u/roadhouse4169

You put me in a subway here’s what I’d do: foot long spicy Italian on flatbread. Add grilled chicken, provolone cheese, toasted. Toss on some oil and vinegar and salt and pepper and mustard. Wrap it. Sandwich 2 is a footlong meatball on Italian herbs and cheese again with provolone

No drink, no chips, no cookie.

If you’re not eating 2 foot long subs, you’re wasting my time

Hey amigos. Thisll probably sound dumb but hear me out. I am currently waiting for my jar of ethyl acetate to fully salt out its mescaline fumarate in preparation for a music festival in a couple weeks for personal use. I am kinda shitting bricks because the festival is, at this point, soon. And I am really wondering if I'll have enough product or if I ought to go hack up another cactus to dry it out and otherwise extract it before my little music festival.

The cactus I extracted was about 18 inches (350g powdered) of a PC I got on marketplace. I imagine I already have the 250-300mg that I want, but I really don't know what 300mg of mescaline fumarate looks like. If, say, I only have 100mg of usable product, I need to go hack that other cactus up right now and get it dried ASAP. If, however, I have an amount that resembles 500mg, then sweet don't even worry about it I'll let the cactus keep growing until Im ready to harvest it.

So yeah I'm really hoping someone reading this says the following statement to themselves verbatim "shit dude I've got a picture of the last time I extracted mescaline, as well as a single 300mg dose of mescaline fumarate." I would then go on to hope that you posted those pictures, or similar

Here's GOS coordinates within a couple miles of where we would have been that night. Mind you, this was many years ago so I don't remember exactly where it was but this is pretty close 36.901923,-108.053369

Anyway: years ago my group was being checked out by a Bigfoot near Aztec, new mexico. I was there with my buddy, Big Jones and a small group of other people. Of note, this group included Spicy Mike and Hot Betty. Big jones and spicy Mike were both romantically/sexually interested in hot Betty. They were basically both competing over hit Betty's attention. So they were both definitely enemies. Relevant

Well we were out in the desert having a bonfire and just hanging out. It was very much dark/night time. And at one point, everyone in the group heard some stuff rusting close by. Big Jones and Spicy Mike were the only ones already facing the f direction that the noise was coming from. And these two sworn enemies who had been at each other's throats all night finally agreed on one thing: they both saw a 7+ foot tall black humanoid figure , perhaps 20-30 feet from us. Just walking by. It quickly disappeared back into the darkness.

I know this story doesn't really lack any basis to argue it's truth. I'm not even the guy who saw it, I was just next to the guys that saw it. It's not even a matter of believing me, it's a matter of you believing me believing someone else.

Mark my words though, it was real. You could see real fear in the faces of big Jones and Spicy Mike. They both had goosebumps. They both had no reason or benefit to make up a story about seeing a Bigfoot and looking scared in front of hot Betty. Even just writing this, I am getting goosebumps. Being there, you could tell energetically that a Bigfoot just walked by

What the fuck is big foot?

Hello friends. I bought a cheap Chinese android tablet on eBay a few months ago. It's definitely low end, but generally works well enough for my use case.

I was away from home for a few days (I left my tablet at home). When I returned, I noticed it had shut off. I figured it was a dead battery, so I put it on the charger. And when it turned the screen on to Indicate that it was charging, it showed an error message which says

"dn-verity corruption

Your device is corrupt

It can't be trusted and may not work properly

Press the power button to continue

Or, device will power off in 5s"

I tried factory resetting it which did not fix the error message.

However, repeatedly pressing the power button does allow it to boot on all the way and it seems to work without issue.

Is this a problem? Should I just let it be?

Hey all. My brother is 37. I'm a 31 year old dude.

My brother has always been a bully. He's always really enjoyed getting under my skin, as well as my sister (she's currently 34).

I've always hated my brother and never wanted anything to do with him. I don't have time to hang out with a bully like him. My mom and dad have always tried to paint me like the bad guy for cutting him out of my life. "You know he's your family and after your dad and I are gone, it'll be just you guys."

I understand my parents wishes. And last year I even apologized to my brother for cutting him out, and then in tired him to be a part of my life again.

2 years ago my mom got diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. And as of last week, she is at home on her death bed. It's been hard on everyone. Immediately before that, she was taken to the hospital where they said her body is simply shutting down.

Right before that, my brother called my stepdad (my mom's husband). Called him a faggot, said he should have been doing more for mom, and said he would choke him to death.

Well my brother came to the hospital to see my mom before she passes. He was nice at first, even though his crying seemed a little bit excessive and very "showy" if that makes sense. We cried together, I consoled him, the works. And as we left that night, he grabbed my neck. It wasn't necessarily an aggressive grab. But given my history with him, it made me uncomfortable. I wanted to say "don't put your hand on my neck" but decided to let him just have his moment of grief.

We went back to the hospital the next day. And I wasn't there for this part, but I guess he started verbally abusing the nurses, calling them bitch and cunt. They called security who let him stay. And the "crying the loudest in the room" behavior continued.

Well we took my mom home the next day so she could die in peace. And we had hospice nurses at our house to help us help our mom.

And I'm not sure what started this, but my brother started arguing with this home hospice nurse. My sister suggested they "take it outside" so as to not disturb my dying mother. And, a couple minutes later, my sister came inside to tell my brothers girlfriendnto "come get him".

I walked outside and saw my brother arguing with my family. My sister told him to stop fighting everyone and my brother then lunged at my sister, but was held back by our family. He then was walked away from my sister and started arguing with my stepdad.

At this point, everyone was telling him to leave so his girlfriend drove him away. As they were pulling out of the driveway, my brother says to my sister "have fun". So I said to my brother "you too"

My brother then says "I wasn't talking to you, bitch". So I laughed. I laughed hard. I made sure he could see me laughing at him. And that made him even more angry. He nudged his girlfriend as if to say "are you seeing this shit??"

He's come back since then to see our dying mom. He hasn't been freaking out anymore. But hasn't said a word to me or my sister. He's been drinking a lot too.

I'm just glad that my brother finally snapped. Not because I wanted to stress my mom out. I'm glad because for years I hated my brother. I always felt like the jerk for cutting him out of my life. But now I got the reassurance I needed. My brother is full on batshit crazy. The whole "you guys are family you have to stick together" thing doesn't work anymore. My brother blew it.

My mom was really out of it when this happened, but she looked disappointed. I told my dad everything that happened and he's disappointed too. My sister says that our brother is dead to her.

And as for me? I see him just as a crybaby.

My mom's about to die, and I also just lost the brother I never had.

Whoopty-doo

Hello amigos. A couple weeks ago I posted a thread on here venting that my mom would probably be dying soon. Guess what little buddies, last week she got put on her deathbed. We took her to the hospital a week ago because of super low blood pressure and they basically told us her body is shutting down. We were there with her a couple days but elected to bring her home to die at home. She’s been home for close to a week now. And her condition just keeps getting worse.

The amount of morphine she’s been requesting has about doubled since she got home. She’s getting some sort of anti anxiety medication now as well, and her use of that has also gone up. She’s using a lot of edible marijuana now as well. Her mental state is becoming nonexistent as she medicates away all of her discomfort.

One of the last things my mom said to me, while she was sober enough to form coherent thoughts, was “I just want to die”. She said that in the hospital while pain and vomiting blood kept her up all night. She’s always said that if she ever became a vegetable, to take her off life support. She’s not technically a vegetable, and she’s definitely not of life support. But I have to wonder if she has any desire to keep living this way. I don’t think that she does. I think she’s just as soon deliberately overdose on her painkillers and die with some level of dignity and comfort.

But she’s too drugged up to ask for that or anything else. Her breathing is getting more labored. She developed pneumonia and the cough keeps getting more and more frequent. The disease is set to take her soon regardless of what we do.

25 months ago ago the doctors told her she had pancreatic cancer and 6-12 months left to live. And she’s been withering away ever since. In April of this year when I saw her, I asked myself “how much more withered away can she possibly get?”

It’s been fucking rough man. She’s a proud woman. Fiercely independent. Seeing her reduced to this is soul crushing. I’ve been helping change her diapers of helping the nurses give her a sponge bath. I’ve seen her naked, withered body genitalia, breasts, butt, everything. I’ve seen her cry in pain. I’ve seen her healthy body wither away to nothing. I’ve seen her ask for death. I’ve seen this disease take pieces of my mom away until there’s nothing left.

And now she lays on her deathbed. Still alive, if you can call it that. Her eyes and mouth remain ajar. She just lays there like that. Expressionless. I’d think she was already dead if I couldn’t see her chest moving under the blanket with each breath.

This is going to haunt me. It pains me so much to see her like this. It pains me to know she’s been fighting as hard as she could for the past 2 years, and all of us her family have been rallying around in support. And it’s just not enough anymore. She fought a good fight but we have gotten to the point where she must pass on.

Fuck dude

hello friends. my mouth has been a train wreck my entire life between canker sores and tonsil stones.

I just dug out a bunch of tonsil stones this morning, which I’ve had to periodically do for years. no big deal, just reach in with my middle finger and they generally come out pretty easy.

this morning I found a foreign body in there. something small. like a grain of sand or something. such relief to get it out. stoked

Hola!

Like a year ago Walmart had a linksys e7350 on clearance for 15 bucks. It's been sitting in its box ever since until today since I wanted to try to put openwrt on it

I followed the instructions, installed factory firmware and then attempted to install openwrt after that and it keeps failing

Any tips as to what I could do for to get it to install?

What the fuck!!!!

Thanks friends! You're all appreciated

Hello friends. I’ve microdosed in the past with the more standard protocol. 1 day on , 2 days off. I found it to be very effective, and it wasn’t long before I felt it did everything it needed to do. Then kinda stopped for years

Then, summer of last year, I got heat stroke. I had months of dizziness, headaches, nausea, difficulty speaking, impact on balance, anxiety, and a very significant shift on my grip on reality. Shit stopped feeling real. I was in crisis mode for I think 5 months. Very unpleasant

I quit smoking weed which didn’t make anything better. I was kindof at my wits end, I was seeing a therapist, and debating checking myself into a mental health institution. It was fucking ROUGH

Well, I decided to revisit microdosing at the end of last year, late December 2025. Holy shit. Everything became manageable. I stopped taking ibuprofen every day for headaches. I began feeling real again. Anxiety dropped immensely. Dizziness mostly gone. Still a bit harder to speak but it’s manageable.

I saw several doctors who basically just wrote me off entirely. They wanted to put me on SSRI’s, which I will never take. Another doctor tried to say I had a UTI and prescribed me antibiotics (the test showed no UTI)

I’m not looking for medical advice. I know you aren’t doctor. I’m just looking I guess to vent and share my experience.

Mushrooms gave me my life back in a very literal sense. All the heat stroke symptoms lasted for MONTHS and nobody seemed to believe me. My family, doctors, coworkers, friends, everyone seemed to completely disregard the fact that I got heat stroke and everyone seemed to think I just randomly turned toxic overnight.

I lost faith in the medical system years ago. And this whole heat stroke thing kindof solidified that. I’ve tried NOT taking mushrooms several times this year. And it doesn’t work. The headaches and dizziness and anxiety and loss of reality come right back. So against the recommendation of EVERYONE, I have been microdosing daily (sometimes twice daily) since late last year.

Fuck yeah

Hey amigos. Semi experienced phychonaut here. Basically I've only ever done mushrooms. To be fair, I've tried LSA (Hawaiian baby wood rose seeds) and salvia, but I'm not sure I ought to count those for the sake of this

ANYWAY

I am currently in the process of making cactus powder. Should be something like 200 grams of it before it's done. I will then follow Cielo tek to extract it. For what it's worth, I am not intending on taking a large done when it's all said and done. Perhaps 200mg.

Anyway, I know the psychedelic experience is nearly impossible to put into language. But can we at least try?

On mushrooms, it's like my brain sort of shuts off. Pretty much can't talk, can barely think, vision starts to distort, I'll see some patterns, yadda yadda. If youve done mushrooms, there's a good chance you know what I'm talking about.

How does mescaline compare in your experience? I've read that it's less of a mind trip. Would it be easier to talk to people? Do you lose your ability to think like on mushrooms?

Thanks all. I've wanted to try mescaline for over a decade.

For what it's worth also, I have a bunch of cacti growing currently. I'm hoping that by next year Ill have a shitload of cactus ready to powderize and extract, and hopefully have a lifetime supply of mescaline. Responsible growing FTW!!