sufi
lala
yeah, me and my pal ziad just assemebled a gigantic polytunnel so 2022 inshallah we're gonna have a bumper crop
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Cat Malogen
no idea, probably the eggnog
you can decarb in butter and oils, same binding action for both but the latter is lighter calories (olive>coconut). decarbed flower is a lighter smoke with much higher activated %. If you only consume about a fifth of a joint overall, waste being unacceptable has merits. It costs to waste
decarb in an oven (delicate initially) in a sealed mason jar, varies around 240 degrees for 40-60mins = more options. Tinctures are my favourite. Stacks of usage/refining basics and you can dial up the ethanol balance within tolerance thresholds, or go full cape fear and lob cbd/cbg isolate in for flavour
Everclear grain alcohol/Spirytus voddy (all food grade), 10g’s in 100ml starter, coffee filters, a few glass mason jars, anywhere from 15mins to 6-8 days depending on temperature. You’re in freezing area, lower temperature = much better extraction. Have a look at quick wash ethanol extract, full extract oils can be made from minimum fuss
This is not a post endorsing patchouli or tie-die, all of the above can be done with ginger and turmeric. Steep like a marine, too many poitin casualties so it’s harm reduction but with the potential to open up the valve too
Got stoned again at the weekend in the lakes and I was thinking about how culture is like fire extinguishers and its all thick foam, then splutters, then it's just air.
I think it's cos I was watching a clip from peep show with fire extinguishers.
Not a a very good one there.
I think it's cos I was watching a clip from peep show with fire extinguishers.
Not a a very good one there.
linebaugh
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I think it's almost there
WashYourHands
Cat Malogen
Hecate said I’m being watched in a dream. Look out on the road, no-one there
WashYourHands
Cat Malogen
burger be nice
the standard of English rugby is uncomfortably good at club level currently, world cup winners if Eddie picks etc blah
burger be nice
burger be disappointment too, be honest
yes, thing is I can’t be fucked with cooking and the brood are away, treat yourself
curry!
chinese!
KEBAB OF UNKNOWN PROVENANCE AND CHIPS!
PIZZA!
BURGER AND PIZZA!
whose voice is that?
whose voice?
your voice
me?
yeah, you
i think I’m dissociating
pussy
the standard of English rugby is uncomfortably good at club level currently, world cup winners if Eddie picks etc blah
burger be nice
burger be disappointment too, be honest
yes, thing is I can’t be fucked with cooking and the brood are away, treat yourself
curry!
chinese!
KEBAB OF UNKNOWN PROVENANCE AND CHIPS!
PIZZA!
BURGER AND PIZZA!
whose voice is that?
whose voice?
your voice
me?
yeah, you
i think I’m dissociating
pussy
WashYourHands
Cat Malogen
It’s awe inspiring seeing what people can recover from but you can’t recover from being fatally shot - unsaid to cousin on phone
gold bars
gold bars
gold bars
gold bars
gold bars
gold bars
Clinamenic
Binary & Tweed
Is this the fabled lost chapter of Ulysses, Bloom's fever dream of bouncing around an urban food court several decades in the future?
WashYourHands
Cat Malogen
is Space Nature?
so many threads on 'outer space' in the 'nature' subsection. so it ought to be asked: is space nature
www.dissensus.com
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Cat Malogen
Saved from last night
“the flavours, the flavours” like Colonel Kurtz, maybe just a few bottles, add to cart
www.masterofmalt.com
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“the flavours, the flavours” like Colonel Kurtz, maybe just a few bottles, add to cart
Butterscotch & Vanilla & Toast & A Generation 30 Year Old Whisky
Love yourself some well-matured grain whisky and maybe too many ampersands?
www.masterofmalt.com
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WashYourHands
Cat Malogen
New Amazon Alexa feature will creepily mimic dead loved one's voices
It's like an episode of "Black Mirror"mashable.com
Alexa, speak +Dad+
+Dad+
Jesus christ son, full of prods here. Loads of em, worse than Harland and Wolff. No real craic, no Popes, tons of Huns. They whisper about a covenant with the divil. Jesuits, apparently, are in league with inter dimensional, non-corporeal intelligences. Sounds like English provocation and plotting agin, usual no bollocks people. Didn’t I warn you about their subterfuge enough times over bubble-&-squeak, fksake
How’s your Ma and the brood? Good to know, I worry about her, how can I not. She visits regular up the plot but I can’t hear her through the soil. Strong woman, a Brit retiring to the Ardoyne. Swear she spoke Welsh with her lot whenever they got together so I couldn’t understand their teasing. Ce mhéad slam mór a théann siad ar aghaidh agus ar fud agus ní féidir leo canadh cosúil linne, áit ar bith in aice right enough
How’s Brexit? Covid? Fat bollocks Boris AND the DUP? AGIN? Savages. Should all be put down, humanely of course. Get a fry on. Farls, butter, no marg and rusk shite like we get here. You’d think He’d clocked fats after creatinevrything. And strong black tea, no decent brews here. And radio4. And where’s the craytur? The wee fella? Fucker chewed my copy of In a Silent Way, knew it was him or your mother drunk rightly
No pints anywhere here. No pool table. No darts. No shove ‘apenny. Not even a quiz. Well, there was a quiz but because we’ve transcended history - a domain outside time - the English cheated agin by casting diabolical agencies into your world to get the answers. He subsequently evicted a few downstairs permanently for their cheating japes, never enough for what they did to Ireland as you well know
WashYourHands
Cat Malogen
Alexa, pause
.....No tv or mobiles to see the Old Firm. No away days at Easter Rd for Hibs or even them waste Jambos. Miss the old man and away days at the football, don’t you. Admit it. No windows either here. Genuinely threw me initially, like living in London except for His whatsit’s omnipotent light bearing down on everyone and everything. We don’t sleep, you see. He overdoes it. Think He might be bipolar. All or nothing. Grumpy. Sulks and strops. Come down for breakfast, fridge covered in fluro post-its about milk theft. Cunt can turn water into wine any moment he pleases, see where I’m coming from. Tight AND a booze-hound, definitely a closet Calvinist but He won’t tell anyone for fear of dividing the faiths. Madness. Sound familiar?
How’s the Hoops? No-one here is interested in titles, Lisbon 67, Lennon squaring up to McCoisht, Gers going into administration or England losing to Iceland. Iceland. Too funny, still. Youse should find a bottle of tyrconnell under the bureau, a dram each quick, you can’t be late with the admin prefects. Tedious rules, no cunt mentions the litter problems, so break your rule for a swig. Go on yourself. Cheers! Another, be rude not to
Anyway, I’m away now agin. Keep an eye on everyone, specially your aunt Sissy. Never got over Patsy’s death in Strabane. Shame, waste of a brain. And your sister’s excuse of a husband. You have my express permission to lean exceptionally heavily on that wee excuse of a cunt any time any way you see fit. He’ll fold, watch. Keep at it, no-one’s going to do it for you. Put on Ssssh Peaceful or Pharaoh S. Fist bump? Cat malogen planet, gone to shite, taxi.....
.....No tv or mobiles to see the Old Firm. No away days at Easter Rd for Hibs or even them waste Jambos. Miss the old man and away days at the football, don’t you. Admit it. No windows either here. Genuinely threw me initially, like living in London except for His whatsit’s omnipotent light bearing down on everyone and everything. We don’t sleep, you see. He overdoes it. Think He might be bipolar. All or nothing. Grumpy. Sulks and strops. Come down for breakfast, fridge covered in fluro post-its about milk theft. Cunt can turn water into wine any moment he pleases, see where I’m coming from. Tight AND a booze-hound, definitely a closet Calvinist but He won’t tell anyone for fear of dividing the faiths. Madness. Sound familiar?
How’s the Hoops? No-one here is interested in titles, Lisbon 67, Lennon squaring up to McCoisht, Gers going into administration or England losing to Iceland. Iceland. Too funny, still. Youse should find a bottle of tyrconnell under the bureau, a dram each quick, you can’t be late with the admin prefects. Tedious rules, no cunt mentions the litter problems, so break your rule for a swig. Go on yourself. Cheers! Another, be rude not to
Anyway, I’m away now agin. Keep an eye on everyone, specially your aunt Sissy. Never got over Patsy’s death in Strabane. Shame, waste of a brain. And your sister’s excuse of a husband. You have my express permission to lean exceptionally heavily on that wee excuse of a cunt any time any way you see fit. He’ll fold, watch. Keep at it, no-one’s going to do it for you. Put on Ssssh Peaceful or Pharaoh S. Fist bump? Cat malogen planet, gone to shite, taxi.....
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WashYourHands
Cat Malogen
Sometimes a dead soul’s echoes run like algorithms that, occasionally, you can hear clearly and listen to, even dialogue with
Terms like channel only quarter-capture the effect of your frontal cortex memory bank becoming momentarily autonomous in creating any internal monologue you might have with a deceased loved one and the algorithmic knock on effects
‘it’s good to talk’
Terms like channel only quarter-capture the effect of your frontal cortex memory bank becoming momentarily autonomous in creating any internal monologue you might have with a deceased loved one and the algorithmic knock on effects
‘it’s good to talk’
WashYourHands
Cat Malogen
Stay with me lads, these night shifts are brutal
pattycakes_
Can turn naughty
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