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  • Posted: April 8, 2012
  • Updated: May 5, 2012
  • Category: Inventions
  • Media Type: Text
  • Status: Upcoming
  • Tags: #thomaschong #iolite #chronic c
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For Chronic C, Iolite Instructions (I Couldn't Post Em' All)

To use the iolite Original Vaporizer, first fill the unit with highly refined butane gas and let sit for a few minutes. (3-5 minutes). For a consistent superior vapor flow, I recommend you remove the moisture condenser before using the iolite Original Vaporizer.

This can be done by unscrewing the iolite Original Vaporizer mouthpiece counter-clockwise from the 7 Dot Filling Chamber. Use the maintenance tool to push down on the Moisture Condenser, releasing it from inside the mouthpiece chamber.

Secure the mouthpiece back to the 7 Dot F Chamber with a clockwise motion to finish the process). First, turn on the power switch to the “1” dial to activate the iolite Original Vaporizer.

Next, press in the Piezo or Igniter Button to activate the patented flameless gas catalytic heater and thermostat. Once activated, the orange temperature control light on the port of the iolite will stay lit until the optimal vaporization temperature is achieved.

Normally between 60-90 seconds, however a 7-9 minute wait time is recommended by me. Begin finely grinding your bud, insuring the maximum release of its thc. Remove the filling chamber from the top of the unit and fill the weed inside the iolite 7 Dot Filling Chamber Screen.

Now, secure the filling chamber back on the base to begin vaporizing. Draw from the mouthpiece with deep steady breathes as vaporization takes place. For better Vapor Quality, attach the Comfort Care Package onto the extendable Mouthpiece.

This 12 inch Vapor tool creates an elongated air corridor, allowing the vapor to cool down even more before entering the lungs. The Comfort Care Package makes the unit size only 18 inches from top to bottom and allows for long deep inhalations of your weed.

When the blend is completely used, remove the filling chamber and discard your weed using the maintenance tool provided. Repeat the steps as desired.
posted on April 8, 2012
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  • ThomasChong April 8, 2012
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    Caillou Is Some Fucked Up Shit

    I saw 4 episodes of the show the other day, and its been haunting my memories ever since.

    First off, I researched this show on IMBD, and I found out, people fucking hate the shit out of it, mostly becuase Caillou is pretty whiny, and his parents don't do much to stop him, but more on that later. Every episode of Caillou has a simple story arc, he does something bad, then realizes the error of his ways, but, this is lost on kids, becuase kids are stupid. The kids only get the message of the tantrum, and not of the learning experience. So kids who watch this show supposedly get more bratty from it. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0262153/board/nest/19696279?d=19696279&p=1#1...

    Ok, lets start out with the obvious, the kid is bald, there are only two reasons why a 4-year-old would be bald, parents interested in high fashion, and cancer. Caillou has cancer, once you realize this the show makes so much more sense, his parents are always super nice to him, during scenes in public places everyone in parks looks straight ahead, never acknowledging him, never staring at him.

    When he gets in trouble, you see his parents snap, but almost immediately soften up and either give in completely, or send him to five minuets time out. Just a single look in their cartoon eyes brings you face to face with their realization of their sons mortality, they feel incredibly guilty doing anything to punish their kid becuase he has cancer.

    Some of the saddest scenes involve Caillou fantasizing about what he wants to be when he grows up. Then his father being stabbed in the heart as he tells Caillou that he could do anything.

    The Caillou tragedy doesn't end there, while typing his name into google to learn how to spell it, I clicked on the Wikipedia article, it turns out the girl who played Caillou died in a car crash.

    This show is broadcasted in short, 5 minuet segments, along with live action segments that don't make any real sense. The actual animated parts of the show have a really weird off white soft focus around them, almost like they are a memory.

    My theory on the show is, its a first person view of Caillou on his death bed, with his life flashing before his eyes, along with day dreams that would fill the mind of a four year old.

    Caillou is about death.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on July 29, 2012
    • filed in Realizations
    • 6 comments
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    Datura, The Secret Path To Hell

    First off, never do it, the problem with Datura is that it isn't regulated at all, becuase its made by nature, one seed can have a 20 times higher dose than another, you could get a dry mouth, or end up in a mental institution for 2 weeks until you come down. This is my experience with one terrible drug.

    I was visiting a friend in Oregon, he had a house really deep in the woods, I had to hike for 3 hours just to reach it, since I didn't have a dirt bike, which would probably be the only thing that could traverse the road to his house. When I reached the house at about seven, more like a cabin actually, I found it to be quaint, he had about 4 generators in the basement, which powered the cabin, he had somewhere around 70 full gas canisters in the shed by a stream out back, we went inside, I had no idea how he got a fridge out into the woods, and still don't, but we had frozen pizza for dinner.

    After dinner, we burned a couple bowls, then, he told me that he had some Jamison Weed, we divided it up between us, and ingested it. I can usually remember drug trips pretty well, but this drug was a totally different animal. We felt pretty good for about an hour, then things started to get trippy, the walls were breathing, objects seemed to be moving around, but after an hour of this, things started getting fucked up. The room was lit up by a single over head light, and a small light on a coffee table. I was soon scared at the light, it made me uneasy to look at, soon it started burning my eyes, I closed them, but it was still there, burning me, my friend told me "This must have been some shitty product, right?" but his voice sounded like a demon, and he wouldn't stop talking, I couldn't hear the words he was saying anymore, but his demonic voice grew louder and louder, it was inside my head, I was crying becuase the light hurt so bad. I tried running out of the house, but perspectives started violently shifting, I couldn't tell how tall I was, how big anything was, or how far away it was, I stumbled outside, puked all over myself, I couldn't even tell I was puking until I smelled it, I ran into the forest, my eyes were burning, they hurt so bad, I jumped into a stream, and started splashing water onto my eyes.

    But I noticed something was moving in the water, little parasitical worms, they started jumping up out of the water, and burrowing into my skin, into my eyes, I felt them swimming around inside my body, I ran deep into the woods. Perspective was shifting so violently that I kept running into trees. I had a giant gash on my forehead, I felt the blood coming out, I saw a giant worm come out, so I started bashing my head against a tree, as hard as I could, to kill the worm, but it wouldn't die. I hit my head so hard that I fell to the ground with a concussion, on the ground, I saw an extremely bright light floating through the woods, a demon with a flash light started talking to me with his demonic voice, I can't remember anything at all after this, I ended waking up 10 days later, in my friends guest bed room, I stayed at his house a few more days, then went home.

    What had happened in those ten days, according to my friend, was that he found me in the woods about an 8th of a mile away from his house after an hour of looking for me, he had to carry me back home, where I started smearing blood from my forehead and drawing pictures on the wall, he had to tie me to a bed frame with my head facing down hanging over the edge so when I puked it would be in a bucket. I was constantly screaming and babbling nonsense, I wouldn't eat for the next couple days, I shit my pants twice, and pissed everywhere. I then went into a sort of coma until I woke up a few days later, took a shower, helped clean up my poor friends house, then went back to sleep.

    All of which I have no recollection of.

    Stay the fuck away from Datura, man.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on November 1, 2012
    • filed in Experiences
    • 2 comments
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    Red Feds Art Challenge

    Every week Sunday there will be a topic posted. You will have until Saturday to upload a picture on the subject, but this is no art class, the topics will be extremely absurd and strange, but broad enough for creativity to come through. There is no prize, no penalties, and no hate, this will be a way for all the artists out in LK land to have a foundation to build on, to be inspired by. Any media is fine, whether it be a scribbling in MS Paint, or an oil painting that took 6 hours.

    http://lazykush.com/forums/topic/625/red-feds-art-challenge/view/post_id/4735
    • by ThomasChong
    • on September 20, 2012
    • filed in Philosophy
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    Extra-Long Ghetto Plastic Finger Nails

    Every product has some kinda reason for em', like the grill, nice product.

    Maybe these were used by ancient peoples, as body armor, like chain-mail. When-ever a warrior killed another warrior, he would take one and put it on his finger, the more exuberant and numerous of the fingernails, the better the warrior.

    To prove their worth, women would also collect them too, but, with time, it went out of fashion with the men, and, with new laws saying how "people shouldn't "Murder" each other" they just bought them in stores.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on March 29, 2012
    • filed in Realizations
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    Prisioners Story

    True! Without a doubt, I had always seemed to express the care and wonder of myself. “The child’s insane; he has no grasp on reality!” I had overheard my mother say at the age of six. What fools they were mocking me, I was in another world, a world where I could control anything I wanted. No walls to contain me, I was without a care. Free.
    They came and locked me away, tortured me, telling me, “Go to your world”. They ruined me, broke me, I no longer could go back to the place of wonder I had once ventured, no, I was trapped in an oblivion of pain and despair. I was trapped there, never uttering a word, never trying to venture out of my padded cell, I was alone.
    Days went by, months, years. They meant nothing, life, meant nothing. I knew the reason for me being in that place, I knew why they had turned a child into what stands before you today, but, I didn’t know how. How they could look into my screaming face, and feel no remorse. I saw no emotion, just the bland gas masks. I wanted them to feel the pain I was feeling. I decide that I wouldn’t give the satisfaction of hearing my screams, I would just lie there, emotionless.
    There were other children, I would see them behind my glass mirror, hours, days even, I would pound and yell, desperate for them to hear me. I had but one friend, my small desk in the corner of the room, I would sit at it to stare, and crawl under it to cry. I was pathetic. Such a wreak of a human being.

    I was at this facility, as far as I knew it was the whole world to me. Eventually I began developing powers, I could move things, not by touching them, looking at them. It started out slow I was staring at one of the crayons at my desk, for about half an hour I looked at it. Then a flash of blue light, and it shot across the room, in less than a minute, guards rushed in, taking me back to the injection chair. I had grown accustom to the torture now, as long as I felt pain I knew I was alive.

    The guards often made me fight against the other kids, betting on us, like dogs. It all became so hazy after the first punch, they would have to pull one of us off of each other at the end, to avoid fatalities. One time, I concentrated so hard at a fight, I pulled one of the guards benches off the wall and crushed my opinionate against a wall with it. There weren’t any fights after that.

    I remember the day I escaped, I was looking at the window, seeing the guards mow down a group of rushing children, they were rebelling. Behind me my cell door opened, a single guard approached me, I threw my desk across the room at him. It broke.
    Running down the hall ways, looking for a way out, I found it at the end of a hallway full of dead guards, the second I tasted fresh air I knew I would have to run, and I’ve been running ever since, and I won’t stop now.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on March 10, 2012
    • filed in What If
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