Latuca Serriola AKA Prickly Lettuce AKA that one-weed-you-see-growing-on the-street
Prickly Lettuce is not actually fatal. It’s technically poisonous but it is a very useful plant! It contains Lactucarium which is a sedative, it is a less powerful alternative to opium (which I’ll be discussing later). It is a good painkiller, and if eaten in large amounts can be used as a laxative. If you hold it for too long then it can irritate your skin, but it’s not even that bad. Pro? It can be found ANYWHERE!
Toxic rating: 1/10! It is just as bad as grass but twice as useful!
It literally can be found anywhere! It is pretty easy to spot, check the belly of the leaves for small prickly “thorns”.
Photographed here are the first female jurors to serve on a murder trial in England. The accused, George Arthur Bailey, was put on trial for the 1920 fatal poisoning of his pregnant wife, 22 year old Kate Lillian Bailey, and was found guilty of murder just four days later. Although the vast majority of the jurors remained male, the three women above helped to secure the death penalty in this case, which saw Bailey executed by hanging on 2nd March, 1921.
On April 19th 1943, Albert Hofmann decided to intentionally ingest 0.25 milligrams of his LSD-25 to confirm the true effects of the new drug. He believed this tiny amount to be a threshold dose, but soon realized he had underestimated the potency of his discovery. Within an hour, Hofmann was experiencing the radical mental perception shifts of humanity’s first acid trip. Since wartime restrictions prevented the use of motor vehicles, he asked his lab assistant to escort him home by bicycle, and hence the date became known as “bicycle day”. Once home on his couch and assured by his physician that he was not fatally poisoned, Hofmann began to enjoy his “trip”:
“… little by little I could begin to enjoy the unprecedented colors and plays of shapes that persisted behind my closed eyes. Kaleidoscopic, fantastic images surged in on me, alternating, variegated, opening and then closing themselves in circles and spirals, exploding in colored fountains, rearranging and hybridizing themselves in constant flux…”
I fucking love every single part of you
And I can already taste
The fatal poison; the fire that’s
Igniting the skin which covers my spine
And singes my hair, but
It’s already too late, because the glass is
Bottom’s up and its venom is
Sliding down my throat and,
In the end,
We both know I was the one
who lit the matches.
that mentality that being sick means you can’t use a computer is something i’ll never get. i could be dying of fatal radiation poisoning and i could still sit my stupid ass down and waste my final moments on the internet