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evil red cocaine eyes (and his nose is bleeding whoops) ^_^ SORRY guyz I canāt resist drawing things that r drug related DX
COUVH COUGH IT LOOKS DOGWATER CAUSE I TOOK A PHOTO OF IT FROM MY PHONE SOOO :pppp
Wait lemme >:(
oh yeah look at that hot babe Also since ur like already looking @ this hereās a Ibis paint leak from my iPad ^w^
Scary Drawing #2!
Drugs as people is fun to do. Here is...
Cocaine!
The shading took forever, but I'm very happy with how this turned out.
Also just want to let yall know that all my Drug Characters are enby. They are just personified items, so they dont have a gender.
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The Death ofĀ His MajestyĀ King George V
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George V had developed a lot of health problems after the First World War & it took a toll on him. George was injured on Thursday, October 28th, 1915 when he was thrown from a horse & he also developed Chronic Bronchitis from his heavy smoking addiction. 10 years later in 1925, he was sent on a cruise to the Mediterranean which was used to help him recuperate.Ā
3 years later in 1929, he developed an illness called Sepsis, which is a life-threatening condition for when the bodyās response to an infection causes injuries to both the tissues & the organs. The Kingās body never recovered from years of illness & injury, so in last year of life, he was administered oxygen.
Ā 6 years later, when Georgeās sisterĀ Her Royal Highness The Princess Victoria died, it sent the King into a deep state of depression. 1 year after his sisterās death on January 15th, 1936, George went to his bedroom at Sandringham House, complaining of a cold. The cold turned the Kingās body for the worst, as he became weaker & would drift in & out of consciousness. Georgeās nurse Catherine Black & physician Lord Dawson of Penn, gave him a sedative the night of his death which consisted of 3/4 gram of morphine & 1 gram of cocaine. The family did not approve of the injection but also did not want the Kingās death to be painful & slow.Ā
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Monday, January 20th, 1936 at Sandringham House in Norfolk at 70 Years Old
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Declining Health & Lethal Injection
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As the Kingās health declined, multiple close sources of the Kingās came forward with updates on his decline.Ā
The first source was Prime Minister Baldwin who wrote,Ā āEach time he became conscious it was some kind inquiry or kind observation of someone, some words of gratitude for kindness shown. But he did say to his secretary when he sent for him: "How is the Empire?" An unusual phrase in that form, and the secretary said: "All is well, sir, with the Empire", and the King gave him a smile and relapsed once more into unconsciousness.ā
The second source was Lord Dawson of Penn (The Kingās Physician) who issued a bulletin that hadĀ āThe King's life is moving peacefully towards its close,ā written on it. Lord Dawson also kept updates in journals with the Kingās last words written in it which wereĀ āGod Damn You,ā which was said to his nurseĀ Catherine Black. He also said he wanted the injection to happen at night, so that the death of the King could make the morning edition of British Newspaper The Times.
British PathĆ© News announced the Kingās death, the next morning & described the King asĀ āMore than a King, a father of a great family.ā BBC Studios was next for the broadcast, as German composer Paul Hindemith & English Conductor Adrian Boult along with the BBC Symphony Orchestra, performed a Mourning Music that evening.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6y1KYItRzQ (British Pathé News Broadcast)
The night before the funeral, the Kingās sonsāĀ His Royal HighnessĀ Edward The Duke of Windsor,Ā His Majesty King George (Albert) VI, & His Royal HighnessĀ Henry The Duke of Gloucester, mounted theĀ Vigil of the Princes guard at the Catafalque. The sons did this in respect to their father who was now gone. The King was lied in state at Westminster Hall but was interred at St. Georgeās Chapel at Windsor Castle on Tuesday, January 28th, 1936.Ā
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1. His Royal HighnessĀ Edward The Duke of Windsor (Abdicated)Ā
2. His Majesty King George (Albert) VI (Took the Throne after Edward Abdicated)
Some know me from previous accounts. I like to write, and this time I'm going to put myself out there to everyone. It is frowned upon by 12 step programs, but I am publicly admitting that I am an alcoholic and dope fiend. I started consuming alcohol at a young age. Pretty much as soon as I could pour whiskey into a glass. Now here I am at 48 years old, getting my life back in order. For years all I did was drink, but I discovered Marijuana and other drugs as a teenager. Over a 5 year span I tried every drug that was on the streets. I was in a small town, but we had everything available. At the end of the 5 year span, I found myself sitting in a juvenile prison facility. For 6 months, I was sober in the facility. As soon as I was released, I was right back on alcohol. I stuck with strictly alcohol for over 32 years, but it didn't mean that I had sobriety, only that I wasn't using illegal drugs. In the summer of 2022, I was reintRoduceD to my old friend cocaine. And by August of 2022 I was using drugs I hadn't done before. You see, at the time of my incarceration, Crystal meth was a brand new drug. By August of 2022, meth was available everywhere, and I was becoming addicted. I would have sold my soul if it meant getting meth. I was homeless and literally living under a bridge and the meth helped me forget my circumstances. I was moved to a shelter in another city, but meth was just as available in the homeless shelter as it was on the street. So I was still using. I also had Crack cocaine readily available. After spending over a month in the shelter, I heard an announcement that would change my life for the better. It was said that something called Fresh Start was in the chapel, and I chose to ask for more information. I walked in and sat down to be informed that it is a sober living program. I agreed to give it a chance, and I was placed in an actual house with a bed for me, and people willing to make sure I have things I need. Things like food, cigarettes, and support to help me get and stay sober. I can proudly say that I am currently beyond 30 days of sobriety. I can't say that it has been an easy journey, but I feel better than I can ever remember feeling in my life. I will be keeping this page updated as I make this journey. I hope that might inspire even one person to choose sobriety over jail, death, or institutions. I invite anyone who reads this to message me if you're struggling with addiction, but to also seek out AA or NA meetings in your own areas. There is strength in unity, and together we can help each other beat the addiction. I'm not a professional, but I am still in the trenches battling this disease with anyone else who is ready to put in the effort to live a sober life.
Headed to Colorado with my brother on the motorcycles. Got an 8 ball and looks like perfect weather.
Gonna be a great weekend
Love doing cocaine rails with my brother!
I am so coked up! My eyes are straight glass and my pupils are pins! I Am sooo lucky I do t have to be at work on this beautiful but cold Veteranās day!!!
Itās a great night when you can do coke with your brother all night!!
Ignorance lacking self awareness are not fun to live with but our āso called world classā City of Vancouver says itās okay to house degenerates, deplorables and ingrates with impoverished on wooden floors including paper thin walls.Ā
Absolutely obnoxious irritating clients of Three Bridges Mental Health Authorities with non stop noise of dropping, dragging or grinding into the ceiling above yet deems this housing appropriate for their clients must be high on crack cocaine.Ā
I would pay Canadian prices for a coffee table book of these illustrations.
Rob Fuckān Ford
Besides my daily saltwater dip, this is the only hair product I use⦠Good old Joseph Burnettās Cocoaine Hair Oil! Now donāt get all preachy on me and say, but Rusty āJust say no to dopeā or āUgh to drugsā. I am not dousing my grayish locks with Amazonian March Dust⦠Nope, the āCocoā is just coco-nut oil. Itās Rusty approved!!! Conditions the hair I have left, smells great and keeps the ladies sniffing around. #StokedTillDeath
Morrone /// The Rise & Fall of a Disco Super ProducerĀ /// Mini Trailer
I love disco.
DMT saved my life. If you're going through turmoil of any nature and you're thinking about trying DMT or ayahuasca this is just my endorsement for whatever it's worth. I'd be dead or in prison if it wasn't for trying DMT. I'm making this post and I will continue to make a similar post at least once a year just in case it helps anyone. I had a lot of issues but one of the biggest ones was that I was addicted to heroin. I literally couldn't go a day without it for years....one day I couldn't get it and someone gave me DMT saying it would help. It was 3:33 in the morning when I took that inhale alone in my bedroom later that night. I was desperate and honestly didn't think it was going to do much. That was 5 years ago, now. My whole life changed. I stopped using hard drugs literally instantly. It felt like my brain had been reprogrammed and improved. Keep in mind I haven't mentioned anything about the experience. I won't because it's just too much but ill say this: it lasted a matter of minutes, it was the most intense experience of my life, and afterwards I thought about it and personally prayed for 2 hours straight in awe of how much I had learned and experienced in such a short yet unmeasurable amount of time. If you're afraid of the experience, all I can say is it's worth it.
Iāve got to let it out Iāve got to let it out but itās hard spitting rhymes and spilling lines Spilling lines on the table watch it dissappear Like our lives watch us fade into black and white Turning into creatures of the night Itās our time to shine while the drugs start to take flight Numbing my nose, letās see where the night goes Cause sleep is for the weak, I say with breaking bones But homesick ghosts keep me wide awake While the monstersā howl ring deep in my ears Filling up my soul with fear and belly with beer So letās light another cigarette and sit by the fire Cause itās four in the mourning and Iām still wired
ok, donald j. trump just doesn't understand teh whole CIA thing, which is that we have constant, orgiastic, cocaine-fueled man-on-man sex orgies. we didn't know why, but evenentually we figured out why donald trump has no fuckin gay sex with us: he has a very, very, very small penis. eye think that trump paid stormy daniels money 2 say that his penis looked liek toad from mario kart becuz this is actually a compliment compared 2 the reality of trump's incredibly small penis. it is really small, at first i thought i was looking at a clitoris but it was not the case becuz there was a nutsaq underneath it, and it was liek just a tiny little dick with two gigantic balls that apparently maek him act even dumber than me. he was really bitchy about cocaine acting all holier than though about it but we eventually got his ass to do a line. he wouldn't smoke crack becuz his two gigantic manballs made him a testosterone filled racist but since cocaine is for rich ppl he thought, we were able 2 convince him 2 at least try it. all i gotta say is that donald trump out-assholed everyone, every CIA agent was completely baffled as 2 how someone could be such a grandiosose asshole and i for one did not want him near teh cocaine again. he didn't know how 2 be a world leader, becuz he couldn't handle his cocaine.
so anyways, he doesn't listen 2 our coke-addled advice and then the fucker turns on us and tries 2 get rid of teh legislature we control, leik hello? we're teh CIA, we were on to your ass the second u wouldn't show us ur penis, did u not know that we used interdimensional superpowers 2 keep u from overthrowing our cool little circle of rich cocaine heads? u think ur a real machivellian but ur not realistic enough, ur just leik a really dumb schoolyard bully who's mad cuz he got a D minus on a math quiz and his dad fucked him in the ass as punishment. seriously, what can i say that hasn't been said about u? oh, i know, u call hentai "japanese cartoons" but these are actually sex demons that ur penis will never experience.
because its too fuckin' small.
ok, so liek the 1980s had this dude named reagan, my crack cocaine smokin buddy. and when we smoked crack, it was because we had an infinite supply of something called MONEY. yes, god himself gave us shitloads of cash, handing it out of a TV liek some kind of ghoul. so anyways, this NFT is a tribute to a few different things from teh 80s: JAPANESE appliances, RICH PEOPLE with money, CRACK COCAINE, and teh DEVIL. yes, there were many people afraid of teh devil so i added a little inverted pentagram liek from teh forehead of some baphomet drawn by eliphas levi or some shit, but there is a TEN HEADED REAGAN who is sodomizing himself with money, but you can't really tell from the image. yes, reagan would get into god's secret stash of cash with oral roberts and teh devil, and we'd roll around frollicking burning 100 dollar bills and smoking huge amounts of rock cocaine. yes, i said oral roberts, and he knew ALL ALONG that god wasn't going to kill him if he didn't raise $1 million, but he just wants some money to add 2 the pile so he could smoke ridiculous amounts of CRACK with us. it was truly a great time to be a rich guy being groomed by dudes spouting greek philosophy, bcuz they would give u piles of crack cocaine and cash to ur 10 year old ass or whatever, it was such a great, great tiem in history, installed so many dictators in third world countries, yes.
now as i was laying on a pile of cash being fellated by unspeakable demons i decided 2 play famicom (which is teh japanese nintendo, yes) on a special tv with a famicom on it, but then TEH DEVIL possesses teh TV just to mess with me, and then reagan gets up and fucks teh TV in the ass to create an alternate dimensional version of me, and we try to beat each other at a game called urban champion which is a fighting game that SUCKED bcuz street fighter II was still years away. but anyways, it was quite a tripā¦while we were rolling around in that pile of cash we got so much cocaine and devil sperm on dollar bills, which is why u will notice that dollar bills from the 1980s smelled liek COCAINE and SEMEN. i am beside myself with laughter, it was a great trip being teh personal fucktoy of the world's leaders, with oral roberts, pat robertson and the pope taking turns on my ass while various republican politicians and donald trump got teh other end.
anyways, this television is a tribute to REAGAN, CRACK, MONEY, AND POWER!!
ok, so liek, this is crack angel. wtf is a crack angel? well, it's an angelā¦of crack cocaine. yes, in the many strange dimensions that exist there are angels that are high on crack, or that dispense crack, or that want you 2 smoke crack so bad that they appear before u in all their glory and bid thee 2 smoke a rock from a crack pipe. crack angels can also serve as messengers of crack. liek, when reagan and bush smoked crack, there was an angel that appeared before them and said "i present 2 u the divine giftā¦of crack". and so we discovered that crack cocaine was liek a divine ambrosia, a divine rock that maeks ppl high as fuck and rant and rave about their sexual exploits. twas a strange day in teh multiverse when teh crack showed up with a promise that it would allow teh republicans to rule over central america. it twas such a great tiemā¦teh angel gave a huge ounce of coke, some baking soda, and other shit, and then with the sound of trumpets teh best microwave that money could buy came down from teh heavens and was installed in teh white house.
foreign dignititaries would come up to teh white house on officicial visits, but teh real reason they came is that they wanted 2 smoke crack. it was spread all throughout teh world's leadership, everyone was in teh white house hitting teh rock. they don't call it teh "white house" 4 no reason, bcuz coke is white man, coke is white. u gotta understand that under reagan, teh white house was teh world's biggest crack house. reagan was all coked up and he even wanted 2 change teh columns of teh white house into pure rocks of cocaine, but dick cheney said that this was a bad idea and wouldn't let him. so much 4 that idea. rumor has it that perestroika and glasnost happened in the USSR bcuz gorbachev smoked so much crack with reagan, and that spot on his head was a punishment from god for smoking too much of reagan's crack when it didn't belong 2 him. i don't know about this but it could be true, who knows?
and then there was the buttfuckingā¦so many coke orgies with world leadershipā¦
ok, so ronald reagan was my republican gay sex partner when i was ten and he introduced me 2 teh fine art of smoking crack cocaine before he brainwashed me into victimizing ghettos in america wit the new form of freebaseā¦we would hang out with dictators and the CIA and shit and just be taking huge hits of crack and we got so fuckin high and started talking about platonic philosophy or some bullshit liek that. i dunno, i was born when i was 9 in a TV but ronald reagan was the guy who fucked the TV in the ass and caused it 2 explode. anyways we were in a gay turkish bath and passing a pipe back and forth (it was the pipe u see in the picture) and we were discussing the fine points of enslaving people under a bullshit economic idea called trickle down economics or somethin when george bush walked in and he had this huge quarter rock that was fresh out of the microwave. we passed that baby back and forth and got so fucking coked up on that motherfucker that i actually thought that unsuccessfully voting for him even though i wasn't 18 yet would be a good idea. this was illegal though, much liek smoking crack or having nuns killed in third world countries.
anyways, it was a really good time. there was crack on the streets, the contras had their weapons and training 2 overthrow a democratically elected government, punk rock had already shot its wad, and no one could stop us until i turned traitor because HOLY SHIT these republican dudes are fucking insane! ok, so i stole all the crack i could and decided to go to another dimension where I buried liek $5 million dollars in individual vials of rock in teh arizona desert next to some atari games. i heard they exhumed the games but they totally missed the crack rocks that were liek 10 feet away. what the fuck, people? that's cash money right there. i don't know what to say except that i had a falling out with reagan because he liek got me addicted to crack when i was 10 and that just isn't cool man.
ok, so crystalbrain got introduced 2 crack cocaine by this dude in the motherfuckin' CIA in a VR simululation to train nicaraguan rebels. he had a glass pipe which he put a flame 2 and he took a hit and all of a sudden it was liek a hailstorm of nun-killings just jumped into his brain liek a complete disasterpiece of youphoric wonderfulness. this was after having a gay orgy with manuel noriega and some colombian dudes and it was a perfect moment of spectackular crack rock hitting wonder. this was not the first time crystalbrain had done drugs, no, he had smoked marijuana, tripped on psilocybin mushrooms, dosed on LSD, gotten fucking jacked on speed, taken benzos, rolled on ecstacy, inhaled huge balloons full of nitrous oxide, gone to other dimensions on salvia divinorum, snorted heroin, chugged cough syrup, gotten blown out of his mind on DMT, and this among probably hundrededs of other reasons is why crystalbrain did not live up to his full potential as a contributing member of the matrix.
but being with CIA agents smoking huge rocks of crack cocaine as a test 2 see if crack was a good idea 2 fill the ghettos of america with in order to be a proper instrurument of the government to keep poor people jonesin 4 a hit, he decidided that what his soul really, really deep down craved was an extatic union with the godā¦of crack. yes, crystalbrain had met his new god, and being 10 years old and fondled by ronald reagan he decided he would go on a mission 2 get every threat 2 the status kwo hooked on this incredibly racist form of cocaine. he snuck around on an alternate form of existence putting telepathic thoughts to buy roses in glass toobs in the inner cities of amerikkka and it was his complete desire that not only should everyone who was poor smoke crack, that eventually aliens would put the entire planet earth into one big crack pipe and take a gigantic hit off of the pipe and get high for liekā¦15 minutes. and thus crystalbrain went back 2 school and started selling crack cocaine 2 his classmates in the school bathroom.
it was not known at the tiem but crack cocaine made its way through multiple layers of existence, and so there were demons smoking crack, angels smoking crack, and there was god himself sittin' on his throne smoking a big fat dime rock of crack with his donations from churches. satan got in on the game and started smoking crack, but this was just in the judeo-christian realm of existence. there were buddhas smoking crack, lao tzu's force ghost was smoking crack, in the star wars universe obi wan kenobi was smoking crack with anakin, and everyone in the entire multiverse was having a great time getting high on crack. but then they all got addicted and started selling their assholes to buy crack, and then the DEA became an interdimensional entity and forced its way through the multiverse, and everyone got busted because they were selling and smoking so much crack.
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