US Govt using acid during interrogations?
Not that we're breaking the law, and even if we are, it's not against the law, and we'll do what we want because these people are 'enemy combatants' so screw you, Geneva convention.
Ha ha ha! Bring it on! I welcome 'em to give me the chance on some of that shit! I'll blow their fuckin' minds! Those goddam CIA interrogators be joinin' my religion by the end of one of those sessions!
I wouldn't put anything past the US Gov't at this point in time, but good luck in proving that claim.
Yeah ... doesn't look like there's much substance to the claim.
"Have you considered the possibility that *you* are the one in prison, and that *I* am your captor? Oh yes, my friend, it is all becoming quite clear to me. "
Even if it is true, it's only acid, not that dangerous and (selectively) illegal marijuana stuff. Now that would be a news item.
Exactly, Nick. They be givin' me that shit, it's like giving a Proton Energy Pill to Roger Ramjet. I'll be the one doing the interrogatin'.
"Where's Bin Laden? He's everywhere, my friend. Everywhere where men confine themselves to lateral thinking, moving from one simple point to the next -- you have to metamorphose your mind, man, let your mind-paths explode in a sunflower starburst beyond the limits of mere logic, maaaaaan. Only then will you find this "Bin Laden" you seek, if you even think that's at all relevant anymore. You need to break out of your pathological lateralism, maaaaan. Seek the starburst.
"I'm thirsty. You got some water..?"
I thought they meant the other type of acid.
This would be a walk in the park, as long as they let me smoke.
Question: Is Monkeyfilter a 'reality-based community'?
If you tell me what reality is, I'll be happy to answer.
"Cigarettes! We need cigarettes!!!"
Geneva conventions. Plural. Sorry, this is a most grating, though pervasive, error.
Lucy in the Slammer with Dope
"you have to metamorphose your mind, man, let your mind-paths explode in a sunflower starburst beyond the limits of mere logic, maaaaaan."
I've never spoken like this on hallucinogens. I become a purely logical, totally objective reasoning machine. Well, after the laughing jag, anyhow.
"...as long as they let me smoke."
Oh, yeah. There is that.
yeah, the fatal flaw in our 'just give me the drugs' argument.
I've never spoken like this on hallucinogens.
Yeah, it's nothing but a big, erroneous guess on my part. I'm much too satisfied with alcohmahol to bother trying anything else.
shandy
We need a mofi-wide "drop in" to er... protest... the uh... something or other.
The point is, we all need to take more drugs.
Have you been smoking the funny sage weed Nick?
> I become a purely logical, totally objective reasoning machine.
once, having consumed a hallucinogen, i made the mistake of reexamining some computation i'd done earlier that day. it was a scheduling problem for a college course, and i'd arrived at a close to optimal solution earlier. naturally, under the influence of a psychotropic, a better answer was staring me in the face. worried that it was just the drugs misleading me, i redid this same problem five or six times and kept coming back to the better answer. so i submitted this...
in the cold light of day, after my paper had been collected, i revisited my work. ha! my original answer would've got me an "a"; the work i submitted got me a "c"...
That's true, too.
once, having consumed a hallucinogen, I was convinced that all moving automobiles were really stationary objects with spinning wheels, and that ants were about to overtake the world on a massive scale.
Once, having consumed a hallucinogen, I became aware of the fact that houses built on hillsides would be much more interesting if they followed the trend of having walls perpendicular to the ground.
*titrates LSD by dropping acid*
Once, having consumed a hallucinogen, in Boston in wintertime, a friend and I noted how brown our surroundings were, much like in a 70's sitcom.
Once, having consumed a hallucinogen, my hands grew so large they filled the bed, then the room. They were so heavy.
Once, having consumed a hallucinogen, I witnessed a fistfight between Chuck Norris and the Werzog.
I witnessed a fistfight between Chuck Norris and the Werzog.
Impossible, as you would no longer be here to relate this tale.
I thought they meant the other type of acid.
I thought they meant the govt was using acid, not using acid.
I'll tell you right now - any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find. Everybody's hustlin' just to have a little scene. When I say we'll be cool, I think that you know what I mean. We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when?
I know a beach where, baby, it never ends. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind 'Cause I've made my mind up, you're going to be mine I'll tell you right now
(Superman or Green Lantern ain't got nothin' on me)
Mr. Knickerbocker: I'm sure your mistake was totally natural.
Those weaseldicks certainly act like they're in an altered mindstate most of the time.
Once, having consumed a hallucinogen, in Boston in wintertime I watched a man throw-up a milky white liquid on the bus. I then walked through Somerville admiring the jesus's-in-bathtubs in everyone's frontyards.
Once, in band camp, we were using our clarinets in naughty, naughty ways.
Once, while free-associating sound tones to perceived colors, I molested mauve with a vibrato of unseemly depth.
Once, in band camp, we were using our clarinets in naughty, naughty ways.
It was you who broke my reed!
<3 nunia
"I molested mauve with a vibrato of unseemly depth."
/fap fap fap fap fap fap fap
*sweats*
It was you who broke my reed!
You know that fiasco with "Tuba Girl" was an accident, and you promised not to tell!
<3's smt right back, but not in that way.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
It's just, you know, a clarinet thang.
Once, having consumed a hallucinogen, I ordered soup. Then I ate the bowl! Then I needed stitches from my throat to my rectum. Then we all laughed in front of the camera while the credits rolled and I bled, internally.
It's just, you know, a clarinet thang.
Oh, remember how I piccolo you with the french horn?
Tuba girl never fully recovered either. She's down with the Strings now.
Though, it might be fun to break out the bow resin on occasion!
You know what I like.
/fap fap fap
*sweats*
*blushes*
You know, we never did try the oboe...
...or the sexophone.
I mean, er, saxophone.
Do you prefer one reed or two...hmm?
you crazy kids and your alto relationships...
We are philosophers of the highest degree, sir.
And they don't call her "sugarmilktea" because that's how she likes her beverages, I assure you.
And they don't call her "sugarmilktea" because that's how she likes her beverages, I assure you.
Correct you are, with one noteworthy exception = she he
Not that it matters however. I'm still as gneiss as they come.
*blink*
Nuh-uh!
I suppose now I understand the whole "come blow your horn" thing you pulled on me behind the camp counselors' quarters.
Still <3 you anyway.
Awwww.
Duu-uh! I thought you realized when I suggested polishing the brass section. Anyhow, next time it will be just as good. Tuba Girl never knew what hit her.
Not to worry, you weren't the first to be confused
There's some serious Madame Butterfly action going on in this thread.
♪I know all there is to know
about the crying game...♫
at least you're not milk in first, smt.
Confused by my username! The nick!
*looks at self in the mirror*
It's ok.. it's ok. You are a man!
at least you're not milk in first, smt.
Right you are. I'm all about the sweet love first...
shehe Not that it matters however. I'm still as gneiss as they come.