Take a second out of your busy schedule and check out yet another druglife fan: hobotronic.

It seems like a pretty interesting site, and it sure does have a nice color scheme.

Sometimes the most passionate thing in my life is my anger towards existence. Sometimes I really wish that I wasn't alive. I'm way to scared of death to try to kill myself or anything like that, besides, suicide was so '80's. Overdosing is a more likely possibility in my life. No matter how angry I am, or how unhappy I get I still have

a desire to live.

Have you ever had a dream that you thought was real right up to the point where you woke up?

The other day I had a really sick dream where I was on some sort of killing spree with these silenced submachine guns. The bullets that were being fired at me were skimming my every body part but never actually making contact. My actions in this dream were so far from how I actually am it was insane. In real life excessive violence can make me cringe.

I was killing dozens of people left right and center and all the ones that didn't die right away I would go right up to them, look them in the eyes, pull out some sort of pistol (I don't know guns) and shoot them right in the face. This all seemed so realistic that I actually believe that it was all happening. When I was on the spree I was having the time of my life, it was sort of like a ultra realistic video game.

Throughout this all there was a sort of disassociation with what was really going on and when it was over it really hit me. What the fuck am I going to do now? I can't go to jail, I'd try to pick a fight with every guard that came within a yard of me, I'd never survive.

My stomach dropped and I started to try to figure out how I could get out of it, how I could get out of the responsibility of just killing dozens of people. It hit me that I could say that I was all fucked up on some strange concoction of GHB, coke, angle dust, and peyote. When I came up with this plan I was actually relieved. I actually felt like I was safe.

The next thing I was confronted with was sobriety. I'm not sure how to explain it but it was as if the mad mixture of drugs I was supposedly on suddenly wore off. I was again smacked in the face with reality. There's no fucking way I can get out of this with the stupid excuse of being all doped up. My stomach dropped again and I regretted what I had done, I wished I could go back in time and change it all but I knew that I couldn't.

It was at that time that I woke up. You wouldn't believe the relief I felt when it hit me that it was all just a dream. Thank AL that it was just a dream.

At that moment I was happy to be where I am in my life, happy to be alive, happy to have what I have.

On the other hand I hear that prison isn't that bad once you get used to the sodomy.

I think about it now and I imagine death to be a lot like that dream, if you believe in reincarnation anyways. You're going to die and it hits you that your life is actually going to be over, your stomach just drops and it's like a shot of cold water in your face. That's when
you'd wake up and be relieved that it was all just a dream, or was it.

It might just make you think.

Jan 17.

If you have never had the pleasure of trying microdots take a look to your left and see what you're missing. It's hard to see because my cam is fucked again and won't spit anything of relative quality out so let me tell you what you are looking at.

Birth control pills come with some odd number of pills that the girl is supposed to take while she is actually bleeding. These pills are nothing but sugar.

They are "blanks" and are only there so the woman stays in the habit of taking her pills daily. Anyways, these blank pills are taken and soaked in pure liquid LSD for some mysterious amount of time. After that they are left to dry and end up looking just like any other old' pills.

You are left with a small ball of highly saturated LSD that is roughly three times more potent than normal tabs, yummy!

At the moment I only have three of these babies left, but I plan on picking up another dozen or so before they are sold out and impossible to find for another two years.

The shroom party I'm going to Friday is going to be extra fucked up with these jewels.

And now for something completely different:

Just a little reminder that if you'd like your page linked, all you have to do is ask. If you have any interesting stories for the druglife section, send them in. Finally, check out today's sexy bitch.

If you've been on the net for the last 18 hours and bored as hell, try playing one of these games:
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If that just doesn't tickle your fancy why not check out one of these cool sites:

Hate the Mainstream
Downward-Spiral
Buzman.org

I promised that I would give a little plug to a small site run by a guy that is a druglife fan so here it is: stole-77, check it out.

Woman are nothing more than estrogen based units...

My dad taught me that a few years ago and it has led me to the logical conclusion that men are nothing but testosterone based units.

The major chemical difference between the male and female internal workings is right there; estrogen, testosterone.

Would woman be more rational and straight forward if their estrogen was replaced with testosterone? That would be pretty cool if they thought like guys, always wanting sex, not caring or getting worked up over little trivial things. They would probably take a lot less maintenance. Hmmm, but maybe they would fart, burp, not shower and do all the dirty shit that us guys take for granted that they don't do.

Oh fuck, if their estrogen was replaced with testosterone maybe they would get hairy, go bald, get muscular, and for the love of god they could even grow dicks!

Forget about testosterone, there has to be something out there that's a little better. I got it! How about valium? Mellow, happy woman. Always in a euphoric mood, like we all should be.

"Teehee, wanna fuck?" Wouldn't that be nice? "Teehee, can you stick your cock in me?!" I know you'd like that, don't lie.

I honestly don't think I could deal with a girl that is like that. Their would be absolutely no substance, nobody home. It would be just like a walking, talking, moving blow-up doll. A very important asset is missing, substance. It would be fun, but it's just not for me.

Personally I'd rather just pop some valium with the girl and then we could both have some fun. Hell, if anyone is going to be getting fucked up I sure as hell want in on it.

But what do I know, don't listen to me just make up you own mind. I'm all for free thought.

This is getting pointless, just check this shit out.

Yesterday my computer froze for its last time. I had had enough of Windows ME so I traveled back in time to Windows 98se.

Please, take my advice and never try to reformat your computer when you are high. Simple but necessary tasks elude you and bad things can happen. Backing up files becomes an overly confusing chore that seems to go on for hours. By the time I was done and started restoring my files I found several copies of all sorts of files in all different locations. What a mess.

I can feel myself entering another bout of piss mood. Piss mood is what some of the less educated people call depression. When piss mood descends I become even more anti-social than I normally am. Interacting with people is painful and I can feel the rage building inside of me, it takes all of my energy not to tell everyone to fuck off.

I'm not sure what to do to pull me out of this, drink? Smoke dope? Listen to loud violent music?
Maybe I should go beat the fuck out of some poor chap to lower some of my suppressed rage reserves. Maybe I should go back to bed.

I've recently gotten my hand on some micro dots, Mmmm. Drop two, snort one and look forward to hours and hours of fun. Hell, maybe that's the solution to end piss mood.

I think I'll go try.

I have been overcome with nausea all fucking day.

I was drunking last night in an all girls dorm at the University of Waterloo and I'm in a horrible state today. Since I woke up this morning I have felt like I'm going to refund everything I've eaten in the last twelve hours. It's brutal, I have to clean myself up so I can drunk again tonight, or maybe I should just stick with budda for the evening. Either which way I won't be touching dark rum for quite some time.

There has been yet another story added to the druglife section so I suggest you get your ass over there and check it out.

Reader mail: From: T-Online Subject: Im a badass

Hey

You really make me horny. I wish you were here and we could do every step which is on your site.

Have you ever had a girl that sucks your dick so good like me? NO!!! I want to make you hot.

Just let me know what you like and I'll give it to you.

BY
Jane

I'm not the type to turn down an offer like this, but any girl that actually wants one of these things done to her is a little too scary for me. Pulling off a move on an unsuspecting victim is one thing, but when the slut lets you, it just spoils all of the fun.

I'm so fucking tired right now I can hardly keep my eyes open but the coke won't let me sleep. I'm dead tired, but wired as hell. This can't be good for my body.

I'm pretty sure that when I'm cremated after I die anyone in the immediate facility is going to get fucked out of their tree from my fumes.

Oh yea, the sweet satisfaction that even after I'm gone I'll still be helping people get high. A truly worthwhile existence, or not.

Buzman from buzman.org sent me a really cool quote today, check this out:

"Life is a waste of time, time is a waste of life, so get wasted all of the time and have the time of your life." -- Tom Waits

I'm sitting here checking mail, sipping a beer, and wasting time and then I feel something bite me, the traitorous beer monster. RESISTANCE IS UNWANTED!

So I call up The Belligerent Techie (the dude who's going to be doing druglife's tech section: Belligerent Techie's Hardware Hard-on) and whisper "l e t 's d r i n k" into the phone. BAM! He's on his way and we're hitting the bar with a good two hours before they close. I grab the only booze I have at my disposal and I'm predrinking my ass off. Shots of Amaretto is a horrid horrid thing to put yourself through.

I'm in for a good time, but what about you? Let me know what fucked up shit you have going on.

Reader mail: From : netjunkie Subject: rip_off

doode stile is so ripping your shit off! ive been reading your site for a while and ive notised this b4 but today it really hit me. a while ago i noticed that the odd update of his were a little bit related to your most recent update but it would only talk a little about the same stuff. this time stile updated today and "just happend" to use THE EXACT same hunter thompson quote you use a few days ago. what the fuck is that man.. hez just not as l33t any more. he knows that he has masses of people that love him off and he would say that youre copyin him. doode he should at-least give you credit or link to your ass if he likes yer shit or sumthin

wikid site! laterz.

Ummm...

And now for something completely different:

The product testing has given me a life goal, some actual desire; I want to drink beer for a living! There is nothing more satisfying that getting paid to drink. Have you ever seen The Man Show on the Comedy Network? They have this guy on the show that downs two pints in two big gulps, he's my idol. It's fucking crazy, I could do that job no problem and hell, I'd even work overtime. Who am I kidding, I would even work weekends!

I'm telling you, sobriety is the worst thing in society. I swear, south America has it's Siesta's, North America should have a Drugesta. Think about it... You get to work and at about noon everything stops and everyone takes part in one huge session. The desire to move up and be promoted would be that the higher you are in the company the better, and more drugs you get for the Drugesta. The unlucky sods in the mailroom only get half assed outdoor weed while the president and higher up employees get thai stick and coke.

The unemployment rate would drop, everyone would be going to college to get a good job and cops could actually do something other than harass kids that are just trying to have a good time.

Damn bitch, I have all the answers.