viral malaise - Monday March 29 1999    

(content by HoLoMoS CoPpErToNe) here another entry; To all you recreational consumer's of robo tussin DM here is a neat way to extract the magic party favor (dextromathorphan) from the ubiquitous syrup . ( the drinking is the worst part of the tussin experience) you will need to make a trip to the drug store to get the tussin while there pick up some red devil lye, a bottle of ronsonal lighter fluid, a box of large ziplock plastic bags, one smooth sided ceramic bowl, a gallon of destilled water, an empty two liter bottle will also be needed. pour the syrup into the two liter, fill a glass water tumbler with the deminerlized water add lye stir it in until keep adding lye until the mixture remains cloudy pour into the two litre containing the syrup (8 ounce size) shake for a few minutes then add the entire (small)bottle of lighter fluid shake for five minutes let stand until layers separate at this point the drug has migrated into the solvent (lighter fluid) gently pour into ziplock nip off a scorner of the bag and allow the syrup to drain out keep the lighter fluid later pour it into ceramic bowl let evaporate (the evaporation may be hastened with a hair dryer mounted above the bowl set on low /cool. after all the lighter fluid evaporates scrape the remaining white crystals out of the bowl you should have about a half gram of white crystalline powder put in gel-cap and enjoy, the trip is much better than the syrup,cleaner,stronger,of longer duration. oh and you may want to check out Salvia divinorum a very powerful LEGAL hallucinogenic plant. P.S.someone sent me an e-mail saying that the Gus was in the fat Elvis stage, ouch! I here the mail I've sent has sparked a debate the Gus private e-mail I would like to read what is being said so if you could see fit to let me in on the going's on of the debate as it unfolds I would surly dig it Holomos@hotmail.com PS here is a neat low impact self defense tactic if you are getting harassed by jerks super glue! they make super glue in a neat syringe style craft applicator simply squirt it in the face of your antagonist and when they instinctivly go to wipe off there face there hands get glued to there face, neat huh? well later every body viva revolution holomos (a poem to Kim) this familiarity most likely springs from archetypical presence. perhaps before the wings were shorn before the rift the fall the war maybe souls don't die perhaps you continue as do I I resonate through the why doubtless the answers we'll never find do you send your dreams up to the sky did you ever wonder why through the potential currents of our lives perhaps there was a time out in the free and clear a face before we were here eternal and sublime before the selfish crime now were chained to this time of promethien design and now far or near through circumstances queer we make our selves known in our dreams of our home we make believe to gather to ascend your secret circle of old friends upon whom does it depend , will you wear your wings again will you call out angel names will we hold our memories across the darkness that's to be across the silent fearful sea never worry never fear don't doubt that we'll be there hard to say from where familiarity springs I am often left to ponder, I have traveled through the last ten years perhaps our paths crossed, who knows be well ,good days Holomos as a passing amusement I have thought of fucking you thanks for the picture (Kim actually imagined that I'd written this poem, but no.)

Kim called me in a panic while I was at work today. She'd just accused a poor Czech immigrant cashier woman of stealing money from a purse left in her care, and was wondering if perhaps the money was with me. It was. I'd discovered the wad of bills, Kim's massage tip money, when I reached into my pocket to pay for my lunchtime Kung-Pow Chicken at Pick Up Sticks in Mission Valley.

All day I felt frustrated with my work. It wasn't giving me any satisfaction or pleasure, things I've come to expect. And when I got home I didn't think my writing was any good either. The world sucked for some reason and I just wanted to go to bed. I didn't know it at the time, but I was getting sick. Viruses were multiplying and dividing in my body, infiltrating my cells and subverting their machinery to manufacture more viruses. I was only catching a cold, but the subtle effects of the disease on my emotions and mentality had completely ruined my ability to enjoy the day.

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