and well, hi, i'm tesla. i introduced myself on the "who are you" board. (gee, how apropos.) my significant other is trying to sleep and the keyboard clacking is driving him off his bean. i guess you'll hear more from me later. probably anyway. and i really am curious about the name. sounds african-tribal or something. maybe abo. or izzit an acronym? if not maybe it should be. |
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i thought it was meant to be a reference to the composer who bears the same name. prehaps nate is right. |
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i wonder how many people know my terrible secret? |
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the scariest, most dangerous trip-wire-insane people i have ever encountered have been either completely drug-free, or used crack and alcohol together over and over until there were holes in their brain you could drive a mack truck through. i'm not saying meth is friggin' vitamin c or anything but used in moderation (REAL moderation, not pretend moderation) it can be really helpful to people with slower-than-average metabolism. hell, you used to be able to get it from a doctor for that exact purpose, but now of course in these pathetic zero tolerance times doctors won't prescribe anything that actually makes people feel good any more. as for the "good friend in ohio" mentioned above, although i can't glean the entirety of the situation just from this post, i don't know if a missed birthday card is grounds to report a person missing. and well, if he always sent her flowers for mother's day he at least had some heart in him! drug LAWS make for most of the problems connected with drugs, not the drugs themselves. people could use them much more responsibly and much more safely were they not so terribly illegal. sigh. |
well at least it's only once or twice a month. and not using needles, well that's a sure fire way of being safe. my brother is a meth-head. fucker. stole from my grandmother to buy drugs. his teeth are rotting out of his mouth. i associate meth with white trash. it was the drug of choice in my redneck kansas hometown. i sound really judgemental, but i don't give a fuck. people who do meth make me sick. |
(and, more importantly, how you spell 'pronounce') sore-ab-jee? sore-ab-eye? sore-ab-eee? |
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Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs. |
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very large piece of grilled salmon aversion to unctuous waiter redolence of garlic cabernet on empty stomach lunch of crawfish piquant with root beer stomach flu (ruled out; no further symptoms) other dire gastrointestinal malady that could strike again at any time (we'll see) |
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what a pity anyone should tame such a beast. |
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Fuck you if you can't take a joke. Tesla took his joke fine. Jumping "Bob," you are one whiny bitter hombre. |
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sore-rob-hee J |
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i'm going to cry. |
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