Weekly Propaganda

When To Stop

I hadn't smoked an entire cigarette at all until I was about 17. Until then I only had a few drags when someone pressured me to try at about age 8 or so.

 I didn't particularly like it but I didn't hate it either. 

To be honest, it was the idea of rebellion behind the cigarette that ultimately made me try it wholeheartedly. I started smoking cigarettes at age 17. I had stolen a few from a woman's purse and snuck my way out of my house to the community pool that was locked up due to cold weather. Enjoying the darkness that comes with the night, I hid out only to determine whether or not tobacco was right for me.

 How fascinating it was to inhale something so toxic..

So I loved it. Not the taste, not the feeling it gave me, but the idea of going against what people wanted for me. That's what I loved. 

Who knows what's good for someone else really? Who's to say?

I ended up allowing it to become not something I liked or wanted but something I needed to "take the edge off" after a tough days work , emotional disturbance, and quite simply bored. When I turned 18, I rejoiced in the fact that I could aquire something so deadly without any legal issues. 

Age 19 came along and I was still doing the same old smoke and cough routine. By this time, my skin had lost it's healthy color, my hair was fragile and I had smokers cough. 

We both know that it was apparent to me that cigarettes aren't something useful or needed.

The question is: As a former smoker, when did I decide it was a good time to quit?

Every single day.

It was something that would present itself in my mind daily. Family brought it up the moment they seen the the death stick approach my lips, co-workers would comment on the aroma I caused, and every so often, I would injure someone with the burning tobacco itself. (Sorry, Flux.) 

So what did I do?

I definitely tried to quit on my very own.

Didn't work.

LSD was something I only had to dose with just a few times, while under the trap of Nicotine and tobacco, in order for my consciousness to be Un-Blocked from the reality of what I was doing to myself. It allowed complete awareness and oneness of mind and spirituality. Not that I'm very spiritual. 

But a nice evening of many substances caused a chemical reaction in my mind that allowed me to let go if the things that I very well knew were harmful to myself and my environment. 

 I can't endorse the use of illegal substances but there is definitely a reason it has become so illegal.

Not because "The Man" is worried that you'll jump out of a window and hurt yourself or others but because it opens you up to the 

idea that everything you know is 

wrong.

Now, at 20 years old, I can happily say that LSD has helped me on my journey to quitting Nicotine and Tobacco as a whole. My hair looks fuller, skin has cleared and  

I no longer have a need or even want to partake. 

However, everything is good in moderation. 

At least, that's what an intoxicated Redd would convince herself of.

My Meatless Decision

So I'm attempting to get healthy. I decided the first way I was going to do this is to fix my disgusting fucking diet. I would eat anything really. Processing preferred, please! I was that chick who asked for Kraft over Gouda. Yep, I ate like a hog and suffered the consequences. I was overweight, I had cystic acne, and I couldn't walk half a yard much less run a mile. I was also a heavy smoker more than capable of taking out a whole pack of cigarettes within a day or two. My throat felt like the barren wastelands of the Gobi.

Look everybody, a picture of me and my esophagus!

So I got sick of seeing a 40 year old like...

...and me over here like...

...still in my fucking twenties.

So first thing's first, a tiny bit of research. I eventually figured a great way to start a better diet would be to cut out meat. I became vegetarian. At first it wasn't very difficult. Then my wallet really started to feel it. I love good food, I really do. I was still in love with deliciousness so I'd spend more on flavor. That's what made it so expensive as opposed to eating $1.55 "cheeseburger" from McDonald's.

It wasn't until later that I realized cooking for myself was so much cheaper. I actually cook now, often even!

Anyway, I was eating healthier. People noticed. I started to drop weight. I'm not speaking figuratively people, I lost 15 lbs. in about a month just by not eating meat. I was still eating bullshit like cheesecake and doritos. I wasn't complete pleased yet though, I still wanted to lose more weight and I desperately wanted my skin to clear up.

I don't know if any of you are too familiar with cystic acne but it's the shit that looks like this...

Which I later discovered is often caused by dairy. Dairy is an interesting topic in my opinion. It's pushed on us from the time we're born. In actuality, once we've stopped nursing from our mothers we're not supposed to ingest dairy. Our digestive systems aren't built to process it. Only when we're babies and we need an immune boost are we really supposed to eat/drink dairy.
So there was that. I stopped ingesting so much dairy and started taking in more nutritional, anti-acne foods like berries, nuts, chia seeds, and honey. My skin is starting to clear up, it's a wonderful but slow process I'll tell ya; Cystic acne is notoriously stubborn.
So beyond that my immune system is also stronger. Instead of taking all the fucking medicine anybody recommends to me I'll just keep eating. I eat healthy shit like oranges for my immune system. Usually every year I get sick at least once while seasons change. I'm prone to sinus infections. This year I of course knew exactly what time of what day Spring arrived because I woke up and couldn't fucking breathe. So I ate just a shit of oranges. They managed to fight off my potential sinus infection and guess what, I can actually breathe right now. It's been about two weeks of Spring and the pollen still hasn't gotten the best of me.

That's it for now, I'll get back to you guys later on more details of my diet so maybe we can get healthy together.
Flux baby, say my name!

Since I was little

I knew from a very young age that I'd reign terror.

One of my favorite, arguably mythological creatures is the kraken. I even have a giant octopus tattooed to my back, I consider it to be my most prized possession.

The octopus is by far my favorite modern animal. Not sure why, perhaps their ferocity and determination. Everything about an octopus' life is well--metal. They're kinda hardcore.

When mating a male will rip off his arm, jizz on it, and present it to a female who is left to decide what to do with it. Whether she uses his sperm or not, she'll still take the arm.

After finding a small, dark hole to lay her eggs in, a new mother will stay with them. She will not leave, not even to eat, until her eggs have hatched.

Once they hatch, the female is so withered and starved that she soon dies right beside the bed of eggs she laid months ago. The newborns are on their own.

Every species of octopus has a bone crushing beak hidden under their tentacles. They use this beak to crack open anything small enough to fit in their mouths.

One of the deadliest animals in the world is an octopus, the Blue Ringed Octopus. These little guys are tiny. However they've got quite the bite as their saliva is made up of a nasty venomous cocktail which is by all means, lethal. They're kinda cute...