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[Jul. 20th, 2006|08:15 pm]
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Mark & Bruce: This is a song about a great folk hero. Running
free...running free...running faggot. Running faggot running free;
see the faggot, see the running faggot, running faggot running free.
Running faggot (Scott): Howdy stripling.
Stripling (Kevin): Howdy....faggot.
RF: Well, what can I do for you?
Stripling: My puppy's hungry, I don't know what to do!
RF: Hm. Why not try feeding it puppy food?
Stripling: Good idea, faggot! Why don't you stick around and see the
results?
RF: Nope. Gotta be hitching a ride on the wind.
M&B: Running faggot running free; see the faggot he fed a puppy,
running faggot running free.
RF: Howdy, stranger.
Gunfighter (Dave): Good ta see ya, faggot.
RF: Well, what seems to be the problem?
Gunfighter: Well I'll let ya have it straight. We're surrounded on all side
by about 10,000 angry Indians, and it looks like there's only (pulls out
gun) one way out.
RF: Have you ever thought of talking to them?
M&B: Running faggot running; he stopped the carnage by gettin' folks a
talkin' 'stead just a sqawkin', sqawkin' and a gawkin', mockin' and a
rockin', running free.
Rednecks (Dave and Kevin): Yeeeeha! Walkin' talkin' stereotypes! Yeeeha!
Dave: Look what we got here...
Kevin: Got ourselves a pretty little faggot.
Dave: Guess we better beat on him.
Kevin: Guess so.
M&B: Running faggot, running free; see the faggot running from the
rednecks, running free. Run you faggot run you! Run you faggot run you!
Run you faggot running free.
Bruce: Godspeed through Texas, faggot.
Mark: Via con Dios, el Faggot. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2006|08:19 pm]
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The unfiltered juice of freshly squozen muffins. |
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| I Did Not Find Love... |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|08:20 pm]
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I'm gonna slow things down a bit.
Where was the love my horoscope promised? I have looked under my
mattress where I keep things, hidden. There was no love for me in the
corridors of power. I found no love in the bar. Just songs about love and
bourbon, lots of bourbon. There was no love in volunteer work, in "just
being myself." I found no love in bank line-ups, in the sports section of
my daily newspaper. I found no love in the Canadian praries, just farmers.
Farmers with their own problems, and used farm equipment. I did not find
love on the phone, just a network of the un-loved, with something called
"call waiting." I did not find love at Eaton Center, just bargain hunters,
bargain hunting. I found no love at the Karoake club, I think. See, I
couldn't make it inside. Noone needs love quite that badly. There was no
love in the VIP room of the Big Bop. Just me and a bowl of peanuts, and
Bryan Adams. I talked to the bowl of peanuts all night, if you know what I
mean. Would you believe I actually looked for love in the health food
store? There I only found women buying steroids disguised as sea kelp.
There was no love for me in the day care industry, just hard women dressed
in pink. I found no love at the antique market, just hopeless couples
muttering about the family unit, the family unit, the family- shut up. I
found no love in burning the bottom of my feet with Cigarellos. Just a
certain amount of artistic satisfaction. I found no love in the
hollowed-out belly of a dead elk. Just warmth, and quiet. But then the
questions: "Hey, why are you in the hollowed-out belly of a dead elk? Are
you in there because of love?" And always, "You know if you're homeless,
man, you cannot sleep there." There is no love in writing about love, only
a deadline. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2006|08:40 pm]
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Here's a "no brainer": Get a Rubbermaid bucket-shaped container which will fit in your microwave. Every step goes on in this one container. In the bottom put two cups of vermiclulite. Use a spatula to mix in enough distilled water to make the vermiclulite about as damp as it can be without feeling soggy (usually about a cup).The following dry ingredients can be added one at a time or mixed together. The idea is to coat the wet vermiculite particles with the dry powder as you stir the mix with the spatula. This sounds trivial but it makes all the difference.
Ingredients :
1/4 cup brown rice flour
1/2 teaspoon dextrose
500mg glycine
1/2 teaspoon oyster shell powder
1/2 teaspoon trace minerals (gypsum powder may work)
Where do you get this stuff? - All are available at health food stores. Dextrose is also available from wine making / beer brewing stores, or diabetic supply companies.
After the mix is made lightly tamp it down and cover this layer with 1/2" to 1" dry vermiculite. Microwave the bucket for 8 minutes with the top slightly off. Allow to cool -completely- in the microwave. (If you take it out and put the top on tight the top will get sucked in.) Now you're ready to innoculate.
I favor innoculation with mycelium water, but many have advocated spore water. Either one will work but mycelium water is much faster and has less chance of contamination. A large innoculation around the edges and several squirts in the middle (5-15cc) will get things going in a hurry.
Wrap the outside of the container to the level of the top of the vermiculite with aluminum foil. Set it on a shelf and forget it. Fruits will appear in the bucket in about three weeks (at 75 F). After the second flush squirt in another 50cc or so of water. Sometime these buckets flush for months. When it looks old and pooped drop in a sterilized cow patty and more water. Again you may get more flushes.
Fire Warning
Erowid received the following report in October, 2001:
Although I have tried the "Fast Food of the Gods" method for cultivation of mushrooms before, I recently had a problem when the material in the tub actually caught fire and burned the Tupperware it was in. I am sure this is rare, but given the differences in microwave power, it should be noted in the protocol that this can happen.
As far as I can tell the biggest difference between this experiment and previous work was that I used a larger grain vermiculite than I had previously. There was water in the mixture, but its possible that the large vermiculite did not hold as much, or that the size of the grains is more conducive to overheating.
Cultivators should be careful to monitor their microwaving so that the substrate doesn't dry out and to be very careful the first time using a new microwave.
After posting this, we received a report from a dutch mushroom grower with a great deal of experience who said that he had destroyed his microwave with this method. The originator of the article is not available to comment, but wetting the top layer of vermiculite before 'casing' with it might reduce the chance of dry-sparks. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2006|08:46 pm]
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i hope everyone's Ness trip went well.
mine did. :) |
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[Jul. 20th, 2006|09:55 pm]
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i knew you were an idiot when you told me that the only reason joe dick shot himself in the end of the movie was because billy tallent was leaving hardcore logo for jennifur. |
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| quote from "highway 61". (ps. don mckellar, you are god) |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|10:03 pm]
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Louise Watson: I'm going on tour this year until I get a record contract, then I'm going to make a video. Then they're going to make a video of us and we're going to be famous. Then Mommy's going to come back and live with us. And when I grow up I'm going to do solo projects and get married to someone famous but I'm not sure who exactly.
Mr. Skin (A.K.A. Satan): Who told you all this?
Louise Watson: My Daddy.
Mr. Skin a.k.a. Satan: You're Daddy's lying. None of this is going to happen. You know why? Because you're ugly. I'm sorry to say it, but you're an ugly little girl. Just ask anyone.
Louise Watson: My Daddy says that I'm pretty and when I grow up I'm going to be a beautiful lady.
Mr. Skin a.k.a. Satan: No. You're going to be an ugly lady. You'll probably be fat and work as a cashier and no one is going to want to marry you. You see, parents aren't allowed to tell the truth about certain things. Now don't cry. Don't be upset. I don't want to see you crying. You really want to be famous?
Louise Watson: Yes
Mr. Skin a.k.a. Satan: Well maybe I can help. Would you like that? I can make you pretty and all you have to do is sign your little name. Can you do that? |
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