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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 02:42:19 PM »
I think I'm going to write a book about this.
I get 20% of the profits then

some indie film maker needs to get the plot for this script in his hands tbh fam
Why? My experiences aren't that interesting and don't really carry any themes or moral lessons. There are no arcs or character developments. They wouldn't make for a good story, so they couldn't be the basis of a film.

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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 01:12:56 PM »
so i'm right then
How so? Please support your claims.

ah yes florida wonderful state no degenerates whatsoever

see you in part 3
We're moving to Florida because that's where our grandparents are at for half of every year lol. They're our biggest supporters, and my grandpa, Bill Henry, is one of 15 siblings who have so much clout in southeast Michigan. He's also among the best, most genuine, and noble people alive. I won't say much because privacy, but that man is literally perfect, and hasn't  done a single substance once, or have any bad acts associated with him whatsoever.  And at the same time, he's not judgmental, haughty, or entitled. He's just a great person is the point, I think he's 73 now but takes daily walks and looks like he's 58 or 60. I could go on about my amazing grandmother as well, the person who has so much unconditional love in her heart that you know you can always go to her, but this post is already long enough, and honestly I'm just exasperated. 

As I was fucking writing out that last sentence, by the way, Elliott came up and was all smooth and tricked me that a wasp got into the house, when really it didn't.  I ignored his initial bullshit stories about how a wasp was getting in because the doors are shut, there's no buzzing,  I knew he was lying, and I was in the middle of trying to write a nice post about my grandma. But he kept going on, and eventually was like "the wasp got in!" and ran away to his room, and of course at that point I believed him and was like holy shit, and he instantly says he's just kidding.  Such a goddamn brat. I yelled at him and said you don't fucking (I so very rarely use this word with him, but he was just on my nerves so much and the wasp thing freaked me out, and he knows wasps are like my worst fear) get to make up things like that. It's not allowed."  He said  in response, "you should've been smart enough to know there was no way it could get in", and I told him, albeit very stuttery, "All I knew was that it somehow got in." And he got mad and went upstairs.

Sorry for the big digression. Also - my sister, Presley, just called. It was probably for Mom but she's out with Mike while I'm here with Elliott. Presley hasn't talked to me since she moved out to Cali with our hollow shell of a person who provided the seed to give birth to us, but I'll probably call her back right now.

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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 12:35:51 PM »
Expected a response like this. I'm not some random druggie, I have tons of clout on other sites at this point lol. I posted this here because I like the formatting options and it's an easy post to link to. I genuinely hope you enjoy your food, but I can tell you what being sexually liberated means right now: you wield your body autonomy as a second skin, and understand that your body is yours to use as you please. That's literally all there is to it - a child could get this.
Ok then, question #1: what sex has with how you understand and control your body? Question #2: can somebody sitting on drugs claim that they have full control of their body?
Please rephrase question 1, I don't understand it. As for for question 2, no they can't. You willingly relinquish control when you take drugs, and it's through that consent that the drugs don't impact body autonomy.  You used your body automony to temporarily remove a part of your body autonomy, and in that way nothing is violated. It's no different than willingly relinquishing control of your body to a dom in a BDSM scene. As long as eveything's consensual,  there's no problem.

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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 11:48:09 AM »
And by the way - there won't be a part 3. We're losing the house and moving to Florida.

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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 11:35:48 AM »
My opinion of you both has drastically been lowered, knowing you agree with Jacob's above post - it's truly one of his worst ones, and if you can't see why I feel there's no hope for your conscious to recover.
Oh no, how can I live with a fact that some rando drugie on a internet has a low opinion of me. I'll probably go and do somethi- nothing. Probably go buy myself some food. By the time I'm back you have to explain what you even mean by sexual liberation, or else I do nothing to you.
Expected a response like this. I'm not some random druggie, I have tons of clout on other sites at this point lol. I posted this here because I like the formatting options and it's an easy post to link to. I genuinely hope you enjoy your food, but I can tell you what being sexually liberated means right now: you wield your body autonomy as a second skin, and understand that your body is yours to use as you please. That's literally all there is to it - a child could get this.

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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 11:25:59 AM »
this thread is evidence that you haven't learned shit though

in part 3 you're probably gonna have jon the hobo meth dealer fuck your ass, which i'm surprised hadn't happened already

in part 7 you're probably gonna get double penetrated by him and his dog, but instead of for meth, it'll be for his jenkum
How so? I didn't do drugs I wouldn't have done at home, and in fact did nothing wrong at all, except for the stealing. Hate to break it to you dude - choosing to give a guy a blowjob is not an immoral act. I know you're sexually repressed as hell - my mom just realized after a long talk with me that she's probably asexual,  by the way - but that's no excuse for imposing a judgment onto something you have absolutely no grounds to judge on.

I've done my fair share of immoral acts, and most of them happened long ago when my age still started with a 1. But being sexually liberated is not one of those.
Being sexually liberated is one thing, but having no standarts whatsoever is another.
I've actually developed a lot of standards and a sense of self-esteem in the past two years. I wouldn't suck any random dick; Jon's is fantastic.

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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 11:22:41 AM »
My opinion of you both has drastically been lowered, knowing you agree with Jacob's above post - it's truly one of his worst ones, and if you can't see why, I feel there's no hope for your conscious to recover.

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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 11:16:28 AM »
this thread is evidence that you haven't learned shit though

in part 3 you're probably gonna have jon the hobo meth dealer fuck your ass, which i'm surprised hadn't happened already

in part 7 you're probably gonna get double penetrated by him and his dog, but instead of for meth, it'll be for his jenkum
How so? I didn't do drugs I wouldn't have done at home, and in fact did nothing wrong at all, except for the stealing. Hate to break it to you dude - choosing to give a guy a blowjob is not an immoral act. I know you're sexually repressed as hell - my mom just realized after a long talk with me that she's probably asexual,  by the way - but that's no excuse for imposing a judgment onto something you have absolutely no grounds to judge on.

I've done my fair share of immoral acts, and most of them happened long ago when my age still started with a 1. But being sexually liberated is not one of those.

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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 10:54:48 AM »
Looking back on this thread, I can see that you guys just don't get me, and probably never will. But that's fine - you don't have to. I just have completely different prorities, standards,  goals, and expectations than most people, and I'm fine with that.

Every mistake I make is just another lesson, and I become a stronger and wiser person with each lesson I learn.

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The Flood / Re: I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 07:11:06 AM »
the following message is being posted with the knowledge that this is all an ARG; i'm just playing along because that's the point

here is my belated response to a question you asked me a month ago:

Don't you notice a change in me at all?
No

your whole life story thus far kinda reminds me of 177013 (not that you know what that is), and i hope it continues to develop and end in a similar fashion for you, because it's what you deserve

knowing that i could never possibly sink this low in life puts me on a higher plateau than you've ever experienced on DXM



It won't continue that way, unfortunately for us both. It's definitely what I deserve, and I wouldn't question those consequences should they arise. But honestly - they won't. My life is getting better every day.

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The Flood / I had a fucking adventure today -- Part II
« on: April 16, 2019, 05:45:34 AM »
DISCLAIMER: First of all, it should be noted that I'm not proud of any of these things. When I go on about them, I'm not bragging, I'm just explaining what happened. I only bring this up because apparently people thought I was showing off, which is NOT the case. I regret these actions more than words can explain. Also, if this tablet does something shitty, and I lose all of this text midway through, I'm going to be so pissed. Also also, I should tell you that I dosed up on about 450mg of DXM about 30 minutes ago. Right now it's 1:14 AM, EST. My writing style may become progressively more fucked up as I go on, and I'm writing from a tablet so it's already pretty slow-going.



My first descent, for anyone who hasn't seen it.

So it all started with a disagreement over how my little brother Elliott should be schooled. I would later learn this was just a misunderstanding.  My brother doesn't go to school at all - he will when we move to Florida in a month or so, since we're getting kicked out,  but that's another whole story.

Anyway, in lieu of school I thought it would be a good idea for us to at least have some sort of "reading time", where all three of us (myself, my mom, and Elliott) would just sit in silence and read a book of our choosing for 20 minutes, and then reconvene and discuss what we read afterward. That was all well and good; my brother picked some manga he found at Dr K's Books, a local store here in Asheville; my mom of course choose some book in the Discovery of Witches series by Deborah Harkness;  and I chose The Penultimate Peril, the twelfth book in Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events.

That was the first book club (I call it that because that's literally what it is). The second one was much different.  Elliott already read his manga, but he wanted to read it again for his book. At this point, tensions are already so high with the move coming up, me being on drugs,  and me failing to use my free time to apply for new jobs in Florida. I shouldn't have pressed things, but I did. I said we should have a rule that you can't read a book you've already read as your book for reading time, since you're not really gaining any new information from it.

My mom got really mad here, and this is where the miscommunication began. She said that he already had so much going on, between his abusive father, the move, and me being all spaced out on drugs, and that it was so good he's reading anything. In hindsight, completely understandable. But I, in my fucked up state, thought she meant that we couldn't ever have a rule like that - that kids should always be allowed to choose whatever books they want to read. She really just meant for this brief period where we're transitioning from one house to the next.

But it was a huge fight, and it ended up with her actually saying I wasn't allowed to be in the house anymore. I knew she thought I'd crawl back to her the next morning, so I was determined to not do that.

Anyway, this happened around 7:00 I think, and I still had to work at 11:00 that night, which was actually such a relief. I got the essentials of what I wanted to bring: The Grim Grotto; The Penultimate Peril; The End; my journal; my laptop + charger; my work clothes and some casualwear; my drugs that I take for pleasure (DXM & DPH); my old prescribed drugs that I thought I may as well bring with me, because I figured no one could tell the difference between those (lexapro & busipirone) and real pills like xanax and I could make sone money; my makeup; my razors; some flashlights; a Nalgene full of refrigerated water; my long kitchen knife that I took from my hotel (with the intention of making a sheath for it later); and some nice cologne that someone left at my hotel. I was fully prepared and ready to go.

The first night was easy. I took a bus to the Biltmore area where my job was (I stole a Payday and a can of Coke from the gas station next to the bus station - picked that candy bar because it's mostly nuts). I waited for a few hours at the McDonalds for my shift to start at 11:00. I went online and told Meg (my absolute best friend everything that happened thus far. I wasn't expecting physical support - she lives in a different state - I just wanted to tell her what was going on and ask her for advice. She was so sad that she couldn't do anything to help, but suggested that I reach out to Facebook friends. I did that, but none responded. I also talked to my grandma, and she said that she thinks that my mom expects me home tomorrow.  I told her this wasn't the case (though it probably was), and that she kicked me out for good.

Anyway, I went to work that night and it was hell. I was on drugs and stuttering, but there were like no guests there at all. It looked like I was going to be fine, but at 5am this guy comes to the front desk and says his key doesn't work for his door. I go to cut him a new key, and of course the touch screen decides to stop working. I didn't realize the guy was super drunk at the time, idk why, But I was freaking out, and I called Rufus, my manager, and told him what happened. He directed me to a certain spot in his drawer where he had a master key for the entire hotel. So I took that key and the man with me to try to unlock his door and let him in.

But when I turned the key into the lock, nothing happened, I tried, and tried, and was just about to stop before the door fucking opened. A guy was there, and he was so mad (understandably) for the disruption. I turn to the drunk guest and he says "maybe this isn't my room". I knew then that he was drunk, and I apologized to that guy so much. The drunk man then told me, "wait, I remember - it's room ____!"(I don't remember the number rn) So, dumb as I was, I went to that room and pretty much the same thing happened again, only this time it was an old black lady. I once again apologized so much, to the best of my ability. I told the drunk guy I would just look up his room in the lobby. He said "I thought you guys were supposed to know all that", which we definitely aren't required to do.

I found his room number, went up there, but the problem still remained that I couldn't figure out how to unlock the door. But then a thought occurred to me, and I turned the key the opposite way you'd normally turn a key in a lock - and that worked. The guy rushed into his room and slammed the door without a word after I told him of my success, and frankly, I was glad to be rid of him.

But my work misfortunes didn't end there. While reloading the printer with paper,  I managed to completely seperate the paper rack from the printer and I couldn't figure out how to fix it. It took me 30 minutes and literally turning the printer upside-down,  but eventually it snapped back into place. The only thing was that the paper width was off,  but that's nbd.

So when my relief, Keith, got there,  I was so ready to leave even though I have an arrangement with Rufus that I can stay in any dirty vacant room until 11:00. I just wanted out. I told Keith that I got kicked out but that I'd definitely show up to work tonight. I took the bus back to West Asheville (had to lie and say I was a student to get the 50c price instead of the usual $1.00 price since I only had 60 cents), and yeah, at that point I could've went crawling back home, but my pride wasn't beaten into the ground - yet.



Instead, I went to the railroad tracks where I knew there was a community of homeless people. I went to the far overpass near Waffle House that no one ever seems to go to, and made it my home. I put my books and journal up and around a fixture where no one could ever see them, and also put the rest of my valuables up there. At that point I realized I fucked up by not downloading anything to my laptop, but I figured I'd rectify that.

So I took a few DXM and DPH, which I was actually trying not to take so they would last me until Thursday when I get paid, and I went up all the way over to the highway, to McDonalds to use their wifi. I had no money, but I did bring my card, so I did the trick where you order sonething cheap and try to pay for it with the card, only to go "oh damn, I thought there was money on here - I'll just have an ice water, I guess..." and they give you the water and you're allowed to stay there and use their wifi.

It was raining anyway, but I could only stay there until about 12:00 before I was bored out of my mind. I downloaded two episodes of Martin Mystery onto my computer,  and tried to download the entire Totally Spies Movie (all of this is available for free on youtube). But it was too big in size. Ironically, this would turn out to be a good thing, but for that moment I was so happy I had my flash drive in the bag with me.

I took the time to steal two packets of Benezdrex, a stimulant, from BI-LO, as that's the only place around here that carries that product anyway.

I headed back to camp (always wanted to use that Probst line off the cuff), and took half of one of the Benezdrex,  more DPH than usual (EXTREMELY not good), and some DXM. I made myself a comfy place to lay and settled down to watch the Totally Spies Movie.

About 2/3rds of the way through, a familiar face came by - Jon (the oft-mentioned "hobo that you sucked dick for meth" person. In reality, that couldn't be farther from the truth - he's a clean shaven guy, in terms of both his upper and lower body, and just generally takes care of himself). He asked what I was watching,  I showed him and all - if you remember,  I already told Jon my whole thing with being trans and all that on my first venture. He and I talked for a while, and got caught up on what each of us had been doing, and upon learning I got kicked out, he offered me a place to stay in his tent, which I happily obliged and said I'd meet him there after I was finished with the movie. He was running up to the gas station anyway.

I finished the movie and lounged about for a while, figured I'd just wait for him. I made an actual sheath for the kitchen knife in this time, using one of those cheap plasticy bags from the hotel and the strings that went with it. I pretty much folded it over, then sewed it using the knife and the string. It came out pretty nicely. Eventually, Jon came back and showed me the way to his camp. He talked to me, but same as last time, he talked in such a quiet, rushed way that sometimes it was hard to hear him. Anyway, we made it back to his camp by the stream, and he had such an awesome setup. He went into his tent while I stayed outside and I was excited because I knew what that meant. I broke the ice and went inside, and asked if I could suck his dick. He was already naked, of course, and yeah this guy isn't a "hobo" - he's definitely older in age, around 40/50, but he has such a nice hardened body, has a few classy, well-made tattoos, and, I'm sorry but I have to say, a very large, beautiful dick.

I definitely sucked that without hesitation, like four times over the course of twenty minutes. He and I talked a lot after that, and he was so sweet and wholesome and knowledgeable about so many different things. Eventually,  though, he had to leave, and I said I'd see him the next day because I had to work that night. He said to make myself at home and all that. Around 7:30 it was getting late, and I was ready to go. What I didn't realize,  though,  was that I was sitting there that whole time and the drugs were just taking forever to kick in. And it started drizzling,  too. And then the drugs were definitely kicking in. I found myself not high, but completely dissociated from my body there in the tent. It wasn't even half a football field away from the tracks, but it was way lower than them, and across a river. Being dissociated like that is a wonderful, freeing feeling if you're laying in bed with some music, but it's neither wonderful nor freeing if you're in the woods while it's raining and have to get out.

Anyway, I definitely had to go. I used what little movement I had available in my arms to drag myself and the bag I brought with me (not all my stuff) up the muddy hill, using rocks, trees, roots, and vines as handholds. I fell into the creek with my bag that had my laptop in it. It was hell and I thought I wasn't going to be able to make it up, honestly. But I did, eventually.

Near the end of it, Jon had returned and was calling out to me, asking if I needed help and telling me to just come back down. But it was officially night at that time, and I told him no, I had to go to work, but that I would see him the next day.

Once I got up the hill I was amazed to find not the tracks, but the road. I would realize later that I didnt even need to cross the creek in the first place, and that I was on the same side as his tent anyway. But alas, I did recognize the road, and I made my long, hard, shameful way back home.

I apologized to my mom. We're okay now. She said that Rufus was blowing up her phone the previous day and that he drove all around the Biltmore area looking for me and all that. I called Ryan, my coworker, and told him there was just no way I could make it to work that day. He said Keith told him and Rufus everything and that no one was expecting me to work that day anyway, which I was relieved to hear.

My mom wanted nothing to do with me until the next day when I was sober, which was definitely understandable. I had an appointment to get hormones the next day (today), but my dad's insurance is in flux and he's such a downer and I pretty much accepted the fact that I wasn't going to get them.

At around 3am, though, when I was sure my mom and Elliott were in deep sleep, I snuck back out so I could retrieve my stuff. This time, though - I went prepared. My limbs were functional, I had a flashlight headstrap thing, some water, a trash bag, and a walking stick.

Getting the majority of my stuff was easy, I just followed the tracks and retrieved my books and bag of valuables from behind the fixture,  as well as all of my clothes,  which I put into the trash bag. But for some stupid reason, I really wanted my knife/sheath back. So I left both bags on the tracks and went back down there to find it, which was such a fucking bad idea.

I couldn't find the knife at all, and now that I think of it, the river-crossing thing didn't happen the previous day, it happened then. I was on drugs still admittedly and it was dark and I didn't know the way, but I remembered the creek and for some reason thought I had to cross it (maybe because there were so many man-made crossings over it?). In retrospect,  my laptop in my bag probably got ruined the previous day when I was sitting around Jon's tent after he left. There was a nice sofa they had set up by the stream, with a pair of shoes on it, and I accidentally toppled the shoes into the lake and went waddling out there with my bag around my shoulders,  and tripped/fell. That was all the previous day, I apologize for the dissent.

Anyway, I tried to find my knife,  I couldn't, and that was the time I crossed the river and ended up on the road instead of the tracks. I had my walking stick and limb function that time, so it wasn't nearly as bad. But yeah, it spat me out on the familar road a way back from my house, and it's like 4am now and I'm so thirsty because I lost my walking stick and water bottle down by the river. I go up to this super sketchy bar that's within walking distance of me to see if it's 24/7 or anything like that. This bar is a local place, and it's actually a stretch to call  it a bar at all - I went up there once and the lady told me it's a private club, not a bar, and that tons of people think it's a fucking restaurant but it's not.

Anyway, the place was closed, and I did by far the scummiest criminal act I've ever done, right there. I just sat on the chair out front for like five minutes at first to regain strength,  but then went around the back. And there were tons of vines and vegetation and shit back there, but there was also a window made out of just an extremely flimsy piece of plexiglass. And behind that plexiglass were tons of stored beers of every type.

I hate beer, unfortunately.  I would drink anything to get drunk but that. But I knew who did like beer - that whole homeless community by the river.  So I smashed in the plexiglass and took like 7 Blue Moons and 1 Corona - that was all I could possibly carry. I doubled back up to the tracks, retrieved my possessions, and went home. My mom was still asleep, but she woke up later and said she heard me going out, and asked where I went, and I just told her I went to get my stuff so that no one could take it, and she was fine. I went to bed.

I slept for most of that day, woke up around 7:00 and got a lyft to work. It was pretty low-key; Ryan stayed with me until about 5am, and after I clocked out at 7:00, I was able to stay in my room until like 12:30pm. I wrote to my mom on FB and told her what was up, but her only and main concern was whether or not I was still going to Minnie Jones for my appointment. I told her there was no way they'd accept me without insurance, and that she was free to call them and all that, but that absolutely nothing would be done.

Well, I was wrong. They were able to work with me and they asked me a lot of questions about my gender and all that. I told them I'd been presenting as female on the internet, which is what I think they wanted to hear. So I have another appointment two weeks from now where I'll get my pills. It seems like such a long time to wait, but at first it was going to be a whole month from now - I had to tell him I was fully committed and wanted them as soon as possible for him to squeeze me in on April 30th. This was, without a doubt, the best thing that's happened to me recently.

Today, I made good on the thought from earlier and went back down to the creek to give Jon the beers, some food, a nice button-up shirt, and some books from my house (including an extra copy of The Grim Grotto that's not in the best condition. I also figured, hey - why not take that Benezdrex I got from BI-LO before I go? I did that, along with some DXM, but the Benezdrex was a bad choice. The day prior I broke the cotton into two parts and took them at separate points in the day, but this time I thought I was equipped enough to take the whole cotton. I was wrong. It was so gross, and it didn't do anything for me, and I stole a twix from the gas station just to get that god-awful taste out of my mouth. I then went back to the tracks with the intention of just dropping off the bag of goodies at Jon's tent since I couldn't find him anywhere on my way to the station.

But imagine my luck - or maybe karma - I tripped at just the exact wrong spot and my bag fell. Of course, all those beers shattered, except for one, leaving the bag and most of the food (that wasn't in plastic, like the ramen) completely ruined. Surprisingly,  the two books I brought were relatively fine. I didn't want to drop a beer-soaked bag in front of Jon's tent, so I fashioned a makeshift bag out of the button-up shirt, and put what survived the fall in it.

I went down to the creek - no one was around. There, I found Elliott's water bottle that I brought with me earlier. I grabbed it, but still couldn't find that knife. Oh well. To this moment, I still have no idea what happened to that kitchen knife + sheath. But I left the stuff there, and wrote Jon a note in The Grim Grotto. I promised a while back that I would draw the line at stealing from individuals,  not companies, but on my way out there was another tent with a really fantastic knife laying there, and I took it as a memento.



That about sums it up! I have some pictures on my phone, of the camp and the note I wrote to Jon, that I'll post if anyone's interested.  Since I am definitely moving to Florida next month, this should be the end of my saga with those cool people from the tracks. I know this was a long read, and to those of you who did read it, I hope you enjoyed!

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Oh and check out this thread too: https://boards.fireden.net/co/thread/106650024 (never did end up watching Bambi though, probably will tonight at work)

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I slept last night, obviously. This all started because I realized I stayed up for 3 days already on my last day of work before the weekend, because of actual DXM highs not letting me sleep, and for my weekend I figured I may as well test sleep deprivation effects while I had the 3 days already under my belt

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For energy I used coffee and DXM (but only in super small doses, 100-200mg when I needed it every 6-7 hours to stay awake, didn't want to muddle the effects of sleep dep with the high of DXM)

Here's an (unfinished) story I wrote while on it. The contents are somewhat related to my experiences while being sleep deprived, but most of it is fiction, obviously.

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The Flood / positivity thread
« on: March 23, 2019, 05:17:40 PM »
to go with my positivity thread here: http://boards.4channel.org/lgbt/thread/12098385

bring happiness forward not hate


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The Flood / Re: good stuff or no?
« on: March 23, 2019, 01:16:12 PM »
A thread shitting on the white male died for this

Spoiler
Cant actually view it since the shooting in NZ our two biggest service providers banned 4chan
aw that's fucked up

I hate censorship, so I just took shots of the thread so you can see it


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The thread image:










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The Flood / Re: good stuff or no?
« on: March 23, 2019, 04:45:43 AM »
I make threads like this all the time

http://boards.4channel.org/lgbt/thread/12096108

but they just dont take off - doesnt mean I'll stop making them, but I'm not defined by what I do for recreation

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The Flood / Re: good stuff or no?
« on: March 23, 2019, 04:42:26 AM »
I thought you were trying to be a good role model for trans people. What happened to that?
Oh, I still am. Doesn't mean I can't have fun now and again.

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The Flood / Re: forum game
« on: March 22, 2019, 11:56:47 AM »

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The Flood / Re: forum game
« on: March 22, 2019, 10:19:19 AM »


I too browse facebook
That’s Twitter hombre.


no it was facebook hombre

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The Flood / Re: forum game
« on: March 22, 2019, 10:02:12 AM »


I too browse facebook

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The Flood / Re: good stuff or no?
« on: March 22, 2019, 08:32:41 AM »
just reread and I like this post the most


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The Flood / good stuff or no?
« on: March 22, 2019, 08:28:32 AM »
http://boards.4channel.org/lgbt/thread/12089703

I'm trying to get back into trolling

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The Flood / Re: forum game
« on: March 21, 2019, 03:50:11 PM »
"Florida man shot outside bar after rejecting shot inside bar, officials say"
october 18

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The Flood / Re: Toy Story 4 Trailer
« on: March 21, 2019, 09:20:51 AM »
oh boo fucking hoo, this looks fine and will probably be absolutely kino, actually

keep "protesting the film's existence" because you're little crybabies who can't handle the idea of sequels

This doens't even have Andy, which would be a legitimate criticism from me. Toys are immortal, Woody and co would definitely have more kids after him, and I for one am excited to see what happens next to them.

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The Flood / Re: What do you guys think?
« on: March 20, 2019, 06:39:12 AM »
waste of $$$

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Serious / Re: BERNIE
« on: March 19, 2019, 03:21:34 PM »
I'd love a Bernie presidency obviously, but not nearly as much as Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez or Elizabeth Warren.
lol? One is fauxcahontas and one would turn America into Venezuela.
Stay hateful, moron!

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Serious / Re: BERNIE
« on: March 19, 2019, 02:57:10 PM »
I'd love a Bernie presidency obviously, but not nearly as much as Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez or Elizabeth Warren.

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Serious / Re: New Zealand Mass Shooting
« on: March 15, 2019, 05:19:21 AM »
http://boards.4channel.org/lgbt/thread/12030693

Yeah it's seriously fucked up shit

this guy deserves to hang, I rescind my beliefs on the death penalty

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The Flood / Re: Latest batch of selfies
« on: March 14, 2019, 06:41:02 AM »
At least I can find solice in that Class will end up more of a hon than I will
you wont be a hon at all, but thanks for the random insult out of nowhere when I've been nothing but nice to you

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