCKING. SKY." Tell your parents. And whoever you see is suffering a case of the lack of inspiration, love, joy, and ENTHUSIASM for the LOVE. OF. LIFE.

THE ONLY PEOPLE WHOM ARE NOT DANCING, ARE THOSE WHO CANNOT HEAR THE FUCKING MUSIC!
*concentration face*
^ SHHH... I AM TRYING to casually INHALE THE COLOURS IN THE ENVIRONMENT!

BUT YES. As I was going into stating somewhere in the preceding writing, or shit-faced shcizo-posting, which is how I roll, bang. HAHA. When medicated to a properly functional and suitable extent, etc... As we (provided you so desire, with the requisite premise, being; that you know, without question, on whether that you require it at all, or not and why... Etc.) Okay, so [those who do know me, know me and this, etc...] but I shot methamphetamine daily for nine years, well to for staying correct and precise, which is the ONLY fucking way that I've ever fucking undertaken any of my life's intentions and aspirations and endeavours...
I MEAN THAT I SAW HUNTER S. THOMPSON IN FUCKING ADELAIDE ONE TIME, HE WAS A PART OF THE SAME TRAFFIC JAM AND IN THE VEHICLE BESIDE ME... I RECALL THAT MY WINDSCREEN WIPERS ALSO HAPPENED TO BE HIDEOUSLY CONTORTED AND THE POLICE ONE VEHICLE JUST DIRECTLY NEAR-BY TO, SUCH THAT THEY WERE CAPABLE OF NOTICING THIS COMEDIC EFFORT OF MINE. [Really I cannot say exactly what the fuck happened to cause my windscreen wipers to become so fucking skewed, twisted, and FUCKED UP. Kinda like any one keenly enthusiastically for life and living and loving and scaring old people because why not, mhm... Well yes, I shot methamphetamine EVERY DAY, more or less, for a period of NINE FUCKING YEARS! And wow! What a fucking ride, and it's fucking good to finally be fucking reacquainted with it! OMFX! LOL. I will also make mention that prior to my amphetamine decade, which will remain a constant and lasting until the day that I die. Because I LOVE IT. So much omfx. My level of determination and perseverance for the continued and lifelong wish to use this medication is a decision which I'd found myself at making the appropriate justification for-

BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT THEY SAY THAT PERPETUAL ENERGY DOES NOT EXIST! LOL! I DIGRESS!!! HOW ABOUT METH! But really I am too fucked for the sidewalk. Way, way fucking too sideways...


WHERE ARE WE!? WHERE ARE WE!?

Fuck cares. Just keep your head and toes within the spatial perimeter of the whatever. IMAGINE! I'll leave this here. Good day. And happy NYE!!! ROFL.

APPENDIX!


One for the meth, two for the love, and three



Because- LIFE IS FOR LIVING AND LIVING IS FREE!!! Sheit- It's a party; Yo, YOU'VE GOT TO FUCKING RIDE IT!!! No hands, if you feel this to be a more pleasant manner to embrace this party that is LIFE. WEOEOEH! Haha. A good way to go about it is to just ENSURE that you are wearing pants before stepping out of your front (or back, or side, or ceiling, or basement, or maybe you know Dilbert? HAHA. I am referring to the weird geographical plane which features stuff that only those who have met the, what is quite suitably known as just the word, or the semantic meaning provided by the term, 'The Edge'. And it is as Hunter S. Thompson states, he's a quote directly pertaining to this. It reads; "The Edge. The only people whom know what it is are those whom have gone over."

Look. I took eighty grams of phenibut my first time to ensure interaction with the GABA-a receptor system, as-well as with the more-pharmacologically-involved in this drugs biological action in our [human's] organic systems. Or the various and disparate components which form the whole 'soft-machine' as William S. Burroughs took to calling our biological presences.


Whatever... Dudes, and DUDETTES!!! Fuck. It is as I've ALWAYS fucking believed, okay.
I DO NOT FUCKING GIVE A FLYING CAMEL HUMP IF YOU HAVE A PAIR OF TITS ON YOUR SCALP, WHERE THE HAIR SHOULD BE GROWING OUR FROM. OR WHATEVER THE FUCK.
It is that I personally believe and know this to be ... JUST FUCKING TRUE! Because truthful aspects of sensible reason, which are provided to us by nature, in a totally unambiguous and completely unmistakable interpretation with intuitive subjection, of a more; of course, objective, or perhaps, raw, direct, real, and not lending to the tainted affects of cognitive biases play on our identificcation of whatever aspects of whatever. THIS IS LIFE. GOD DAMNIT! I EAT FLOWERS, AT TIMES. I BELIEVE THAT I WAS TOTALLY TRASHED OUTSIDE OF THE STATE LIBRARY OF VICTORIA, AT SOME POINT IN THE PAST, DUH. It occured to me LONG. FUCKING. AGO. NOW. that travelling the temporal dimension, which is the lexical constructs which I find most useful and correct in when making mention of the linear vector of time. It is that I reasoned LONG-LONG-FUCKING-AGO-NOW, say pre-2013, that time is without a mote of doubt capable to be travelled in the forward direction, although certainly NOT in the opposing direction. But then there may be a little more to it than this, simple description alone. Though in fundamental elaboration of the what is and IS NOT possible in with regards tot this, well- it is quite satisfsaoctory. I AM NOT THE TYPE TO SPREAD MISINFORMATION, EVER. FUCK. NO. I AM A SANE FUCKING PERSON. And I just wanna rock! And rofl. And like- whatever. I am easy. Provided it's fun, educational, or colourful and unusual and new and exciting and reasonable and within human-reason to be undertaken, like riding a canoe into a police station because HAHA. Have you seen the Himalayas? I lost my binoculars! "Sir! You're in Belize!" ... "My mistake, it is that I've been zig-zaging my way across the terrain because of the common happening of having either having taken too much or, ... too fucking little. Baclofen, oh baclofen. Wonders WILL NEVER cease with you."


Okay to bring this shit-post to a close, like- FUCK THIS ISN'T IRC! HAHA. LET ME HEAD THERE AND SEE JUST HOW QUICKLY I CAN BE GRANTED +b in some fine places of friendly and ALWAYS entirely fucking intellectual discourse. I love IRC. :-) BUT; REMEMBER! LET'S FACE IT! LIFE IS FOR PEOPLE WHO CANNOT FUCKING HANDLE DRUGS! TRUTH.

And uhh... ROFL. Here, I will finish writing this here also, because fuck. I love writing when I am in a psychological state entirely conducive to producing fantastic writing, which is, for me? Stimulants, usually just (meth)amphetamine and the dreaded fucking BACLOFEN, it is the greatest and the most fucking dangerous shit ... EVER. Woew!!! Fuck I love it SOO MUCH. And I fucking hate the shit with a passion, also... Like from wandering (or staggering, how should I know? Baclofen as any of the other GABAergic chemical species produces amnestic activity at "one toke over the line, one toke over ... the ... linnneeeee!!! levels of love). I've been found yes, perhaps doing a weird octopus walk, or trout slither or whatever along or from in-between the barriers of the edges of a highway, totally in the naked, of course, kind of life pinball, maybe. "It's all passion" as Charlie Sheen says. AHAHA. "On a quest! Right every single wrong." I like to imagine him exclaiming this to his "psychiatrist", haha.


And now? Well!!! I am just back to how I had always been all throughout my life, well- since after having had turned over the age of eighteen. SO I FUCKING LOVE LIFE AGAIN! WHOMP SSHSHSSH. Meth is better than like- no meth. Lol. You cannot argue against this fact because fuck, it is like just as the winner's circle, ROUND, as the earth and fuck from my teachings in geology... Many things in this existence are circular...

I do not know of the truthfulness of that, exactly. It was only an idea taught. And when discussing the way in which education should be supplied to a student, it is of utmost paramount importance that the student is NOT actually told 'What to think.' ... but instead, 'How to think!' - WRITE THAT DOWN!

But to elaborate on my taking of the circular nature of life... Well- Look. I know that ... BEFORE I WAS FUCKING BORN... I WAS ... NOTHING. NONEXISTENT. SO HOW THE FUCK COULD THIS BE CONSIDERED BY ANYBODY AS BEING A TRUTHFUL UNDERSTANDING OR REASONING OF THE MECHANISM OF THE NATURE OF LIFE AND WHATEVER MATTERS OF SEMANTIC-SCOPE IN PERTAINING TO THIS QUESTION.

Look, LISTEN!

Except for the specifics relating to the birth, life, and death of individual beings. Of course, it is exactly as I'd written into my first major publication, 'The NOTES!' - that it is extraordinary the IMMENSE DIVERSITY which that the encoding, or programming, which is declared within the genetic unit responsible for this matter, that is, of course, DNA. But sure, that in a general sense it may be viewed as being curricular or recycling in its paradigm of operating. Which is obvious that EVERYTHING FUCKING IS!!!
It is that- at times? I just do not know what the fuck is real any fucking more... Although! This being said, I am presently residing in an absolutely beautiful town and feel happy and the weirdness which I elaborate upon in the following written account... Well... It stops! HAHA. Kinda. The leg feelings at-least. But there are still [I suppose people not local to the town] walking their dogs at fucking 4-am, but hundreds of them, okay. Exaggeration, but yes. And loud combustion engine motor vehicles which sound like somebody whose swallowed two or three bottles of fucking Rikodeine WITHOUT having the consideration to counteract the anal explosion from the sorbitol by using a box of loperamide, or two.

I know that here I am however, surrounded by people and NOT; "people". IN THIS PLACE WHICH IS FUCKING WONDERFUL!!! HAHAAH!!! WOOT WOOT!


At times I feel like just heading out, on y'know. Something inconspicuous like a hot air balloon with a well-equip laboratory to produce speed. This way? Well ... Like- fuck it goes without saying that I [WE. I should say. Well. I can hope, ... I refer to my taking to liking this girl who I speak with and in my opinion ... get along with QUITE FUCKING WONDERFULLY!!! Her name is Angie. And I actually believe her to be so beautiful a person. :-) ]
Fuck right? Fucking right, right. Why not. YOLO and DO NOT PAINT YOUR GIRAFFE TO APPEAR TO BE LESS LIKELY TO BE VICTIM OF INTERROGATION AS YOU'RE WALKING BESIDE IT THROUGH THE JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT WITH ONE LARGE FUCKING PSYCHEDELIC TROUT. OR A DOZEN.
Look. I am not going to lie, I am back to feeling NORMAL! I SCORED ABSOLUTELY FUCKING FIRE METHAMPHETAMINE!!! AHAH. WOOT WOOT! I LOVE LIFE AGAIN!

Further elaboration on something... Because I do what I want. As "nothing I could ever want could ever be wrong."




It is that this shit let me know that it is the left, and I am the right. Look whatever. It's just annoying, really. It puts annoying pressure sensations into my legs, meaning nothing. I've never listened to a thing which it has said. No doubt. It's totally trash. Actually.
I do believe that (hopefully) there may be a good one, but I doubt this also. Due to particular things.

I just need to get back on meth, have an internet connection. And I can explore the cosmos as I was close to having had done so all of the way back in the year of 2012. Some which I'd always wished to accomplish. Just to see what else is possible, other life based on other elements of the same group (columns along of the periodic table of elements) given such elements capability to (perhaps) concatenate and form the "complex"-ish biomolecules required in the chemistry of all of the living.

It was told to me on IRC by somebody, that; I was created, to be the mind which would bring us out of the things which kills us.
Whether I am surrounded by people or, "people". Like- Fuck right? I am reasonably confident that I am just going to head somewhere where I may once again be alone well- from people.
It is that this shit let me know that it is the left, and I am the right. Look whatever. It's just annoying, really. It puts annoying pressure sensations into my legs, meaning nothing. I've never listened to a thing which it has said. No doubt. It's totally trash. Actually.
I do believe that (hopefully) there may be a good one, but I doubt this also. Due to particular things.

I just need to get back on meth, have an internet connection. And I can explore the cosmos as I was close to having had done so all of the way back in the year of 2012. Some which I'd always wished to accomplish. Just to see what else is possible, other life based on other elements of the same group (columns along of the periodic table of elements) given such elements capability to (perhaps) concatenate and form the "complex"-ish bio-molecules required in the chemistry of all of the living.

It was told to me on IRC by somebody, that; I was created, to be the mind which would bring us out of the things which kills us.

The idea is that EVERYBODY STOP BELIEVING THAT EVIL EXISTS - AT FUCKING ALL - IN THE WHOLE OF THE FUCKING UNIVERSE. I mean... To me? It DOESN'T!!! I've investigated the matter a long enough period of time in the past ago now, and concluded that evil, I will prefer to type in writing as "evil" due to, myself being ENTIRELY fucking ignorant of it. What it is. And whatever specific details, I mean- I know roughly of the personality trait's characteristics which would be considered as being "evil", as such. Although it is entirely outside of comprehension to myself. It lays OUTSIDE OF THE FUCKING REALM THAT IS PERMITTING ITSELF TO BE EXPLAINED, IN ANY FUCKING SENSIBLE, BELIEVABLE AND CONVINCING MANNER. LOL. But I can see how it develops. And it is unfortunate, although, MY BOOK; 'THE NOTES!' WELL- IT FUCKING CURES IT! As I knowed it as being VERY REALLY WELL CAPABLE of treating and curing unnatural and unreasonable irrational behaviours such as, greed, aggression, intolerance, and the worst of them all, hatred otherwise - the weird thing with and within or of myself, I MUST SAY, is that I am not the type of personality to ... almost EVER fucking experience this psychological state which is defined as "anger"... You see, I am ACTUALLY entirely UNSURE, to such a fucking high level of certainty in relation to this matter, that I am comfortable in stating that ... Okay, haha. I was going to write that I'd never experienced anger in throughout my entire time existing. But then I recalled a time when it did come to my psychological position.
In regards to 'hate' I can still say that I do not hate anything, or anyone. It's weird. I am not the type to form such powerful and completely refraining from any prospects for a conducive favourable promise to the progression of our whole species as a collective fucking WHOLE!
Look it is only the sensible, sane observation which is not able to be well refuted by anybody, that if there existed as much of a level of physical variation or difference in that there is in the physical (in a superficial consideration, of course. Only due to my lacking of knowledge of the more functional differences which are existing in the different speciations of human life) BUT CONTINUING ONWARD WITH THIS; it is if there existed as much of a diversity of physical appearances in that there is in the two species of fungi, in mycology; as there is in when comparing the Amanita muscaria, and the Amanita phalloides, between two homo sapiens, then IT WOULD WITHOUT QUESTION WARRANT A SEPARATE SPECIES TO BE DEFINED TAXONOMICALLY. But? Thank ... maybe microsoft, google, et cetera?
It seems to be most likely to be fact in the earth and its controlling "entities" or "people" whatever, that they would be those in possession of the largest value of wealth of whatever type. Monetary, or held in whatever commodities. Like fuck- I DO KNOW OF A METHOD TO ENTIRELY ERADICATE AND DO-AWAY WITH ... GREED. WHICH IS WHY CARS SOUND A OPIOID DEPENDENT PATRON IN WITHDRAWAL VIBRATING DOWN THE TARMAC ROADS.

NOPE! NO NO NO!!! FUCK THAT! ALL I CAN SAY IS GRAVITY AIN'T GOT SHIT ON ME, FUCK. I AM CAPABLE OF BECOMING LOST WITHOUT REQUIRING ANY FUCKING MOVEMENT FROM MY COMPUTER TERMINAL. ET CETERA. "IF ANYTHING IS WORTH DOING, IT IS WORTH DOING RIGHT!" LOL.
To elaborate on EXACTLY why I REFUSE to fucking BELIEVE of the existence of any "evil" in and all throughout nature, is simply attributable to the quality which is possessed by ALL OF THE LIVING, in that of their willingness to care for and provide and love and HELP THE FUCKING THOSE PRESENTING TO BE IN NEED OF LOVE AND CARE AND AID IN ANY FORM WHATSOEVER!!! I mean- I once in-fact did stumble upon a infographic, a type of collage, perhaps you may call it, consisting of ... maybe about six different photographs which contained a FUCKING DUCK CARING FOR A FUCKING CAT which was physically injured and immobile on the tarmac. It is obvious and felt by all.



BE VERY MINDFUL OF THE VERY ESSENTIAL IMPORTANCE WHICH ... COURTESY OF OUR FUCKING LUNATIC MULES WHO ENJOY TO ASCRIBE SELF-IMPORTANCE TO THEMSELVES BY THEIR NAMING OF THEIR SELVES THROUGH TOTALLY LACK OF INPUT OR ACCEPTANCE OR ... ANY FUCKING INFLUENCES FROM THE ... WHOLE REMAINING UP-STANDING CITIZENS WHICH COMPRISE OUR GENUS, AS I TAKE PREFERENCE IN TAXONOMICALLY CLASSIFYING OUR VARIOUS SPECIES IN A ECOLOGICAL MANNER. Look- I cannot be fucked to explain why right at this moment. I've been meaning to go to attend to some things which require my time for the last few fucking hours and I've been rambling here. Just like old times... Aaha...

REMEMBER KIDS, STAY HIGH! AT ALL TIMES. OR Y'KNOW. PLAY IT AS YOU FEEL. WITHIN REASON. I mean you may have heard of people expressing concern in the irresponsible discarding of a burning cigarette butt and which goes on to ignite a neighbour's residence or something. NOW, NOW NOW!!! I once, when I was aged about twelve years or so old, well- I COMPLETELY fucking ACCIDENTALLY FIRED A MISSILE INTO A SMALL ISLAND, which went up in flames. But I'VE NEVER SEEN A FUCKING FIRE EVER WHICH WAS IGNITED BY A CIGARETTE! Sooo- my two cents!!! AHAH.

I am going to go to speak with Angie, maybe she wants to come along with me to accompany me to either Belize, Jamaica, or fuck- one of alpha-centauria's cellestial planetary bodies in the solar system of that star. Fuck ... AS I SAID! I AM EASY! Just wanna stay shitfaced, and I am good. it is important for my happiness, health, and productivity. As anybody who is experienced knows and understands as a very immutable and undeniable fact of existence in these ... COINCIDENTALLY ALL OF THE FUCKING MEDICINES WHICH ARE CLASSIFIED AS "RESTRICTED", OR "PROHIBITED", OR "UNLAWFUL" AND NOT ALLOWED TO BE HELD AND USED, WHICH IS A COMPLETELY LITERALLY AND ACTUALLY FUCKING CRIMINAL ACT IN ENFORCING SUCH A ABSURD FUCKING IRRESPONSIBLE AND HIGHLY CATASTROPHIC AND DISASTROUS TO THE FATE OF THE EARTH AND ALL OF ITS LIFE.

ACTUALLY, WHY NOT FLORIDA OR THE RIVER SOUTH OF MOSCOW, IF THERE IS ONE. FUCK WHATEVER. Hehe. Good game, patrons. Have fun. Disco lights and smoke machines and lasers should be sold at fucking service stations and where I am heading, soon now. I will be like roads? RRR-OOO-AAAA-DDD-SSSSSS? WTF are ROOOOADDDDSSS!!!???"

Lol. I won't need them. Eugh. Sit tight mother earth!




mmm_look_my_experience_anyway.pdf
Something I'd titled 'On Being Sane in Insane, Not Simply Unsane Places.pdf' and which I'd composed on the 13.05.23.
This one I'd titled, 'JUST NOTHING THAT YOU DO NOT ALREADY KNOW..pdf' and on the date of, 24.05.23.