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brothwizard · 5 months
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i feel insane for this glaze job
i’ve litchrally never tried these combinations or glazed in this way (i was inspired by @claypigeonpottery ‘s glazing style on that striped bowl)
spectrum kimchi in stripes on the inner bowl
PSH coppernican sky all over inside bowl (1 coat)
rim is spectrum texture autumn
yellow inside is spectrum texture leopard with dots of kimchi over top
dots of kimchi over top of coppernican sky
on the outside is 2coats of amaco smokey merlot
on outside beneath texture autum is a ring of texture leopard, a ring of kimchi, then two rings of coppernican sky
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lokahjarta · 3 months
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It's all made of Love.
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roadkillnroses · 4 months
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Last night I gave Dionysos wine and mugwort and prayed the Prayer of Discovery again. @thegodwhocums I think this is my fifth time. I heard Dio's voice in my head for the first time in a while. (He invited me to taste the wine for him, as if he needed to use my tongue to experience it.) I often struggle with whether I'm just imagining his presence, even though I know it's kind of a distinction without a difference.
One thing I've discovered is that I really like using mugwort! My dreams last night were quite interesting:
-sitting in an overgrown patch of grass, tearing up bits of it to feed to a woolly sheep. A second sheep comes barreling up and practically throws itself into my lap, seemingly jealous for attention and very cuddly. I end up carrying it over my shoulders back to its owner.
-I'm on a road trip with my dad when we stop at a food court to eat. It's the haunt of some people who I used to hang out with but don't anymore, so it's a bit awkward. Dad sets a plate in front of me that contains a whole cooked octopus. As I struggle to eat it, I hear people discussing religion- specifically contending over what some prophet said and what the words meant. I spit out the octopus as I just can't swallow it, not even a little piece.
Also during this seven-day experiment I've gotten the chance to give tarot readings for the first time in a while. It went pretty well, but I'm a little embarrassed to admit that it's more fun when the querent is a True Believer and thinks you're some kind of sorcerer even as you check the guidebook for every single card.
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a no-life NERD WHO HAS NEVER GOTTEN PUSSY BEFORE IN HIS LIFE
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animxpossessed · 1 month
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My Experience with Psychedelic Mushrooms as a Man with ASD and SZA: Part 1
I first started experimenting with psilocybin at the age of 17, during the summer following my Junior year of High School and preceding my Senior Year, in early July of 2021. My psychosis had yet to take hold. But I was experiencing strange muscle twitches that I thought to be transmissions from an unconscious, mute part of myself, responding to my every thought. And a strange sound that would seem to emerge from background noise, it sounded like Morse Code, or server room transmissions. Electrical noise seemed to make it worse. The sound would emerge from anything from crickets to fans to any generalized white noise in my environment.
I began to notice these frequently about a week before my first trip, they were preceded by roughly a year of prescription D-Amphetamine Sulphate abuse, and I had recently started experimenting with vaping high quantities of THC near constantly.
A 7g heroic dose of a strain of cubensis known among many as "Jedi Mind Fuck", and some Penis Envy, another strain of cube. This all equated to roughly 7 dried grams, and I had a THC edible of unknown strength, that was believed to be somewhere in the ballpark of 400mg.
The trip was spread out into a 2-2.5g starting dose, and a 4.5-5g redose 2-3 hours following the initial dosing. So not a solid simultaneous 7g to the dome.
Once it began to kick in after the initial dose we bought some supplies, most notably high Vitamin C Orange Juice, from the market. We then drove down to the local creek, I emptied my pockets of anything prone to water damage and dove into the water head first, running my hands through the rocks and basking in the vivid beauty and vibrancy of nature. It was as if viewing life through an 8k TV with extremely defined colors and a slight sharpness filter.
After we spent some time at the creek we decided to head back to our friends house. That's where it hit me. "I'm not tripping hard enough", so I ate the rest of the quarter hastily after a lot of heavy discouragement from my friends. One of which was a very experienced tripper.
After the redose begin to kick-in I began getting anxious and weary of my friends dog, and the potential to lose control. At one point the dog barked at me while I was zoning out and losing focus, just sort of blanking out, this startled me. A rush of Adrenaline surged through my blood and the painting on the wall in front of me began to expel and give off these waves of flowing psychedelic color coming from the edges of the frame and morphing into the wall it was fixed on.
After some heavily intoxicated thought, I asked my friends if it was alright for me to go home, as I wanted to just lay down in a dark room and limit the over-stimulation. After some consideration, they determined that I was handling it like a champ and let me go on my way. I grabbed my bike and realized I was too fucked up to ride a bike. So I then tried to walk it home, passing through our friends next door neighbors front yard. Before I could reach the other end of the yard a sudden feeling overtook me "I can't continue, because I don't know what to do or for that matter know anything". It was strange. I still had access to my ability to reason, and my memories, but they seemed distant and unreal, and my new sense of real was replaced by this utter sense of bewilderment. I let my bike fall, and laid down in the lawn.
After some time the residents in the house of said lawn, came out to question, "Why is a confused, disheveled and bearded boy of 17 dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket, and bearing an uncanny resemblance to the stereotypical whitewashed conception of Jesus of Nazareth in my front lawn? ". They asked me what I was doing in their lawn and all I could muster was "TRIPPING, I'm TRIPPING BALLSSSSS I tooooOK AllAAT of MUSHROOOMS". I then began to repeat the name of my mother, and the current name (presently her deadname) of my love interest at the time, conveniently both names began with the same letter, making my extremely bewildering life a lot easier.
From there the first responders came. I was first questioned by cops who confiscated my THC Oil Pen. Followed by paramedics asking me what went wrong. I remember worrying the cops were going to assault, grope, or harm me in some way as they stood over piss soaked me (during the trip, I couldn't find the restroom but my tripped out self was too paranoid and anxious to ask for specific directions and guidance, so when I gave in to defeat in the neighbors front lawn, I also let my self succumb to my bladders desires.)
I remember being loaded onto the gurney, and thinking "what if they're taking me to their dungeon". And continuing to think so as I rode in the ambulance. At some point I blacked out in the ambulance, and sometimes I can still feel the feeling of the clammy, earthy, mushroom scented sweat that I felt, and I've had disembodied voices claiming to be paramedics tell me that they need to put an IV in my arm because I'm bleeding out from my head. Insisting that they are trying to help me. Accompanied by the tactile hallucination of a paramedic raising my arm, accompanied by my arm mysteriously raising itself without my intent. This "flashback-esque incident" occurred about 1.5-2 years after the trip, after smoking 2-3 bowls of ~47% THC Infused Bud/Moon Rocks. At the time I was going through about an 8th of moonrocks a day.
In the hospital, I began believing I was in some metaphorical dream world meant to represent purgatory, or something akin to a bardo. I began to believe nothing I did or said mattered or had consequence. So I began screaming whatever came to my mind. Asking the male nurses to, I paraphrase, "Fuck me like the little slut I am daddy make me your bitch". I also began to yell things I cannot even remember, but I remember saying "I love you baby" a lot, and according to my dad, who was alerted to my location in the hospital and arrived about 1-3 hours into my hospitalization, I could not shut up about my current love interest, (who still has left the biggest mark on my psyche as compared to anyone else I've met to this day). He stated that I was proclaiming my phallus to be 9 inches and that it fit perfectly into her (different pronouns at the time, using present day out of respect) asshole, and how apparently she was a red hot lover. During my trip I also experienced the solipsistic fear that the only beings to ever exist were me and the sadistic god that created my reality, and showed me relative normality just so I'd miss it when he plunged me into a life of suffering and surreal chaos. The song "Movember" by Mom Jeans occurred to me as I mentioned this fear. Specifically the line "The doctors said you would be fine".
When I finally came down (enough) to be discharged from my hospital bed, I realized that everything I had just experienced was indeed real, or at least seemingly real in my current state. I proclaimed "I have never felt so alive" after the horror and embarrassment quickly faded and gave way to exhilaration and amazement, and gratitude that I'd finally be let go from the cold, sterile environment full of alarming and foreboding bleeps and bloops that is the hospital.
My dad drove me back to his place, as my mom was pissed and didn't know much about shrooms aside from what she had learned from growing up in the 60s and occasionally listening to psychedelic rock.
On the drive back the stars twinkled intensely seemingly blinking rapidly. Everything looked sublime, vivid, vibrant, and sharp. I felt this sense of positivity and excitement, I kept going on about this "Light that runs through everything and everyone" that I first began to mention in my love interests at the time soon to be S.O and present day ex's car during the first part of my trip, right before I redosed. Only me and my love interest were tripping but a majority of us were stoned. She never redosed and stuck with the initial dose.
The next post in this series will cover the experience the following days during the afterglow, quitting Dexedrine, and the like. I may also make a albeit much shorter post solely dedicated to my experience with Dexedrine (the aforementioned prescription grade D-Amphetamine Sulphate Instant Release pills). As they are also a massive part of my lore. That concludes this post. Thank you for reading and sticking with it.
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leftfield-fm · 1 month
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Scott Ross says of that evening:
The first time I dropped pills was with Brian. I think I knew even then that one day he was going to kill himself with an overdose. He went at it in a crazy way, mixing ups and downs, red pills, yellow pills, pills with stripes on them. “You ought to try this,” Brian said, handing me a fistful of multi-coloured capsules. I don’t think even he knew what they were. Somebody had given them to him and Brian was the kind to try anything. …a party was going on, had been going on for four days. Brian popped four of the pills into his mouth. “Groovy,” he said. I took two of them and they were groovy all right! When we walked back into the party a little later, I felt like I was the tallest one in the room. “Let’s go over to my hotel,” Brian said. “I’ve got some of the good stuff, straight from Mexico.” I had never smoked marijuana, but the mood I was in, anything sounded good. As Brian’s chauffeur-driven Cadillac was heading crosstown, the street-lights began to look brown to me. I figured it was the pills. But then they went out altogether. The lights in the stores were out, too. I rolled down the window. Women were screaming. “Maybe the world is coming to an end,” Brian said. The traffic lights weren’t working and the limousine slowed to a crawl. Automobile headlights were the only illumination on the streets. At last, our driver weaved his way through the snarl to the hotel. I wouldn’t have believed it. In spite of the weird, blacked-out city, there was a group of teeny-boppers in front of the main entrance waiting for Brian to come back. “There he is!” they shouted. “Quick!” said Brian. He pushed me through the service door and waved to the man on duty. Obviously, the guy had been through this before, because he had the door locked behind us almost before we were through it. He handed us a candle and showed us how to get up to the lobby since the elevators weren’t working. The lobby, too, was candle-lit. We climbed a lot of flights to Brian’s suite. We were taking our coats off when there was a knock on the door. Brian took the candle and opened it. It was Bob Dylan with a bunch of people. “It’s an invasion from Mars,” said Bob. They all came in and we stood at Brian’s windows looking out over the dark city. It was wild, like Glasgow in the war. “Let’s turn on,” said Bob. “What better time? The little green men have landed.” Brian rolled me my first marijuana cigarette. Neither he nor Bob could believe that I had never smoked pot. By now, they were saying on the transistor radio that the blackout was probably nothing more than a massive power failure. But we knew better. It was the end of the world and we were going out on cloud nine.
That night, Brian took part in a jam session with Dylan, Robbie Robertson and Bobby Neuwirth in his room. They played acoustic guitars by candle-light, but there was no power to record the music: this session was always referred to later as “The Lost Jam.”
excerpt from Bill Wyman's memoir, Stone Alone
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lexispromise · 6 months
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Took a microdose over an hour ago. Don’t feel shit cmmon
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thebatfliesagain · 8 months
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The bat, Kings Island (Formerly Top Gun (1993-2006, Flight Deck 2006-2014).
-Photo taken by me. Please do not use it for anything. [7/12/23]
7/12/23 trip:
-I rode every coaster at the park that day, except for Invertigo, Backlot Stunt Coaster, and the Great Pumpkin coaster.
-rode The Bat a total of 6 times that day. Got to talk to the ride operators a little about how I'd like to be a ride op for Bat/Drop, and they noticed me on every re-ride.
-Last ride of the night on The Bat. Had to run from Banshee to Bat at 9:57. As soon as I got to the stairs up to the station, "This will be the last ride of the night on The Bat. If you wish to ride, please be in the station before this next train comes in." Only 4 other people on the last train, and they were all in the front cart. I ended up getting in the very back, to the right.
-train was completely empty before us. Ride op: "Alright, guys, as this comes to a full stop, please release your restraints and exit to the left. However, there's nobody on this train, so that's not much of an issue".
-another ride op had noticed my Weezer shirt, and commented on it during dispatch.
Overall, The Bat has an awesome night ride, and it's usually pretty dead, so it's easy to get front or back.
-Final train ran during the fireworks. Very cool going up the lift hill.
Rides ridden:
-The Bat (6x)
-Orion (3x)
-Diamondback (3x)
-Banshee (2x)
-Flight of Fear
-Racer (red, blue was down)
-Mystic Timbers
-The Beast
-Adventure Express
-Flying Ace Areal Chase
-Woodstock Express
-Whitewater Canyon
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sanguivores · 4 months
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anon takes datura
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brothwizard · 23 days
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Underglaze ran quite a bit on the other side, but I’m happy with it! Vape rig bud vase painted in an Eastern European traditional folk art style. I made it as a birthday gift for my dad who owns a vape shop!
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4-HO-MET: Ego corrodes
Yesterday I had somewhere between 30 and 37 mg of a tryptamine hallucinogen analogue of psilocybin. I set my intention to be more patient, to reduce “friction” in relationships and to deal with my ego.  I got what I bargained for.
For future reference, I dosed at 4:20 and was certainly coming up by 4:50, entering peak around 5:15, and the peak lasted until just before 7:00. I was down by 10:00 but didn’t sleep well. 
In the come up I was feeling like I was in a humid tropical place and I had to choose to submit to the oncoming wave of dizzying intensity where nothing felt right except lying on the floor. Playing guitar was difficult, holding a pen was difficult, walking or standing was difficult, talking or listening was difficult.
The ceiling erupted into rapidly flowing interlocking patterns that pulsed with subtle color. Shadows crept and the whole world pulsed and stretched. Looking at different objects around the room changed my headspace dramatically enough that I had to just pick something to stare at. I picked the light fixture on the ceiling, which I was communicating with as if it was God.
During the peak I had to deal with the “baggage,” which seemed to be about how many logical inconsistencies that were present in my behavior. I became a spectator of my own neural pathways and assumptions, and felt as though I had been living in and reacting to a delirious environment.
I had been stubborn and closed minded, thinking I was too smart to listen to other people or try something like therapy, which it turns out I could really benefit from. I am too impatient to do things properly the first time. I fail to adequately express my needs clearly and try to simply endure frustration endlessly while projecting this frustration onto other people. 
I want to be free of paranoia and anger and to become more down to earth. I don’t want to feel like I’m living life alone. I wondered if I practice what I preach. If I come across as “cringe.” I had put up so much resistance to gratitude and peaceful coexistence with the bogeyman society and the people around me that represented it. I discovered aspects of myself that puzzled me. Am I a person who compulsively collects seeds? And what’s with this entire department dedicated to marijuana!?  I discovered that I have a lot of shame and shamelessness, flipping between a crassness and secrecy around recreational drug use ( finding out that I was a recreational drug user made no sense to me during the trip). . . always planning when I can use again or where or hoping to buy this or that novel hallucinogen.   I decided marijuana is like some kind of toxic ex-lover that I can’t move on from. It’s not therapeutic like classical psychedelics. I often don’t even enjoy it and just feel compelled to let it send me into a hole on the weekend.  It is a noise that drowns everything else out and can even inflate the ego or entrench habit. It tends towards more abstract esoteric territory as opposed to the healing and emotional experience that I had on 4-HO-MET. So as much as it pains me to say, I may take an extended break on marijuana. 
I was afraid of a serious dose of a classical psychedelic for so long and it was frustrating letting myself pussyfoot around taking a committed dose. I think it is better to have five dried grams on every solstice and equinox than to dabble with 2 grams once a month and have to distract or entertain myself for the majority of the experience... and then to “have to” use marijuana to kick it into interesting territory. I don’t know what I was so afraid of. As some kind of self-proclaimed shaman type I really didn’t have much of any spiritual, transcendent or bizarre otherworldly exploration- marijuana is more likely to produce that kind of self indulgent psychedelia for me- I stayed mostly embodied on the planet while my mind turned inside out. This experience wasn’t exactly recreational. 
It’s really hard to explain how it felt to be exposed to your own mental circuitry in such a way. I wondered how anyone could tolerate me with all this contradictory maladaptive wiring. Having foolish pride challenged was exactly what I needed, and I plan to go forward with these things in mind. And now I have to decide if I am on the right path, or what that looks like.
Cheers
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roadkillnroses · 9 months
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Some stuff Artemis said today
"Think of the Moon, how its light shines on everything. I can see just as far as my brother."
"I like this monsterfucker stuff you're on lately. It's important that you never forget you are a beast. "
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1medis · 1 year
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dialmforolrik · 1 year
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I remember this one time during a DMT flash there was this weird "dude" (not that he was anthropomorphic of anything, but he definitely gave off these just-some-guy vibes) made of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture and the smell of wet dirt but in the form of a small rubber dog toy. He was like "oh booy, look how I can streeeetch!". And then he bended till he had the shape of a cathedral, except the cathedral was built with the taste the color purple would have if you could lick it. Anyway I think about that guy at least once a week. Hope he's having fun wherever he is.
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bumbis · 10 months
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Went to Kennywood today! Genuinely forgot how fun riding stuff could be.
Phantom's revenge my beloved is the main reason I went, I love it sm, rode it three times in the back. I can't help but have the goofiest smile on my face, even into the last airtime hill where the photo op is I'm always cheesin' in the picture. :D < me
I ALSO rode thunderbolt, god what a weird ride, I love it but its broken up into a bunch of different sections. Great if you go with someone you're really close with because you can have em' push into you or vice versa. FAIR WARNING you cannot ride thunderbolt alone. sometimes they'll get a ride op to ride with you.
Then I waited 30 minutes for Steel Curtain. I've always been pretty skeptical of this ride, from the themeing to the manufacturer to the really unimpressive ride I had in 2021, I never liked it. It looks great though. I got on it and GOD nevermind. I don't know how but in 60 degrees after it just finished sprinkling it blew me away. I got a back row ride (a lot of people love row 3 or 4 so I didn't know if the back was the best) it didn't matter, fun from start to finish. It's relentless. Maybe I just went when it was running good but it's a beast. I have phantom over it still but I completely get it if you think it's the best in the park, S&S did a great job. I think it's an elite ride maybel
Lastly, I rode Skyrocket two times because the line was short, it was the only ride running two trains. I rode in the front row for the first ride and the first 15 seconds or so are really fun! The midcourse brake run kills the pace though. It crawls through the 20-30 second 2nd half. Apparently Kennywood wanted the ride to stand high off the ground so the turnpike could be installed back under, but this never happened and the ride suffers from it. I went on again in the second or third row and jesus. those restraints suck. For reference I am about 6' 1" and skinny with long legs and i was in pain waiting to get out. If you're at all tall I say wait for the front of either car (rows 1 or 4) because I think they have extra leg room. If you're heavier I'm sorry but this ride will probably not be for you. Which sucks because just about every other kennywood coaster is pretty accommodating!
Overalls I had a great time, it was pretty gloomy outside but it was fun regardless! If you can make it out to kennywood I highly recommend it! Ranking: 1. Phantom's revenge 2. Steel curtain 3. Thunderbolt 4. Sky rocket 5. Jack Rabbit 6. Racer if you have somebody to race, otherwise exterminator.
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nothofagus-archive · 1 year
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"Perito Moreno" (2013)
Hello back! I've been out in a trip the last days, and the above archieved painting depicts one of the places i've been to ^^
Long story short: spent some days in el Chaltén, and El Calafate (both cities in Santa Cruz, Argentina) .
In the latter, I took two tours where I saw and approached via boat/Catamarán a bunch of amazing glaciers, the above included, but also Spegazzini and Upsala (all lake glaciers) plus two hanging ones (one was called Seco, the other I think was called High?). For Perito Moreno, I also spent some time in the walkways by it. There were also Icebergs in the lake (Argentino), which was super sweet!
I also went to a nature reserve in Calafate, where I saw an amazing amount of bird species. This all was -very summarized- from half of Wednesday 19 to Friday 22.
However, in the former town, El Chaltén -which is full of absolutely gorgeous hiking trails, that I enjoyed to the max, literally hiked as much as humanely possible. First day (Sunday the 16th) I arrived I midday AND still went or three tiny hikes (Los Condores, las Aguilas and Chorrilo waterfall, all 1 to 3 km long). Saw spectacled ducks on the way to the last one, a protected species- Andean Condors were over the town literally at all times, loved that. Second day (monday 17th) I hiked up to the base of Fitz Roy mountain, and was absolutely gorgeous. Not only the landscappery was breathtaking, but also, there's two trails you can take (go through Pilar trail, and back through Fitz roy trail so you maximize landscappery seen). The solemn calm of the forest and remote mountain lakes at sundown blew my mind over and over. There was a beutifully "singing" glacier at some point -called Piedras Blancas IIRC-, in a mountain.
And not only that, back throuh Fitz Roy trail around 7 pm I managed to see (and photograph!) a very, very hard to see native species, which is also endangered and of special importance to me and my art. Will share the photos later (maybe tomorrow) but if anyone guesses which species this is, I will draw a character for you for free!
Tuesday 18th another amazing hike to Torres Laguna, and what litle I had left of Wednesday before the van to calafate picked me up, was spent exploring a wee bit of Paredón (a rocky wall by the town) and the way to Chorrillo fall, which is beautiful but which I hurried through the first day-
Saturday I took a plane back to a town roughly 200 km away from mine-, where I spent Sat night to most Sunday with friends, and Sunday night I drove back to my town (I had left my car in said town, at their house).
So yeah, may share a handful select photos maybe tomorrow, I am still exhausted, but it was an amazing trip thorough and thorough, not a single instant to be wasted!
Will do more archieving tomorrow, if later today i am not too exhausted ^^
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