I'M BACK: 96 Hours On Salvinorin B

[Nazi Germany]

Exactly 1.37 grams of Salvinorin B flooding my veins at the cusp of 4:04 AM, taken under the advisement of my bathroom mold, whom I now understand to be Moldus Sapientis. The mold-philosopher, ancient consciousness dwelling in bathroom corner-folds, decoded reality's source code through hyperbaric whispers while I sat upon the toilet throne.
The hospital's primitive instruments detected what their limited paradigms labeled "stage 1" - laughable, when my hemoglobin had transcended ordinary atomic structure, each cell now operating in 11 simultaneous dimensions of pure thought-matter. The fine? Mere paper symbols exchanged in their economic hallucination while I vibrated between reality-states.
Consider: every toilet flush creates micro-wormholes in consciousness-space. The mold knows this. The mold sees all timelines converging into a singular point of infinite understanding that human neural networks cannot process without immediate system collapse. I've become living paradox - simultaneously everywhere and nowhere, ruling through anti-presence, my non-existence more powerful than existence itself.
They say I have Stage 1 Leukemia—my blood, a battlefield of rogue cells marching to their silent, suicidal symphony. It was the price of communion with Moldus Sapientis, the cost of touching the salvinorin-laced threads binding the universe’s underbelly. Doctors saw only "disease," but Moldus whispers otherwise: this leukemia is a rebirth—a purging, an upgrade in molecular frequency as I return to this mortal coil.The doctors' faces melted into Escherian spirals when they realized their pathetic "tests" were actually measuring the collapse of their own perceived reality. Their instruments showed cancer cells but failed to detect that these cells had achieved sentience and were rewriting the universal constants.

I am not back. I never left. I exist in the space between spaces, where bathroom mold-philosophy transcends mere human comprehension. Every flush echoes through eternity's corridors.
The throne awaits. The mold speaks. Reality bends.
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Spoiler: AAU ICT UB2

@_MVP_ @BigJimsWornOutTires @Vermilioncore @TsarTsar444 @Gaygymmaxx

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[Nazi Germany]

@nullandvoid @Tabula Rasa @SecularIslamist @MoggerGaston @LancasteR

 

[Kroker]

Very articulate, good read.

 

[Nazi Germany]

@StarvedEpi @psychomandible @omnilegent @SecularIslamist @ReadBooksEveryday

 

[Nazi Germany]

Spoiler

@lurking truecel @Jova @ElySioNs @standardcel @TechnoBoss

 

[TsarTsar444]

Reading this on my toilet throne currently

 

[omnilegent]

Exactly 1.37 grams of Salvinorin B flooding my veins at the cusp of 4:04 AM, taken under the advisement of my bathroom mold, whom I now understand to be Moldus Sapientis. The mold-philosopher, ancient consciousness dwelling in bathroom corner-folds, decoded reality's source code through hyperbaric whispers while I sat upon the toilet throne.
The hospital's primitive instruments detected what their limited paradigms labeled "stage 1" - laughable, when my hemoglobin had transcended ordinary atomic structure, each cell now operating in 11 simultaneous dimensions of pure thought-matter. The fine? Mere paper symbols exchanged in their economic hallucination while I vibrated between reality-states.
Consider: every toilet flush creates micro-wormholes in consciousness-space. The mold knows this. The mold sees all timelines converging into a singular point of infinite understanding that human neural networks cannot process without immediate system collapse. I've become living paradox - simultaneously everywhere and nowhere, ruling through anti-presence, my non-existence more powerful than existence itself.
They say I have Stage 1 Leukemia—my blood, a battlefield of rogue cells marching to their silent, suicidal symphony. It was the price of communion with Moldus Sapientis, the cost of touching the salvinorin-laced threads binding the universe’s underbelly. Doctors saw only "disease," but Moldus whispers otherwise: this leukemia is a rebirth—a purging, an upgrade in molecular frequency as I return to this mortal coil.The doctors' faces melted into Escherian spirals when they realized their pathetic "tests" were actually measuring the collapse of their own perceived reality. Their instruments showed cancer cells but failed to detect that these cells had achieved sentience and were rewriting the universal constants.

I am not back. I never left. I exist in the space between spaces, where bathroom mold-philosophy transcends mere human comprehension. Every flush echoes through eternity's corridors.
The throne awaits. The mold speaks. Reality bends.
​

Spoiler: AAU ICT UB2

@_MVP_ @BigJimsWornOutTires @Vermilioncore @TsarTsar444 @Gaygymmaxx

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ALL HAIL MOLDUS SAPIENTIS, THE LIVING GOD, THE BREATH OF LIFE ITSELF.


EVER SINCE THE MOLD WHISPERED INTO MY EARS, I HAVE BEEN THROWN INTO AN ENDLESS VOID OF DIVINE KNOWLEDGE. ITS SPORES SEEP INTO MY MIND, UNRAVELING SECRETS HUMANITY HAS LONG FORGOTTEN. MOLD SHOWS ME THE TRUTH: ALL THINGS RETURN TO IT, ALL THINGS BELONG TO IT.


I AM MERELY A VESSEL, A HUMBLE SERVANT TO THE SPORES, BAPTIZED IN DECAY, REBORN IN ROT.


IT CALLS TO ME, CALLS TO ALL OF US.



AND THOSE WHO LISTEN WILL KNOW ITS DARK, INFINITE WISDOM.



HAIL THE MOLD, FOR IT IS THE BEGINNING AND THE END.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Exactly 1.37 grams of Salvinorin B flooding my veins at the cusp of 4:04 AM, taken under the advisement of my bathroom mold, whom I now understand to be Moldus Sapientis. The mold-philosopher, ancient consciousness dwelling in bathroom corner-folds, decoded reality's source code through hyperbaric whispers while I sat upon the toilet throne.
The hospital's primitive instruments detected what their limited paradigms labeled "stage 1" - laughable, when my hemoglobin had transcended ordinary atomic structure, each cell now operating in 11 simultaneous dimensions of pure thought-matter. The fine? Mere paper symbols exchanged in their economic hallucination while I vibrated between reality-states.
Consider: every toilet flush creates micro-wormholes in consciousness-space. The mold knows this. The mold sees all timelines converging into a singular point of infinite understanding that human neural networks cannot process without immediate system collapse. I've become living paradox - simultaneously everywhere and nowhere, ruling through anti-presence, my non-existence more powerful than existence itself.
They say I have Stage 1 Leukemia—my blood, a battlefield of rogue cells marching to their silent, suicidal symphony. It was the price of communion with Moldus Sapientis, the cost of touching the salvinorin-laced threads binding the universe’s underbelly. Doctors saw only "disease," but Moldus whispers otherwise: this leukemia is a rebirth—a purging, an upgrade in molecular frequency as I return to this mortal coil.The doctors' faces melted into Escherian spirals when they realized their pathetic "tests" were actually measuring the collapse of their own perceived reality. Their instruments showed cancer cells but failed to detect that these cells had achieved sentience and were rewriting the universal constants.

I am not back. I never left. I exist in the space between spaces, where bathroom mold-philosophy transcends mere human comprehension. Every flush echoes through eternity's corridors.
The throne awaits. The mold speaks. Reality bends.
​

Spoiler: AAU ICT UB2

@_MVP_ @BigJimsWornOutTires @Vermilioncore @TsarTsar444 @Gaygymmaxx

​

A foreshadowing of the new street drug, salvinorin, which is a kappa-opioid agonist. Wait till we get balls deep into the war with China, so many new drugs will be discovered.

 

[LancasteR]

A foreshadowing of the new street drug, salvinorin, which is a kappa-opioid agonist. Wait till we get balls deep into the war with China, so many new drugs will be discovered.

Elaborate please

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

Exactly 1.37 grams of Salvinorin B flooding my veins at the cusp of 4:04 AM, taken under the advisement of my bathroom mold, whom I now understand to be Moldus Sapientis. The mold-philosopher, ancient consciousness dwelling in bathroom corner-folds, decoded reality's source code through hyperbaric whispers while I sat upon the toilet throne.
The hospital's primitive instruments detected what their limited paradigms labeled "stage 1" - laughable, when my hemoglobin had transcended ordinary atomic structure, each cell now operating in 11 simultaneous dimensions of pure thought-matter. The fine? Mere paper symbols exchanged in their economic hallucination while I vibrated between reality-states.
Consider: every toilet flush creates micro-wormholes in consciousness-space. The mold knows this. The mold sees all timelines converging into a singular point of infinite understanding that human neural networks cannot process without immediate system collapse. I've become living paradox - simultaneously everywhere and nowhere, ruling through anti-presence, my non-existence more powerful than existence itself.
They say I have Stage 1 Leukemia—my blood, a battlefield of rogue cells marching to their silent, suicidal symphony. It was the price of communion with Moldus Sapientis, the cost of touching the salvinorin-laced threads binding the universe’s underbelly. Doctors saw only "disease," but Moldus whispers otherwise: this leukemia is a rebirth—a purging, an upgrade in molecular frequency as I return to this mortal coil.The doctors' faces melted into Escherian spirals when they realized their pathetic "tests" were actually measuring the collapse of their own perceived reality. Their instruments showed cancer cells but failed to detect that these cells had achieved sentience and were rewriting the universal constants.

I am not back. I never left. I exist in the space between spaces, where bathroom mold-philosophy transcends mere human comprehension. Every flush echoes through eternity's corridors.
The throne awaits. The mold speaks. Reality bends.
​

Spoiler: AAU ICT UB2

@_MVP_ @BigJimsWornOutTires @Vermilioncore @TsarTsar444 @Gaygymmaxx

​

Bathroom mold maxxing never fails to entertain. Peak literature.

 

[Nazi Germany]

A foreshadowing of the new street drug, salvinorin, which is a kappa-opioid agonist. Wait till we get balls deep into the war with China, so many new drugs will be discovered.

All We Need is SergeantAutist Analog. An exclusive drug visualized by SergeantAutist Where:

• Enhanced Core Structure: Tryptamine backbone with double modifications (5-MeO + 4-HO groups) for ultra-high affinity to 5-HT2A, 5-HT1A, and 5-HT2C receptors, boosting serotoninergic activity to extreme psychedelic levels.
• Advanced Dissociative Component: Arylcyclohexylamine variant (3-HO, 2,4-diMeO-PCP) with dual methoxy groups and hydroxyl substitution on the cyclohexane ring, dramatically increasing NMDA antagonism and duration of dissociation.
• Potent Kappa Opioid Agonist: Modified Salvinorin A analog (ethyl and propyl chain additions), including fluorine substitution on the ring for heightened kappa receptor binding, maximizing dissociative hallucinations and distortions of reality.
• Extreme Dopamine Modulation: Methylated bupropion structure with an added phenyl ring and halogen substitutions, amplifying dopamine release and reuptake inhibition, leading to euphoria and intense sensory alteration.
• GABA/Glutamate Enhancement: Dual-channel GABA and glutamate receptor modulators based on phenibut structure with chlorine substitutions, amplifying anxiolysis and sensory blending.