I have no idea, and I wouldn’t want to specul(um)ate.

A friend and I were on a phone call and discovered the meaning to life. Absolute, certain, irrefutable meaning of life. There was no questioning it, no misunderstanding it.

It is gone. Neither of us can remember it. All we can remember is that the conversation started by me describing the “cloacal kiss,” the mating method of chickens.

Neither of us were high or drunk or (above normal) sleep deprived.

Good to know my phoboas are rooted in ancient fears

This would fully work on me. Especially if he replaced the drink, because obviously I’m not drinking that lol

In that case, I think you did a good job. Though I’d probably have place Ike higher. He looks like he has a soul to me. A weird one. Like a soul that buys used undies from vending machines lol

Really depends. The title says it’s by how much it looks like they have a soul behind them eyes. W looks like he’s got one. And that’s what made him as dangerous as he was. “I wanna have a beer with the man!”

Go have a fucking beer with him, then, but don’t give him access to the fucking oval Office!

Apparently I’ve been 20 years ahead of the curve. I didn’t call it bed rotting (ew) I called it “fucking depressed leave me alone”

I get both, and I don’t even have the necessary equipment

Well said! And yeah, I was a little heavy handed calling the dispossessed theory. However:

Do the hungry care more about who you feed them

The rich!

Fully agree that that’s the way to learn. Do praxis, theory will develop.

However, I recommend the bread book to anyone I think might enjoy reading something like it. It changed my life fundamentally to see some one lay out the math of how a society could function like that. As suggested above,nthe dispossessed is also an amazing work of theory disguised as a very fun sci fi read. I routinely quote “where do you go when you die in hell” ever since reading it

For some reason, my client messed up today and the images go with all the wrong posts. When I first say the image, it was a great moment:

You may be more familiar with the clinical name, Crotch Lego

possum kingdom intensifies

… Twinky Dom you way?

I’ve got a bear physique, and I can protect you in an apocalypse so long as you don’t mind living in the middle of nowhere and eating a lot of mushrooms. I’m particularly good at growing mushrooms, tomatoes, potatoes, and any form of squash or zucchini

I am also very handy with tools, and can crochet and needle point!

Oh, good idea!

Idk if strains are, like, universified or whatever, but there’s this one strain of CBD we used to order from laughing lion in CO called Chem Dawg. Best shit ever. It felt like what smoking felt like when I was a teenager. It was pretty awesome. I’ll bet a 90/10 mix of that and some actual weed would be awesome!

When I was 16, my buddies each bought an ounce of weed for my birthday party. 3 ounces of weed, like 7 of us partying total. Smoked it all that night.

Was named beyond belief, but no adverse effects. Just super stoned and having a great time.

I take 2 hits off my buddy’s fucking high tech ruby dab thingamabob and I am so fucking high that I hate life and I want to die

God, I wish I was the type of person who could afford to leave my town, much less my country. :/

I miss the cheap ass ditch weed of my youth. My tolerance is insanely low. One hit of anything nowadays and I’m too stoned and hate it :(

Seconding the other person. I am deeply curious about learning about Cuba, whether you currently live there or not. I understand if you don’t want to talk openly because of flame wars in comment sections, but I’d love to DM, or move the conversation to a different community if needed.

They really should do an episode or How It’s Made on this. Super fascinating!