Hello, Boyah, it's been too long. Yesterday Qwest finally connected our Internet and today I've used my PC for the first time in 10 days. Since moving in here (Dinkytown, Minneapolis) on the 1st I've experienced a whirlwind, the setting not unlike a Beat novel with maniacs coming and going, crazy love unfolding, and a general thirst for life, dub and Dylan continually on those Technics I bought. On the 2nd I met Clare, one of our upstairs neighbors, and did mushrooms with her that night. Together we powered a 'universal cuddle' in my living room that touched the divine. The next day we boomed again, I took her to some nice woods in the suburbs, we connect. Day 3 of Clare we finished the mushrooms (went through 1.5oz selling and consuming), I tripped too hard and had to isolate myself. Day 4 we fucked, throughout this time I couldn't tell her motives in that regard (mushrooms are confusing). Class starts but I can't care about it, I attend 2 of 7 or 8 sections the first week. I plot escape. Clare is an enigma, so similar to me that I cannot believe it as I watch her unfold, inventing all kinds of conspiracies to explain why we harmonise so wholly. We experience each other so directly that it feels unnatural, and she tells me these same things. Although I've avoided all parts of campus life--the people are stereotypical, the academia boring--countless characters have drifted through our little 4-roomed apartment, on weekends and intervals between we entertain 8 or 12 people, whiskey sours and passing around SSBM controllers, bongs, hookah hoses. K-2 becomes a minor sensation* (the headshop 3 blocks away sells it) and there's usually a visibly cloudy smog of sweet incense-smelling K-2 and heavy weed fug hanging in the air. These 10 days I've lost everything and found it again, barely stopping for a second to think about how things are adding up. I only want more.
*I don't vouch for it, it gets you high but not comprehensively stoned, I haven't bought any since I smoke my profit from 'organic k-2'
I get the sense that nothing interesting happens here. It seems pretty placid.
whoa, you're in Dinkytown? that's awesome. i'd love to be part of that atmosphere. i imagine it's not quite like the Dinkytown of Dylan's day, but still.
why won't you bring felt along
Quote from: Quis sum? on September 11, 2010, 05:11:24 PM
I get the sense that nothing interesting happens here. It seems pretty placid.
not in the actual campus community, but if you find the awesome black holes where those who can't be fooled congregate, there's always something happening.
Quote from: Lain on September 11, 2010, 05:11:46 PM
whoa, you're in Dinkytown? that's awesome. i'd love to be part of that atmosphere. i imagine it's not quite like the Dinkytown of Dylan's day, but still.
Parking sucks but it's a good neighborhood. I feel inspired because I walk past the "Dylan Dinkytown 4th St" mural thing errday
DINKYTOWN
LMAO
Quote from: Travis on September 11, 2010, 05:22:39 PM
DINKYTOWN
LMAO
it's not
that funny doodthing;
but it is pretty silly
i know doodthing;
Last night I got drunk and cuddled and held hands with a super cute girl giggle;
GUYS GUYS
DINKYTOWN
Norfolk. GET IT?
i just hit a mosnter rip from a bong and i don't know what the hell is going on in this thread
(http://imgur.com/O4TCS.jpg)
Nice giant glasses!
my cheap-o wayfarers? they're aight it makes it not so bright in here
quite fitting, mongly, because you look like dylan in his younger days
Isn't K2 that shit these kiddos are smoking and dying from these days? n_u
Or is that Cloud 9
Quote from: Crispix on September 11, 2010, 10:13:06 PM
Isn't K2 that shit these kiddos are smoking and dying from these days? n_u
Or is that Cloud 9
who the fuck is smoking enough k-2 to die? its so gross i could hardly get through the 3 gram pack i bought.
last night more random people came over. we bought 14-16g of K-2 (some various blends) and smoked all of it in about 30 bong loads. it was fucking ridiculous. I'm sticking to tea unless it's unavailable though
i did recently purchase and use that incense/K-2 compound. despite some intriguing characteristics, i was not really moved one way or the other over it--it's a tolerable filler. glad to hear your escapades are as expansive and consuming as ever, though. and i must say, it would be somewhat remarkable if there's no catch to this enigmatic 'Claire'.
Here's my place, there's another bedroom off the living room which I didn't photograph
(http://boyah.net/wziard/apt%201.jpg)
(http://boyah.net/wziard/apt%202.jpg)
(http://boyah.net/wziard/apt%203.jpg)
(http://boyah.net/wziard/apt%204.jpg)
(http://boyah.net/wziard/apt%205.jpg)
(http://boyah.net/wziard/apt%206.jpg)
i expected a nicer tv, but it kind of seems fitting
also i like your frances the mute poster
you didn't strike me as one who would own a NES
or is it one of your roommate's?
It looks so cozy! n_n
Quote from: wziard on September 11, 2010, 05:07:52 PM
Hello, Boyah, it's been too long. Yesterday Qwest finally connected our Internet and today I've used my PC for the first time in 10 days. Since moving in here (Dinkytown, Minneapolis) on the 1st I've experienced a whirlwind, the setting not unlike a Beat novel with maniacs coming and going, crazy love unfolding, and a general thirst for life, dub and Dylan continually on those Technics I bought. On the 2nd I met Clare, one of our upstairs neighbors, and did mushrooms with her that night. Together we powered a 'universal cuddle' in my living room that touched the divine. The next day we boomed again, I took her to some nice woods in the suburbs, we connect. Day 3 of Clare we finished the mushrooms (went through 1.5oz selling and consuming), I tripped too hard and had to isolate myself. Day 4 we fucked, throughout this time I couldn't tell her motives in that regard (mushrooms are confusing). Class starts but I can't care about it, I attend 2 of 7 or 8 sections the first week. I plot escape. Clare is an enigma, so similar to me that I cannot believe it as I watch her unfold, inventing all kinds of conspiracies to explain why we harmonise so wholly. We experience each other so directly that it feels unnatural, and she tells me these same things. Although I've avoided all parts of campus life--the people are stereotypical, the academia boring--countless characters have drifted through our little 4-roomed apartment, on weekends and intervals between we entertain 8 or 12 people, whiskey sours and passing around SSBM controllers, bongs, hookah hoses. K-2 becomes a minor sensation* (the headshop 3 blocks away sells it) and there's usually a visibly cloudy smog of sweet incense-smelling K-2 and heavy weed fug hanging in the air. These 10 days I've lost everything and found it again, barely stopping for a second to think about how things are adding up. I only want more.
*I don't vouch for it, it gets you high but not comprehensively stoned, I haven't bought any since I smoke my profit from 'organic k-2'
I assumed something similar had happened. Is Mike living there still? I thought his parents pulled a shitter on him after the found out about everything before?
Holy shit snorkel I love your place :3
Quote from: Lain on September 12, 2010, 07:25:48 PM
you didn't strike me as one who would own a NES
or is it one of your roommate's?
ITS RETRO MAN! THATS WHATS HIP!
i like the color tones in u house
faded white and brown m yes
Quote from: Lain on September 13, 2010, 04:13:28 PM
i'm hip as fuck then
Not if you don't take polaroid pictures or recolor your photos in photoshop with curves to add green and blue.
Quote from: applesauce on September 12, 2010, 08:36:10 PM
I assumed something similar had happened. Is Mike living there still? I thought his parents pulled a shitter on him after the found out about everything before?
Yeah nothing crazy is happening, we're sustaining ourselves well