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DIY: MDMA
Monday, December 20

No drug dealer no worries! Consider this as the promised DIY tutorial.

Step 1: Get The Chemicals!

+ Palladium
+ Nitromethane
+ Mercury Chloride
+ Benzoquinone
+ Chloride
+ Safrole

Step 2: Get The Equipment!

+ Spoon
+ Pot
+ Knife

Step 3: Get Started!

1. Put all the chemicals into the pot and add some water.

2. Boil it, exactly for 37 minutes by 212°. Stir it with a spoon from time to time.

3. After the boiling, let it cool down for approximately 45 minutes. The substance will harden then.

4. Put it out of the pot. Dissect it into small pieces with a knife. Try to engrave cute symbols into each piece.

5. Get your freak on!

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Numbers
You wake up at 8.00 am. You’re living in New York, maybe Paris, how about Berlin? The person lying next to you is the stupid piece of unemployed shit known as your girlfriend. That bitch is giving you a good morning kiss. Her breath smells like dead people, it makes you wanna vomit on her face. T
his naive cunt still thinks she’s the love of your so-called life. You go to your Ikea kitchen. A coffee. A cigarette. A call. It’s your boss.
Yelling. You’re too late for work. Again. You’re fired. Again. You don’t give a shit. You go to the toilet and give a shit. No toilet paper left, though. Shit happens. So, you piece of shit, leave pieces of shit stuck on your anus. And you know your asshole will itch as fuck for the rest of your day. You also know that your itching ass will be the only exciting event of your day. Fed up, you get up, get down to the living room, opening the drawer. There’s a one way ticket to heaven. There is a gun. There is a bullet. There is a trigger. There is a head. There is your miserable life flashing in front of your eyes. There is the only woman, who ever really loved you rushing down the stairs, finding pieces of your brain all over the floor. Over one million people commit suicide every year, you know? One of them is you. You are nothing, but a statistic now. You’re just a number, baby! Just a fucking number.

Wednesday, December 15