I would have guessed that was a Puma logo.

IKR? But yeah, nah, tattoo machines are basically a motor that pumps the needle up and down, and you have to dip it in ink to transfer it into the skin.

The opposite of that is kinda how I thought tattoo machines worked as a kid- as in with hollow needles and an ink cartridge, like fountain pens, and each poke into the skin would deposit ink that way. I even ‘figured out’ that the tiny vacuum from pulling the needle out would be what pulled the ink down into the skin.

When I found out how tattoo machines actually worked, it seemed so messy (and loud!).

Wow, they really took their logo from sexy, fast and expensive looking, to looking like an over priced soft drink?

That’s impressive, haha.

So the new lady is going to get her own private bathroom? Hopefully she’s going to be the only one with keys for it, it’s going to get vandalised pretty quick otherwise.

That’s going to morph into ‘dva’ hella fast as that ‘t’ is clunky to pronounce.

Thank you!

Haha SO TRUE!

(does this mean we are friends now? ≽^•⩊•^≼)

Do the crackers get dipped in the wine?

We are basically cats.

Depending on where in the world your cave was, you could well have had access to ephedra plants.

Ephedra pollen was found in a 50,000 year old neanderthal grave in Kurdistan, and the plant grows in many other places all over the world too.

Ephedra plants are what the stimulant ephedrine is derived from, and drinking a tea brewed from the plant will have a stimulant effect and I’m pretty sure making an extra strong ephedra tea would have a stronger effect.

Also apparently Mormons drink a lot of it.

It’s evolving.

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.

Is that directed at me, or at other people reading this comment chain?

And why are you telling people to smoke crack? You are promoting suffering by doing this, and that is illogical and mean spirited when the rest of your comment is talking about reducing suffering by not procreating.

Are you arguing in bad faith here, or have you just not thought this through properly?

tolerated

I don’t think many women had a choice in the matter.

For a very long time we had a robust system of public violence that prevented a lot of this. Not all of it, but a lot.

That’s not as true as you want it to be, sadly.

People who abuse others tend to be very good at manipulating themselves into positions of power and authority in other ways too, and abusive people are often a product of the society and people they were raised by.

Conservative religious societies really aren’t historically (or currently) known for treating their women and children well, and before very recently, conservative and religious was the default everywhere.

Also you might not be old enough to know just how much more common and socially ignored child abuse used to be, even 30 years ago. Spousal abuse too. Women and children have only recently gotten legal rights in many western countries.

This is mostly copied over from my recent comments elsewhere, but it is very relevant here too.

By 2030 we are going to be 40% over capacity on fresh water resources globally. and 40% of arable land has already been depleted, and 95% will be by 2050.

And that’s just water and food.

Once arctic ice sheet coverage gets below 1,000,000 square kilometres, the planet will be absorbing more heat than it reflects and this is called a Blue Ocean Event.

The BOE will trigger the Clathrate Gun which will cause seabeds to rapidly realease fuck tons of methane, cooking the earth in it’s own atmosphere.

2024 Arctic sea ice likely reached its annual minimum extent of 4.28 million square kilometers.

Greenhouse gas emissions are still increasing and fuelled by climate change, the world’s oceans have broken temperature records every single day over the past year.

So it’s basically a race between whether the drought and famine kill us all first, or the BOE setting off the Clathrate Gun will.

Either way, it is unlikely the human race survives the century. Creating more people to suffer in this dying world, is stupid and cruel and is only going to speed up our demise.

8 days.

I was in my early 20’s and invincible and spent a week one summer bouncing about between clubs, house parties and outdoor raves, and taking a metric fuck ton of party drugs and psychedelics.

The week started with some really good exctasy at a nightclub (like REALLY good, the whole smoking area was basically a giant cuddle puddle in the photos), and then there was a lot of speed and drone/mkat at the various after parties.

We had rooftop ‘picnics’ (blankets, cushions, and drugs) watching stars and sunrises and having lots of beautiful, silly, fun moments at several different houses, and more picnics were had in the following days in gardens and one place had a pool.

There were outfit changes and showers at various points of amphetamine induced efficiency too. I lost my favourite tshirt (Cult, Love album) somewhere and we were all swapping/sharing clothes at one point for photos. (It probably found a good home where ever it ended up though and it’s part of party karma for all the various clothes I lost and acquired that year)

Mid week, someone came round selling DMT and I’m pretty sure I induced some kind of REM state by smoking a piece (see below if you want to know what that was like). I did a bunch of ketamine too after it wore off, so that probably also really helped, what with the semi-lucid visuals that induces.

On the 8th day, (I was the last original survivor of the core group, most had dropped off earlier in the week and come back though) I was feeling relatively fine all things considered, but admittedly by this point I had a music and various song lyrics looping in my head near continuously and in a more intense way than I normally do.

Then I thoughtlessly took a tab of acid at a night club we were at (wrong environment completely for me to take acid), and very quickly stopped having fun.

I remember feeling the lsd in my jaw and then feeling very paradoxically sober and overwhelmed (go autism, go) as everything was now too loud and people, and flashing lights and humidity.

I borrowed a friend’s keys and took the night bus back to their place as it was closest, and I remember really struggling to get the key to work in the lock of their house door. It had a pull push motion required to get the latches to flip while turning and I could not figure it out. Probably only took a few minutes but it felt like forever.

Eventually I think muscle memory kicked in and I got it. I woke up like 10 hours later as my friends were getting back from another club, for another afterparty at their house, and I went home.

That was a very fun year for me, and that week of awake is legendary, even if I do say so myself.

DMT, for anyone wondering what it’s like, was absolutely fucking incredible.

You get this like little clear sheet of resin that you have to smoke in a weed pipe, covered with and on a bed of ash, so as not to burn it.

Inhale deeply, hold it in for as long as you can, and then lie flat back and close your eyes to exhale.

The visual fractals upon the exhale are intense, eyes open or closed, you are floating in the matrix with them. It’s sorta like what you see when you push on your eyelids, but more fluid and sacred feeling, and your whole body feels like it is floating. It feels like this trippy visual part lasts hours too, but in reality it’s less than a minute.

You also get this beautiful feeling of pure oneness with everything and safety, and this grounded inner calm that lasts for weeks afterwards.

“the absolute worst fucking people on earth get away with everything.”

They always have done, we just get to hear about them more often now as outrage gets page views/ad revenue.

I couldn’t sleep, so crossposted it. Apologies if you had it queued.