Phreakish – 3e gången tillbaka..

[doctordoom]

Låter lite som du har Paranoida drag där

Välkommen tillbaka!

[phreakish]

erm.. jag.. vad har du hört? Varför säger du det.. 😆

Tackar.

[doctordoom]

Min psykolog sa även till mig att jag hade paranoida drag… Eller hon sa det inte rakt ut… Men jag VET att hon tänkte det!

Har du någon odling på gång om man vågar fråga?

[phreakish]

Odlat praktiskt taget non-stop de senaste 15 åren. Mestadels med egna strains. En hel del vita. Just nu har jag okända fröer. Gamla fröer som var omärkta. Hittades i en skål i vardagsrummet så jag var tvungen att testa dem. Tror att det är en tidig hybrid LSD x C99 men det kan vara i praktik vad som helst. Fenon visar dock sativa och formation av kluster påminner mycket om torparens gamla mix.

Paranoid som jag är. Odlar inte hemma Odlar istället i min batcave. 😆

Phreakish

[southbound]

Kul å se att du lever Phreakish!

[razer]

Men vad roligt, välkommen tillbaka!

/razer :hippie:

[hank_moody]

Dig har man sett några citat från tidigare vill jag minnas. Någon guide också. Välkommen tillbaka

[wayne]

Ja, verkligen. Välkommen tillbaka!

[weedloco]

Välkommen tillbaka din gamle räv

[108]

Det var väl du som brukade arrangera träffar i någon park någonstans?

Välkommen tillbaka!

[hank_moody]

@108 wrote:

Det var väl du som brukade arrangera träffar i någon park någonstans?

Låter lagom suspekt det där! 😆

[friggs]

@Hank_Moody wrote:

@108 wrote:

Det var väl du som brukade arrangera träffar i någon park någonstans?

Låter lagom suspekt det där! 😆

:rofl:

[phreakish]

lol. Jo jag hade Kristianstadsträffarna en gång i tiden. Hörde att nån annan tagit över men av nån anledning blev jag aldrig inbjuden lol. Kul att se lite namn man känner igen. Många som vuxit upp ser jag. Jag därimot har blivit ung på nytt lol. Nån av er kvar i stan eller alla svävar rundor nu. South .. fan du skulle väl dra vidare eller har jag fel för mig.

Alltså allt suger ju fett när namnet rensas och reaper har fått tag i alla mina gamla trådar och skit. Nu hittar jag fan inget längre. Letar efter min gamla politiktråd men glömt vad fasiken den hette.

//Phreak

EDIT! Nevermind, hittade min lilla dagbok som hetter just Phreakish noterar i dagboken lol

[phreakish]

Ok eftersom jag lagt av mig med engelskan den senaste tiden och eftersom folk klagat lite på min introduktion av Phreakish, tänkte jag skriva några rader under kommande dagarna för att presentera mig lite mer vänligt och fylligt.

Phreakish story
Growing up in the 80s was most of all a temptation and study to Rock n Roll, sex and drugs. However since I’m born and raised during the 80s I was mostly sniffling bouts the rock n roll area and wasn’t aware of the refined arts of self-medicational recreations.

1980 – 1986
Anyways as I was saying I was brought up during and along the Highway to hell.. erm.. I mean the 80s. Hairdos inspired by the overly beautyful poodles and their misshappens in life. Then at the age of 6 in 1986 .. which mostly makes sense due to me being rescued from heaven and brought into hell by some evil genius in 1980, whom thought pulling in my head as hard as he could was fun for me as I was on the other side of a wound freaked out of my mind over this psychedelic tunnel that was trying to swallow me. What an ass..

Anyways what I’m trying to say is that that year in -86 my dad passed away in massive heart failure. After my dad passed away to this place called heaven I decided the best thing to do is to ponder about life and my own existence. I fortified a corner in kinder garden or preschool as its also known and I guarded it with my existence. This corner of mine was quite an achievement in my own mind. It had a gate, though it was made from shoes of other kids and some paperboxes, it was a gate nonetheless. I had weapons to defend my dominion with, though that would mean I had to take apart the gate because well at that time the shoes also were my projectile to be aimed and released upon my enemies with a couple rubberbands I found at one of the desks. Yes, I do realize there’s a problem with the physics about flinging a huge shoe with a small rubberband though that was not something I really pondered about at that time so just shut it.

The giants running the festation was most concerned and observant over my location and I believe that if I had just closed my eyes a second they would had attacked me. Though I was to smart for them. Every morning after mom dropped me off I built my fort up again cause every morning it was gone.

(Hypothesis: I believe the dungeon giants every night tore down my castle and fort to commence a striking plan to capture me as mother left. However I was fast to rebuild.)

Then and then I heard the screaming terror by other youngens like me being captured and carried away by these creatures of the day. As I woke up from the isolation a full calendar had gone passed and I was shipped away yet again to a new place. They called it school.

Now school was a place not to be taken lightly. It was imparrel to be vigilant upon arriving to this place. Here the ferocious giants controlled every domain and aspect. I soon learnt that unless I was behind these magical cubes or desks I was a target. No further explanation needed to say I was always closely observing every move of the evil giants and never far away from my safety cube.

I have yet to understand how come these cubes were a deterrent from attacks. Might it be that these were surrounded by a form of invisible forcefield or might it be there was something special with the wood and shape of it. Though I did not know the particular reason I knew that I had to take advantage.

I kept a low profile and I never met the eyes of these creatures due to my observations brought me the knowledge that if so the giants would immediately be attracted. Once you put your eyes towards them they seemed to have a involuntary reaction where they immediately commenced marching towards you and once here they seemed to assume you were confused over something. What it was I was supposed to be confused over still alludes me.

Well francly there was this one time when I accidently took some, may we call it advanced psykotropia, that I may or may not mistaken for candy. Now this was the 80’s mind you, so when I say advanced I ofcourse mean it had the standards of inpurity that streetcut heroin has today. Now that was a interesting day indeed.

I myself dont really remember that much but I have been told there was something dropping down and a classroom corner getting quite if not drenched in a wet solution in all kinds of colors. That was appearently also the first time I fondled some mature… u got it … knockers. Bloody melon behind my forehead have no knowledge of it tho.

Now these creatures they were highly intelligent but not any match for me the mighty Phreakish, son of Lions and founder of the lordship Phreakonians. (More about that later)

To be continued…

[humlan]

Välkommen åter

Frid och fröjd! 🙄