Psychedelic

Psychedelic Mushrooms

For millennia, Psychedelic or hallucinogenic mushrooms have figured in society, culture and religion. There are more than 180 species of mushrooms which contain the psychedelics Psilocybin or Psilocin.
They have a long history of use in Mexico and tribal societies and are currently one of the most popular and commonly available natural psychedelics. Psilocybin and Psilocin are the psychoactive ingredients responsible for the hallucinatory state or “trip” the user experiences some twenty minutes after consuming the mushrooms.
The effect of which is similar to that of LSD but shorter lived and will be outlined in the LSD section.
Some of these “Magic Mushrooms”, are actually more poisonous than they are hallucinogenic, great care must be taken to pick the correct types. In fact it is a rule of thumb with users that you should never pick them without being accompanied by someone who has picked them before. In the United Kingdom, taking or possessing ‘shrooms, is legal, but preparing them including drying them or selling them is an offense under the misuse of drugs act. The Netherlands, in recent years, has made the possession of Magic Mushrooms totally illegal, which may surprise people who are aware of its relaxed laws on Cannabis. Magic Mushrooms can be dried, eaten fresh, cooked or boiled into a “tea”


LSD

LSD (Lysergic Acid Diethylamide) is possibly the most powerful hallucinogenic drug known. It was discovered in 1938 by Albert Hoffman a Swiss chemist, whose actual purpose was to find a cure for the common cold. It has had a checkered history to say the least. Iconic public figures have, in the past, advocated its use: Hunter S Thompson, The Beatles, and Timothy Leary being notable advocates.
After 1-2 hours of ingesting the drug, visual awareness is heightened, sounds become enhanced, emotions and physical sensations are altered. The user’s sense of self and its interaction with people or objects, their concept of reality is generally brought to question. Strange visual stimuli, that may or may not be comforting or frightening overwhelm the user, there is a real risk of irrational fear taking over, paranoia, confusion or panic. Equally, some people have apparently wonderful experiences with none of these symptoms.

The most popular of all recreational drugs, Cannabis, or Marijuana, Grass, Hemp, Weed, Pot, Hash, Dope or a variety of regional names has been cultivated for thousands of years. Derived in various forms from the Cannabis plants Cannabis Indica or Cannabis Sativa, it is native to central Asia but its cultivation and use is global. It is a Psychoactive and a Psychedelic. It can be smoked as leaves or flower buds, it can be ground down to isolate the crystallized sap and then pressed into a solid, or the resin extracted by collection via contact with the sticky plant parts.
The effects are fairly immediate, a slightly drunken but euphoric sensation, it can be mild or strong according to the method of delivery and the strength and quantity of the dose. It is not generally debilitating unless as with anything else it is taken to excess, and it can cause some mental confusion that is mostly temporary.

Drăguţ, nu?

Go Architecture...

Am găsit un post la un articol, sau ceva de genul ăsta...

I'm a Architecture student, so it is really common for me to stay awake for 3-4 days and working, and there are rummors in my university that some students have gone crazy from the stress, I personally start feeling sick after 2 days, after 3 I start having memory lapses and hallucinations but thats life, sleep or work. I take 2 cafeine aspirins and a coke, that really makes you wake up (don't try that at home) but I've done a small research about this and many documents I read and some doctors I asked say you can't die from lack of sleep, you will pass out before dying, and your body will fall asleep no matter what after some days (depending on your resistance) so, don't freak out, you won't die of lack of sleep unless of course you go for a walk and you get hit by a bus in your stand by state... anyway, try to sleep at least 6 hours. XOXO.


Drăguţ, nu?
So, cum se spune pe la noi: No food, no sex, no sleep. Go Architecture!
(ps. am completat eu formula de nevoi primare, căci "noi" e mai cnalizat)

Poezie...

My name is Plate-a.
People eat off of me.
Sometimes.
Sometimes they eat saucy meals.
I usually sit in the china spot of the house.
I am a precious porcelain.
Sometimes people eat off of me.
I love sauce. Hot, not hot, dripping, tasty...

My name is.
I like to eat.
But more I like to drink.
I like to eat icecream
I scream, you scream, we all scream for Icecream...

Bucharest

This is not my home town, but I feel closer to it than to the actual one.
I find myself unsure of finding a definition for Bucharest, I prefer just the naming of the, The Big City.
Most people I know (or just people that I had heard talking) think badly of Bucharest. I think they are rather used with small towns, with a concealed way of life. In a large city, that sustains over two millions, it is rather hard.
Everything becomes public, but in a colder way, because you are forced to share the space with a large number of people, strangers, that you will probably never meet.
As I said, I was not born or even raised as a child here, but I see things differently.
Usually people complain about how crowded it is – on the sidewalk, but also on road, how there is no parking space, about the lack of green spaces, the homeless people, thieves.
Of course, this is just a small fracture of the whole problem.
But you have to look at them from different angles: most of them are universal problems. Just think of the busy, swarming streets of New York, the packed up cars from Paris, or at the fact there are one billion people on the planet who lack adequate housing, while around 100 million have no housing whatsoever.
So, who are we to judge this one city?
When I think about Bucharest, I see a lot of potential. And I am not a hypocrite, neither am I a overly optimistic person. It annoyes me that surroundings are dominated by concreet and not grass, and most of that concrete buidings need restoration – either apartment buidings or museums.
But a city means more than streets, buidings, parks, and so on. A city is a live organism, people can be seen as cells, at least from a personal point of view.
So a city is as beautiful as their inhabitants alow it to be.
As I said, I think this is a city with high potential, with a misunderstood beauty and latent greatness. I find everyday life, with it’s ups and downs, with fancy streets and bad smells, everything that surrounds us very beautiful, even if at first sight it might apear unpleasent or even disgusting.
There are many cities or towns I have visited, but I cannot say that I linked with any of them, no matter how much they impressed me, mostly through (regardless of the fact that now I am a architect student).
Remarking for Bucharest I find it’s eclecticism, the lack of a single whole – even in the old city (comparing with Sibiu, at least).
I cannot and will not say that the way I look at architecture is revolving around Bucharest, it would be a lie.
The iconic image of the big city is given by some of it’s imposing buildings, but also by some of it’s worst.
The first ones are more emblems of respect for the past, not as much sources of inspiration, and the second category is obviously a emblem of “never do this, never”.

I must say Bucharest is a wonderful town, but it lacks in people to make it shine.

Viata poate fi frumoasa.

We've been waiting all our lives for things we've always had, but have no eyes to see. Something new is going to happen, the most natural thing, but nothing we'd expect.
We take the good and bad and make the best of it.

Have you watched the cities move? Does nature fall before this age of industry?

You've been good to me, have I been good to you?

There is no place I am going

There is not such thing as a story. When a guy comes to you and says “Let me tell you a story”, it’s clear that every thing that goes out his mouth is, even if fake or false, a fact.
if it’s a STORY about him (true or not) or about an imaginary friend (not hypothetical), that STORY is just a fact after an other. those exact things did happened at least once in the human evolution – so by this, they are facts.
A story is more of a document with historical information, really.
the story teller.

A new guy's in town

you just moved in this new place.
you are the complete stranger, an outsider.
you don't know the habits, the environment, not even the language. so you mainly communicate by signs.
nobody tries to understand you, so this is a one man fight.
you start to learn. day by day your vocabulary grows, bigger and better.
so you start to believe you are one of them, but then you see their real nature: they're mean, fake, salvage, cold..cold to the f-ing bones!
you wake up and watch for a second the light traffic of the night. you close your eyes and jump
[it's better there than here, anyway]

Post orgasmic chill

you feel old. not mentally, because you really are more of a ten years old than a twenty six, but your body wearies ..
every bad thing you do leaves a mark on you. and you have to wear it your whole life, because it won't disappear..
and by now you are covered with such signs.. they are all over you body from head to toe.. new ones make it even worse.
you had thoughts of turning on the good side for a change, but the bad side keeps you going, even though you can never tell for how long.
you don't even have a plan either; you have no clue where you're going.. just a mild idea for a life, but you don't know how to pull off the great ending.
and you woke up in the middle of the night missing that someone who isn't there next to you, not knowing what to do.. or anything at all..
but, with all strenght left, you go back to bed and dream again about your death.