Originally Posted by
surfs_up
My brews normally
have a high -none component at the level where they could be described as intense. I notice that these turbo mixes
require greater self awareness and higher social skill levels. Too much -none CAN make you, or those around you
buggy, sometimes tending to violent. Think prisons. I am aware that I am projecting an intense vibe. It does get
under my own skin and into my thinking, my identity as well. Something animal is closer to the surface. I can get
into these head spaces and notice that women are reacting to me purely from body language, I am giving off a
presence or a basic energy. Women will be checking me out with that knowing, horny, need to get fucked in the worst
way eye contact. I needed to go someplace in a hurry and a movie production crew, must have been important talent
with all the paperazzi buzzing around was blocking my path, I utterly didn't give a shit for their presumed
authority or pompous tinsletown bullshit and I walked right through their gaulntlet calling them a bunch of assholes
for taking over the street. Here this behavior was appropriate. They actually cleared out of my way too, must have
assumed it was my production. Now, this is the WRONG behavior in a Biker Bar, as you WILL wake up dead. So I must
learn to work with the big cat energy within with my rank cheetah piss sweat. I get to the airport, they put me
through a ludicrous security routine, I comply with all instructions but I am laughing at the inspector, not
directly AT his ego, but at the absurdity of all the bad theatre of it all, then I go to pick up my boarding pass
and they have screwed it up badly, total incompetence, the customer service woman is both 1, so turned on she about
to come in her double knit polyester blue airport costume probably so much that she had to run and change a
pantyliner 2, getting massively irritated with me simulatneously, while 3, I'm fully keeping my cool and not
letting any anger show, while 4, they get me straightened out and on a better flight, and 5, she's sooo sweet to me
as I leave... I got on the plane and the stewardesses are dancing around like I must be a famous somebody that
can't quite place but they have on the o-migod its a celebrity over the top stuff.... I'm plain exhausted and want
nothing more to crawl into my bed with my teddy bear and a warm glass of milk and swear up and down I will dilute
the stuff next time and up the ratio of the -nols (alpha and beta).... too much of a good thing can be
overwhelming
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