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Take a Deep Breath...
yknow what that smell is?
that smell
is oxygen.
Well, oxygen mixed with other inert gases and possibly a few dust particles and pet dander and other things.
But its oxygen.
Anyways
imagine that you were no longer able to pull this sweet sweet gas into your lungs whenever you wanted it.
or.. not even that much.
Imagine you couldnt get as much as you wanted. You pull in the air, but your lungs are not satiated.
they beg for more.
always.
never satisfied.
That feeling in your lungs you get, after you run for a long time.
That feeling, constantly. Not enough air.
You inhale again.
Not enough air.
Again.
Nope, try it again.
You begin to feel dizzy, because you know that you're pulling in so much oxygen that its actually making you high.
You get woozy and tired.
you dont want to do the things you usually do.
Sleep sounds nice right about this time.
But you think to yourself.
"I'm a teenager, man.. i shouldnt be getting this tired from just sitting around. somethin's up."
You think it might be allergies, might be asthma.
"Don't they catch those things when you're younger?"
People around you begin to think you're lazy.
Just making it up so you dont have to help out.
They always knew you were lazy, its just now showing itself.
They dont matter.
You hate your job because you're constantly running out of the building for some "fresh air"... where the smokers all hang out.
You dont say anything.
They've been there longer than you.
It's their restaurant. Not yours.
So you quit.
But you need the money, rather desperately, actually.
You look for another job.
Not as easy as it used to be, because the economy is in the crapper.
Fucking Bush.
It's no problem though. You have your friends.
They're always there for you.
Loads of fun, too.
You hang out with them more and more, though it only makes you more tired, as their kinda fun involves stuff other than sleeping.
Thats ok, though. You can ignore the problem. It will build strength. Just imagine how much easier it will be when this goes away.
Maybe it wont go away?
Nah, it will. You dont have asthma, or allergies. You'd know by now. You're 17.
Maybe its the basement you always hang out in.
Maybe its damp there, and the mold is getting to your lungs.
Maybe your parents are sick of your shit, and want you around so they can mold you to their standards.
Maybe their mold is getting to you.
The deep breaths start to give you a headache.
It doesnt make sense. Its oxygen. Its good for you.
You remember when you were a kid, your mom used to say
"I dont feel well, im going to get some fresh air."
of course, at that time, she was a smoker.
But thats irrelevant. Shes an adult. She knows what shes doing.
Come to think of it, you cant remember many times when you really felt *good*.
it was always 'ok'.
'Still livin'.
'I'm alright'.
Sure, there were short highs after exhillarting events, but those go away eventually.
Back to the wheezing and deep monotony of lung capacitation.
Maybe you should borrow your friend's inhaler.
Open up the old bronchial tubes. see what that does for ya.
Nah.. thats wrong. wasnt perscribed to you. technically, it is a narcotic.
a weird one.
but a narcotic.
you dont do drugs.
you'll be fine.
just get some rest.
you'll feel better come morning.
i promise.
Trippy...
Try being a firefighter. You get used to the little to no O2.
dude, thats some fucked up shit.
i just bought half an ounce of drugs online and im going to smoke it.
....so it's about smoking?
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| Originally posted by Tranc3 ....so it's about smoking? |
his spoon is just too big
That was a nice piece of lit.
Re: Take a Deep Breath...
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| Originally posted by Zenchowdah yknow what that smell is? that smell is oxygen. Well, oxygen mixed with other inert gases and possibly a few dust particles and pet dander and other things. But its oxygen. Anyways imagine that you were no longer able to pull this sweet sweet gas into your lungs whenever you wanted it. or.. not even that much. Imagine you couldnt get as much as you wanted. You pull in the air, but your lungs are not satiated. they beg for more. always. never satisfied. That feeling in your lungs you get, after you run for a long time. That feeling, constantly. Not enough air. You inhale again. Not enough air. Again. Nope, try it again. You begin to feel dizzy, because you know that you're pulling in so much oxygen that its actually making you high. You get woozy and tired. you dont want to do the things you usually do. Sleep sounds nice right about this time. But you think to yourself. "I'm a teenager, man.. i shouldnt be getting this tired from just sitting around. somethin's up." You think it might be allergies, might be asthma. "Don't they catch those things when you're younger?" People around you begin to think you're lazy. Just making it up so you dont have to help out. They always knew you were lazy, its just now showing itself. They dont matter. You hate your job because you're constantly running out of the building for some "fresh air"... where the smokers all hang out. You dont say anything. They've been there longer than you. It's their restaurant. Not yours. So you quit. But you need the money, rather desperately, actually. You look for another job. Not as easy as it used to be, because the economy is in the crapper. Fucking Bush. It's no problem though. You have your friends. They're always there for you. Loads of fun, too. You hang out with them more and more, though it only makes you more tired, as their kinda fun involves stuff other than sleeping. Thats ok, though. You can ignore the problem. It will build strength. Just imagine how much easier it will be when this goes away. Maybe it wont go away? Nah, it will. You dont have asthma, or allergies. You'd know by now. You're 17. Maybe its the basement you always hang out in. Maybe its damp there, and the mold is getting to your lungs. Maybe your parents are sick of your shit, and want you around so they can mold you to their standards. Maybe their mold is getting to you. The deep breaths start to give you a headache. It doesnt make sense. Its oxygen. Its good for you. You remember when you were a kid, your mom used to say "I dont feel well, im going to get some fresh air." of course, at that time, she was a smoker. But thats irrelevant. Shes an adult. She knows what shes doing. Come to think of it, you cant remember many times when you really felt *good*. it was always 'ok'. 'Still livin'. 'I'm alright'. Sure, there were short highs after exhillarting events, but those go away eventually. Back to the wheezing and deep monotony of lung capacitation. Maybe you should borrow your friend's inhaler. Open up the old bronchial tubes. see what that does for ya. Nah.. thats wrong. wasnt perscribed to you. technically, it is a narcotic. a weird one. but a narcotic. you dont do drugs. you'll be fine. just get some rest. you'll feel better come morning. i promise. |
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| Originally posted by whiskers i think it's about ADD |
Quite interesting imo... or MAYBE was i pwned by the 'maybe(s)'.
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| Originally posted by montie his spoon is just too big |
go to the fooking doctor
maybe emphysema
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| Originally posted by montie his spoon is just too big |
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| Originally posted by {b.s.e.} there is no spoon. |
...I feel the inner guilt of knowing I smoke...but then there's knowing that when I stop I turn into a craving maniac...but I'm killing myself...OK THIS IS WAY TOO DEPRESSING! AHHH!
smoking's bad. we all know it. but we're humans.
I]it's in our job description to create harmful things and then destroy oursleves with them.[/I]
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| Originally posted by CityKitty ...I feel the inner guilt of knowing I smoke...but then there's knowing that when I stop I turn into a craving maniac...but I'm killing myself...OK THIS IS WAY TOO DEPRESSING! AHHH! smoking's bad. we all know it. but we're humans. I]it's in our job description to create harmful things and then destroy oursleves with them.[/I] |
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| Originally posted by montie his spoon is just too big |
The brass monkey flies at midnight.
hey I can steal stuff from the net too..
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| OXYGEN Oxygen is a very toxic gas and an extreme fire hazard. It is fatal in concentrations of as little as 0.000001 p.p.m.. Humans exposed to these oxygen concentrations die within a few minutes. Symptoms resemble very much those of cyanide poisoning (blue face, ect.). In higher concentrations, e.g. 20%, the toxic effect is somewhat delayed and it takes about 2.5 billion inhalations before death takes place. The reason for the delay is the difference in the mechanism of the toxic effect of oxygen in 20% concentration. It apparently contributes to a complex process called aging, of which very little is known, except that it is always fatal. However, the main disadvantage of the 20% oxygen concentration is in the fact it is habit forming. The first inhalation (occurring at birth) is sufficient to make oxygen addiction permanent. After that, any considerable decrease in the daily oxygen doses results in death with symptoms resembling those of cyanide poisoning. Oxygen is an extreme fire hazard. All of the fires that were reported in the continental U.S. for the period of the past 25 years were found to be due to the presence of this gas in the atmosphere surrounding the buildings in question. Oxygen is especially dangerous because it is odorless, colorless and tasteless, so that its presence can not be readily detected until it is too late. |
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| Originally posted by twisted420 my spoon is to big......my spoon is too big......I am a banana.....anyone know thats from? anyone see that cartoon. |
red apple?
and might i remind you all, passive smoking is for free 
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| Originally posted by fuct4less |
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| Originally posted by [nils] and might i remind you all, passive smoking is for free |
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| Originally posted by CityKitty ...I feel the inner guilt of knowing I smoke...but then there's knowing that when I stop I turn into a craving maniac...but I'm killing myself...OK THIS IS WAY TOO DEPRESSING! AHHH! smoking's bad. we all know it. but we're humans. I]it's in our job description to create harmful things and then destroy oursleves with them.[/I] |
wow, that was f*cking trippy yeah.
Probably its something like a panic desorder or anxiety disorder, where where subconscious stress causes hyper-ventilation.
But maybe its something else that this guy wants to tell us...like there is no place to find some peace...
little over a month later, i havent been in the basement at all since... tis not the mold. perhaps it is time for a change in lifestyle?
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