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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby same on Mon Apr 30, 2012 7:57 pm

This drug can be fun. I've had some crazy coke-fueled nights I'll never forget.

But I can't seem to do it without combining it with lots of booze and cigarettes, and always feel the worst I've ever felt the next day.

Also, I hate how people are stingy with it. I hate those "coke rooms" at parties. I really couldn't care less if I'm on the coke room list or not, I just hate seeing people desperately clawing at the doors trying to get in. Coke makes people shady as fuck.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby numberthirty on Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:07 pm

same wrote:Coke makes people shady as fuck.


That's one to grow on.

I could also do without the large side of stupid that always goes hand in hand with coke.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby Brett Eugene Ralph on Mon Apr 30, 2012 9:20 pm

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:
Altamont Motel


Whatever’s in the center of the highway
mutates. In rapid succession,
the forms assumed: a doctor’s
black bag, a bomb, a chasm, and then
a prostrate baby bear.

When he’s finished swerving
and shouting, he finally decides
he’s been tricked into feeling sorry.

He runs it over just to be sure.




Before he started using
hers, she never bothered asking
his. My name’s Fun, he tells her.
John Fun.

Candy eyeballs the man beside her.
I know it’s a funny name, believe me—
the humor’s not lost on John Fun.
And I can see what you want to say, but don’t
you think if I was gonna lie at least
I’d invent something less ridiculous.
He continues
in such a manner, buys them both
a drink. Then Fun excuses himself.





Underneath the others
he looks for legs and, satisfied,
locks himself in the farthest stall.
Astraddle the toilet, facing the wall, he lays out
four lines on his license, already
ragged with slits. The point
tight in his teeth, guts
a pen pocketed signing in. Makes
use of the empty cylinder.

He lets the spigot dribble
onto his fingertips and sniffs, jerking
back as if to laugh.
Which he does and which he vacillates
with a conspiratorial mutter: You
are something else.


A long time it takes him
washing up. He marvels
at the cool wet coursing
across the back of his hand like a river bed.
Had he fallen asleep
on a sun-warmed rock once,
camping with his old man or did he
see it in a movie? This goes on
until someone enters. He stares long
into those eyes and he sees a figure
pass. Gone is the finely sharpened
charm he had a mind to train
on what’s-her-name out there . . .

on Candy. With unwarranted
satisfaction he resists the urge
to detach the mirror and shove his head up
through it like a shirt.




Fun is back,
both glasses empty. So
are the stools. He calls
for bourbon and wonders
if this even has a name.
He can hear himself
saying I’ll be in the lounge, nodding
toward this dark red place.

A woman sits at arm’s length.
He assumes it’s Candy, grown somehow louder and larger
like planes he feared were touching down
on top of him as he lay, drugged, in the bed
of a pickup truck, on break at the fiber-optics plant.
Who knows how many might come screaming down
before he clocked back in.




Her room (Fun insisted) is freezing.
He locates the controls, shuffles
absently through the channels. He does
two tiny lines with her.
Then she wants
to watch music videos.

What could anyone see in this?
Fools
clutch instruments like weapons, create
a terrifying din. Awkwardly
they strut, as if stitched together
out of wildly disparate substances
just before the cameras roll. . . . You know you
look a lot like that one guy
Sabbath got after Ozzy.
I mean, if you shaved off your mustache
and grew your hair.
She lays
a finger across his lip. Peels off
her wig and dangles it
in the arctic air behind him.
Guess not, she decides.
But you sure do look like somebody.

He’s using her toothbrush afterward
when she discovers who.
Forget it, Fun says, and runs
a comb through his hair,
never turning around.

You could almost be
The same person, I swear.

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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby timpickens on Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:03 pm

Fun when I was 18. Happy I never invested a lot of time or money in it then-only had the former. Gave it a shot again and concluded, fuck this gross addictive expensive drug.

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Postby numberthirty on Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:11 pm

night_tools wrote:Apparently in some clubs in the UK they've started coating flat surfaces in the bogs with Vaseline to prevent nose abuse.



My brother said they are doing this in a strip club where some folks he knows work.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby numberthirty on Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:16 pm

Also, yayo cut with baby laxatives has created headaches for me on more than one occasion. I didn't even get high but, I've got to deal with that nonsense.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby dontfeartheringo on Tue May 01, 2012 1:30 pm

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:
Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:
Altamont Motel


Whatever’s in the center of the highway
mutates. In rapid succession,
the forms assumed: a doctor’s
black bag, a bomb, a chasm, and then
a prostrate baby bear.

When he’s finished swerving
and shouting, he finally decides
he’s been tricked into feeling sorry.

He runs it over just to be sure.




Before he started using
hers, she never bothered asking
his. My name’s Fun, he tells her.
John Fun.

Candy eyeballs the man beside her.
I know it’s a funny name, believe me—
the humor’s not lost on John Fun.
And I can see what you want to say, but don’t
you think if I was gonna lie at least
I’d invent something less ridiculous.
He continues
in such a manner, buys them both
a drink. Then Fun excuses himself.





Underneath the others
he looks for legs and, satisfied,
locks himself in the farthest stall.
Astraddle the toilet, facing the wall, he lays out
four lines on his license, already
ragged with slits. The point
tight in his teeth, guts
a pen pocketed signing in. Makes
use of the empty cylinder.

He lets the spigot dribble
onto his fingertips and sniffs, jerking
back as if to laugh.
Which he does and which he vacillates
with a conspiratorial mutter: You
are something else.


A long time it takes him
washing up. He marvels
at the cool wet coursing
across the back of his hand like a river bed.
Had he fallen asleep
on a sun-warmed rock once,
camping with his old man or did he
see it in a movie? This goes on
until someone enters. He stares long
into those eyes and he sees a figure
pass. Gone is the finely sharpened
charm he had a mind to train
on what’s-her-name out there . . .

on Candy. With unwarranted
satisfaction he resists the urge
to detach the mirror and shove his head up
through it like a shirt.




Fun is back,
both glasses empty. So
are the stools. He calls
for bourbon and wonders
if this even has a name.
He can hear himself
saying I’ll be in the lounge, nodding
toward this dark red place.

A woman sits at arm’s length.
He assumes it’s Candy, grown somehow louder and larger
like planes he feared were touching down
on top of him as he lay, drugged, in the bed
of a pickup truck, on break at the fiber-optics plant.
Who knows how many might come screaming down
before he clocked back in.




Her room (Fun insisted) is freezing.
He locates the controls, shuffles
absently through the channels. He does
two tiny lines with her.
Then she wants
to watch music videos.

What could anyone see in this?
Fools
clutch instruments like weapons, create
a terrifying din. Awkwardly
they strut, as if stitched together
out of wildly disparate substances
just before the cameras roll. . . . You know you
look a lot like that one guy
Sabbath got after Ozzy.
I mean, if you shaved off your mustache
and grew your hair.
She lays
a finger across his lip. Peels off
her wig and dangles it
in the arctic air behind him.
Guess not, she decides.
But you sure do look like somebody.

He’s using her toothbrush afterward
when she discovers who.
Forget it, Fun says, and runs
a comb through his hair,
never turning around.

You could almost be
The same person, I swear.




damn, this is fantastic.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby Wood Goblin on Tue May 01, 2012 1:45 pm

I'm with DFTR. Really fantastic poem.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby Brett Eugene Ralph on Tue May 01, 2012 2:17 pm

Wood Goblin wrote:I'm with DFTR. Really fantastic poem.


Thanks, guys. I have some reservations about this poem, I left it out of my book, and it's actually never been published. Still, I have a certain fondness for it, if only as a cautionary tale. For a long time, I was pretty pleased with myself for having created a character as creepy as John Fun. Then I realized that the poem represented some kind of future alter ego--the person I might've become if I hadn't gotten clean. For that reason, it's difficult for me to distinguish its aesthetic value from its value to me personally (something I rarely concern myself with, really).

At any rate, I'm glad you all like it. I posted it not because I think it's especially good but because I hoped it offered some insights into cocaine culture.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby zom-zom on Tue May 01, 2012 2:20 pm

I ran into an old friend yesterday, he's looking at doing maybe 5 years for coke. What a bummer.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby Brett Eugene Ralph on Tue May 01, 2012 2:51 pm

zom-zom wrote:I ran into an old friend yesterday, he's looking at doing maybe 5 years for coke. What a bummer.


My dad told me yesterday that one of my cousins is looking at prison time for "growing hydro-phonic drugs." Apparently, there was heroin involved as well. This is a man in his mid-50s, and as it will be his third prison stretch, it's likely he'll be going away for a long, long time.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby The MayorofRockNRoll on Tue May 01, 2012 4:03 pm

Steve V. wrote:
Wood Goblin wrote:I'm with DFTR. Really fantastic poem.


+1.


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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby subprime on Sat May 19, 2012 7:31 am

numberthirty wrote:
same wrote:Coke makes people shady as fuck.


That's one to grow on.

I could also do without the large side of stupid that always goes hand in hand with coke.


I'm not defending coke, but this happens with alchohol too. Drunks are fucking gross.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby Sam on Sat May 19, 2012 9:08 am

subprime raises an excellent point about alcohol in the yayo thread
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby circle_ruler on Sat May 19, 2012 9:14 am

subprime wrote:
numberthirty wrote:
same wrote:Coke makes people shady as fuck.

That's one to grow on.

I could also do without the large side of stupid that always goes hand in hand with coke.


I'm not defending coke, but this happens with alchohol too. Drunks are fucking gross.

shady? at £40 per gram that's hardly surprising. it does somewhat impede the ambience of a social event if a clique cloister themselves off like some sherberty witches, but i will be doing this later as one of our group has a nose like a hoover and no conscience. poverty has made him thus. we will be sharing as far as we can with those who have been generous with us when we were without.

coke people aren't stupid (drunks are another matter, generally). stupid people are stupid and intoxicants seem to affect their VOLUME CONTROLS SOMEWHAT, but the specific result depends on the person. for instance, i had some coke last night - housekeeping, finishing off a wrap - and settled down with M P Shiels' collection of weird tales The House Of Sounds while occasionally fondling one of my beasts. very relaxing it was.

some more projecty types might well get annoying if coked-up but that's not the drug's fault. put a stimulant into a wanker and what do you get? a louder, more insistent wanker.

hell, loads of people around my way are tossers when smoking dope (hash, weed, blow etc.) because its use has become more and more widespread and people are really caning the skunks on top of all manner of hideous liquids. chuck a drug that frequently induces paranoia into a steroid-popping macho prick et voila! not someone you want to meet in the taxi rank, bar or the Accident & Emergency of your local hospital. and yet is cannabis a Crap or Not Crap? obviously it depends.

i'm labouring a point and i have a festival thing to get ready for. i sincerely hope you all have as lovely a day as i'm about to have.

oi-oi! be lucky!
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby subprime on Sat May 19, 2012 9:19 am

Keep on pressing the happy button. Gotta keep getting those foodpellets to trigger that dopamine.
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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby circle_ruler on Sat May 19, 2012 9:54 am

oh yes and while i remember

OOONTZ, OOONTZ, OOONTZ, OOONTZ, OOONTZ, OOONTZ, OOONTZ

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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby lemur68 on Sat May 19, 2012 10:38 am

circle_ruler wrote:
subprime wrote:
numberthirty wrote:
same wrote:Coke makes people shady as fuck.

That's one to grow on.

I could also do without the large side of stupid that always goes hand in hand with coke.


I'm not defending coke, but this happens with alchohol too. Drunks are fucking gross.

shady? at £40 per gram that's hardly surprising. it does somewhat impede the ambience of a social event if a clique cloister themselves off like some sherberty witches, but i will be doing this later as one of our group has a nose like a hoover and no conscience. poverty has made him thus. we will be sharing as far as we can with those who have been generous with us when we were without.

coke people aren't stupid (drunks are another matter, generally). stupid people are stupid and intoxicants seem to affect their VOLUME CONTROLS SOMEWHAT, but the specific result depends on the person. for instance, i had some coke last night - housekeeping, finishing off a wrap - and settled down with M P Shiels' collection of weird tales The House Of Sounds while occasionally fondling one of my beasts. very relaxing it was.

some more projecty types might well get annoying if coked-up but that's not the drug's fault. put a stimulant into a wanker and what do you get? a louder, more insistent wanker.

hell, loads of people around my way are tossers when smoking dope (hash, weed, blow etc.) because its use has become more and more widespread and people are really caning the skunks on top of all manner of hideous liquids. chuck a drug that frequently induces paranoia into a steroid-popping macho prick et voila! not someone you want to meet in the taxi rank, bar or the Accident & Emergency of your local hospital. and yet is cannabis a Crap or Not Crap? obviously it depends.

i'm labouring a point and i have a festival thing to get ready for. i sincerely hope you all have as lovely a day as i'm about to have.

oi-oi! be lucky!


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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby BClark on Sat May 19, 2012 12:27 pm

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Bolivia's illegal coca becomes compost rather than cocaine

Government plans to dry up drug traffickers' coca harvests by turning seized plants into industrial-scale fertiliser

As a stimulant in humans its properties are well known. Less well documented are the powers of the coca leaf to perk up the average plant.

But now the authorities in Bolivia are experimenting with turning illegal coca harvests into organic fertiliser, and they say the results look promising.

Every year Bolivia confiscates almost 700 tonnes of illegal coca from drug traffickers. The government's coca director, Luis Cutipa, believes that turning this excess into fertiliser will deprive criminals of their raw material for making cocaine, much of which goes to Brazil and on to Europe. He is optimistic that compost made from coca can be made on an industrial scale.

Seized coca is held in warehouses and government buildings, and even in Cutipa's office. Outside La Paz, in a coca-growing region of the Yungas forest, Lucio Copa is working on the pilot project, testing the compost on coca bushes. He says vegetables and fruit trees should also do well with this fertiliser.

Miguel Callisaya, head of the project, claims the coca leaves, when mixed with household rubbish, tree leaves and chicken manure, are the best in world. "It is high in nutrients. It's of better quality than earthworm compost."

Plants seem to thrive on the fertiliser; where it was made, weeds are growing larger and taller than in a neighbouring field.

But the project could do little to resolve Bolivia's growing drug problem.

Kathryn Ledebur, director of the Andean Information Network, a Bolivian NGO, says that though the coca compost campaign is laudable it will have little impact on Bolivia's anti-drugs effort, the success of which relies far more on demand in the west than on supply at home.

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Re: Illicit Substance: Cocaine

Postby BClark on Sat May 19, 2012 12:32 pm

brett eugene ralph, your poem is fuckin excellent.
circle_ruler wrote:some more projecty types might well get annoying if coked-up but that's not the drug's fault. put a stimulant into a wanker and what do you get? a louder, more insistent wanker.

ha. indeed. blow has different effects on different folks. i know people who actually got less talkative on blow, people who got relaxed... and people who experienced the polar opposite effect.

the one common thread i can't really stand is the insistence of so many people on coke to play the song "just what i needed" by the cars. nothing against the song, but in my coke days i heard it way too many times at other people's insistence. and when i say insistence, i mean insistence:

oh, i just have to hear this song

let me guess, "just what i needed" again?

...i don't mind you coming here...

(sigh), here we go again.
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