Lipbalm mate, no, Tsath isn't based in afghanistan, or pakistan, or any other squalid, islamfestation-saturated 'stan, but in the UK, when he's not holidaying below the south pacific in sunny R'yleh.
Doesn't grow them in his garden at home, although if some turn up he doesn't uproot them either.
Rather he travels to waste ground, all over the area scattering seed, not so much johnny appleseed, more toady poppyseed, lol. Yes, the UK, complete with its UK climate. His garden could only hope
to provide him with a few weeks a year of pod tea, or if refined a small serving of the dipropionylpantopon that Tsath' favors over almost all other opioids that he has tried.
However, if doing it the guerrilla grow style one is effectively limited only by how much seed one has the capability to transport, a tip-Try to scout before actually going to do your planting. Find yourself a few choice wilding locations, doesn't have to be THAT wild, just a bit off the beaten path. Depending on density of planting. Dense stands could attract attention, but if dispersed a bit then it looks a lot like weeds growing to a lot of people.
And in any case people are, surprisingly enough, at least in this country, the UK, and parts of it he has experience of being in, largely, it appears, ignorant of the properties of poppy pods. They often just don't KNOW that opium comes from THOSE poppies, even if they know it does come from *A* poppy. They don't, far more often than not, in Tsath's personal experience of other people commenting on poppy pods or their use.
His neighbor didn't know what toady was doing when she saw him about to sling a bunch of thoroughly well all-stewed-out, exhausted pod slops onto the garden, asked, as she is a keen gardener. And was really surprised to learn that those flowers she herself also had growing in the garden (no, toady didn't steal her flowers, he wouldn't do that, shes a lovely girl, got a partner sadly, as she seems somewhat aspie-like and shes an absolute stunner, a real tazer-made-(very tasty looking)-flesh. Shit, shes practically a fucking PIKL on legs
But she didn't know that what Tsath had been preparing was in fact, opium tea, and that they do indeed produce enough here in the UK climate, to make them worthewhile. Indeed they furnish him the very finest of all opioids, at least, of all that he has tried, that being pantopon, thats had the codeine stripped out to render the end product refined almost-full-spectrum alkaloid isolate, after hitting it with propionyl chloride and TETA, the codeine though, has to go, before the product is rendered safe for intravenous use. (Codeine can cause such intense histamine release on being IV'ed that pulmonary oedema results. Not his idea of a nice relaxing nod, drowning in his own juices....for some strange reason that really just doesn't hold much appeal to him
It does have a bit of a rough edge to it if IV'ed, probably there are still traces of codeine present, although evidently, harmless ones once one actually applies oneself to its removal (and of course, it can be saved for a rainy day, or just swallowed dissolved in a glass of coke or something functionally equivalent. Irn bru seems to taste a little less foul if saturated with codeine (less foul that is with respect to that same quantity of codeine dissolved in another drink, not trying to persuade anyone that dumping some codeine in a glass of pop will make that pop taste better, it doesn't, isn't and won't ever taste anything but rancid, not that toady feels it likely anybee will think it likely for that to bee anything other than the case, not at least, if they have ever tasted a mouthful of raw codeine base or its salts when its just come out of the pod isolate.)
His neighbor really didn't have a clue what lurked within her poppies, although tsath did tell her, and offer to share his product, although was declined politely (he didn't really have to worry about doing so, since she is by now pretty well used to the sight of a gas-mask-clad, a' begloven and begoggled toady beavering away in the garden when he can't do whatever it is indoors for safety's sake. (he's always careful when doing that though that it be a task to be undertaken outside, that it isn't handling anything that could put the neighbors or his folks in danger. Being at ground zero himself, standing at the workbench, thats Tsath's own choice to make, his own flesh and blood that would be spilled in case of him fucking things up, that is fair enough for him to exercise such a choice, he just doesn't believe it his choice to expose anybody else, save by consent or request.
She and her other half though have lived nearby long enough to have seen it all, so to speak, all the flasks, beakers, condensers, sep-funnels, sohxlet-s test tubes, tubing, torches and gas tanks; probably witnessed more than just the one very occasional dive out the back door with a smoking, steaming and sizzling beaker of fuckknowswhat by now, and knows quite certainly that he's not allahsturbating, only a mix of spesh-as-hell spazz hobbyist, and clandestine chemist, seasoned with more than a little sprinkling of artist, who happened to be born being to a paintbrush about
as developed and innate a talent, as your average chimpanzee, and to poetry, he hasn't exactly tried, but when having to take art back when he was in school, and english, both of which attempted to coax some out of tsath, wished they hadn't. He got told not to bother taking art at GCSE option level, and rightly so. If the teacher hadn't told him, toady would have told himself.
But when it comes to the sciences, well thats something else entirely. Got to be one of the things toady appreciates most about the clandestine-cum-hobbyist approach, the atmosphere in the lab. Not the one that frequently requires a gas mask or diving air supply, but the nontangible, aesthetic one about that kind of lab, and the culture one finds in places like this, WD, blacklight ; and of course, the hive, back in its glory days. The couch...and the den of iniquity no less, thats some funny shit sometimes. Back in the day, staying up all night flitting between the lab and the pc, pure hilarity abounded.
Toady isn't what anyone would call a tweaker, but when a lot of like minded users includes a large dose of tweakerdom, it really can't end up being much else.
And Tsath agrees, lipbalm, that really despite what some irresponsible sacks of dog shit may claim, or do, that throws an uglier shadow than those we needs must in this governmental climate, exist within over our art and science, we if we choose to engage in the hobbies that we do and follow the procedures which use or produce chemicals which are themselves often as not, pretty toxic, either directly, to our environment, or both, we DO owe it to others not to act like a dick hole, and not contaminate others/the environment either with reagent, or with end product.
Unless a chemist happens to be lucky enough to live out in the sticks away from urban areas, then working with the likes of fent (borderline when it comes to acceptability, if someone's responsible, 100x morphine's base strength is about the limits of what Tsath would consider acceptable for a compound capable of producing lethality with ease in the event of overexposure. BUT, he agrees only with in that sort of agents case, use by the creator of the drug, upon the person of same. Or by others in partnership with the person(s) working on it by common consent. Not with commercial supply. Tsath is fairly confident others here will share the stance that regulation, and especially under threat of assault, bald theft and kidnap as we regrettably risk in pursuing our calling should never be used to intimidate us, and our like-minded fellows from pursuing that calling. But will probably bee singing from the same bible, if not the same hymn sheet or psalm when he says he thinks it fair enough, if people contaminate the land we all have to live in, and from. Or who expose people who do not consent to be exposed, then really an arse kicking isn't particularly undeserved if harm results. Toady doesn't mean your odd slick of vac pump oil spilled, or a splash of HCl or caustic on the grass, sure he doesn't, but for those who are just so utterly irredeemably cuntish that they for instance, dump mercury waste down the john, or who dump it in fifty liter drums like complete fucking cretinous inbred redneck hick fucks, they are no better than the drivers caught by the DEA birching in pop bottles down their pants whilst on the road.
(no, he's not joking, he actually has read of an account, by the DEA themselves, of catching at least one meth cook driving down a motorway, with a bottle of anhydrous ammonia, a plastic pop bottle no less, down their kecks, actually busted in mid Birch-B)
Tsath is no stranger to improvising a solution to a lab problem. But at least those problems were tackled IN the a lab. The only time he's come within a million miles of a down-the-undies birch-B, would be having someone wellmeaning but a little....well he wasn't a chemist, just somebody who meant well, gut one of his E-fag batteries that failed on him and toss the resulting chunk of metal into his lap meaning to have given a gift, not some form of nadger-selective incendiary device whilst Tsath was sitting there quite innocently, watching TV. That was a hairy enough event (he means the actual experience, not his very-nearly-scorched dangly bits) without adding the quadruple hazards of distracted driving, possibly squashing somebody/ending up resembling a tub of SPAM, losing pseudo, and a flimsy PET (!) pop bottle full of highly basic, bloody corrosive cryogenic condensed gas sharing a bunk with Mr.Dick and the two lodgers who are to be found hanging out behind his house.
Toady does not, however, believe it to be somehow inherently 'immoral' (lol) to synth meth. Why should it bee? when a great many of the bees and gurrls that share our collective propensity for psychotropics would not similarly condemn either the user/producer of say, some exotic DARI or DA/NE releaser type stimulant. Seems odd to condemn the substance itself, or its more responsible users/cooks when not applying the same principle to other psychostimulants. Whats the difference? nothing, in Tsath's opinion save for two things only.
One of them is the relative ease with which meth may be prepared. And the other (which is more unsderstandable really, and not entirely incomprehensible, if in his opinion, nevertheless somewhat misguided all the same) is the demographic of users who don't give a tinker's titty about the environment, and who's appreciation of safety procedure probably ends at not injecting the post-birch mixture whilst still in liquid annie with bits of bronze floating about in the rig (not that it wouldn't come out of the needle tip in an ammonia fountain, or just blow the thing through the air like a dart gun/blow the plunger out/send the barrel and tip flying like a rocket due to warming up, evaporating and building up pressure if somebody were brainless enough to try of course)
Lol that driver Tsath read about in the DEAnus bust, IIRC it was in an issue of ?g, that kind of poster child for the campaign to legalize postnatal abortion, with that kind of bellend loose on the roads of the US, its not all that much of a wonder really to be honest, that the DEArseholes tar everybody with the same brush as that ball-bag-birching, evidently brainless little chickenfucker richly deserved. With twats like that on the same nominal side in the 'WoD', who NEEDS enemy combatants when coming under that kind of (electride-)blue on (electride-) blue fire ?
But sadly, the deserved hatred they pour forth upon such complete and utter cretinous, failed throwbacks to the protozoal domain of life, spills over onto the rest of us.
Shite like ballsack birching,
??, 'cheese' kiddie heroin (yegods, ain't that just one of the ugliest phrases you ever did see, 'kiddie heroin', fuckin'ell'
) as well as the occasional true personal tragedy, like the case of the frozen addicts (MPTP resulting from a sloppy batch of a pethidine analog, resulting in instant parkinson's of a truly shocking, and absolutely horrific severity to a couple who had been making the drug without issue until they shortcut the synth by heating to get their gear ready quicker. Poor, poor bastards), that all gets used
to stack the decks and weight the dice against us.
Tsath thinks the responsible element should show themselves (not literally) to bee responsible by our conduct, and separate us from both the moronic, and the violent criminal commercial gangs, even for those who do engage in the commercial distribution of their efforts. At the same time though, he does find it quite frustrating that those of us who DO live by that small, but no less important for being lonesome, ethic as toady in that, and he himself, we can be as responsible as we like, we can be truly saintly, without comitting so much as the most minor sin, we can even scrub the last nanogram of dirt from beneath our fingernails and sink every penny not used to feed the lab and feed the chemist, into feeding the homeless and scrawny little famine orphans and live in rags like mother bloody theresa, yet by the very nature of the calling, its inherent need currently, for secrecy means that the only advertising that gets done, is to
air the horror stories. The many many benign tales, of hard working honest cooks, of those who don't sell a damn thing, and those of us like Tsath's own self, who are simply born with Hg swirling through our vasculature in lieu of blood and battery acid for lymph and who just don't KNOW of any other way to live (and who, for that matter, wouldn't change a thing if we did...jeezis', what a horrible, gutwrenchingly hideous, terrifying concept *shudders*) (hey, anybody got any persulfuric acid, HClO4, 90% H2O2 or perxenate handy and know how to do an ICV injection? because somebody prep 10cc of brain bleach, stat! before the patient ends up with PTSD https://thevespiary.org/talk/Smileys/default/shocked.gif
Toady over and out. (he better go up to his room and draw up the shot of cycli-morph he left out for himself in the morning, before retiring last night, before such a horrid thought makes his insides lose the fight to hold on to their recent filling of cola, chocolate trifle, fudge-brownie milk shake, strawberries, fried shiitake mushrooms and steak that formed today's breakfast and they end up as wall decor.