a c222aveman, a savage, a primitive
Posted on Sat Jul 14 01:55:00 UTC 2007
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Codeine: it's no morphine. Well, actually it is. Codeine is a prodrug, metabolises into morphine at the rate of %5-%10 per milligram. Mixed with alcohol (as you might imagine) it's even better than expected, the truth is: I was born with a club in my hand. Reality isn't merely what you believe, more importantly it's what you can enforce, reality is what you can inflict on other people.
So warm. So wonderful. Can it be a coincidence that opiates, the most effective physical analgesics known to man, also function as extremely powerful painkillers for the various spiritual ills and cancerous maladies of the soul, those as we might find listed in red ink at the very back of the medical manuals? Correlation and causation are sometimes confusing things. I know I shouldn't, but I might pop another. Let's forget the hurt for a moment. Another beer? Why not. A crude weapon. A blunt instrument. A rock to the back of the head. Oh my god, sweet jesus, I feel so relaxed.
My life is piece of litmus paper, I was dipped at birth in an unknown chemical and then examined: is it pass or fail? am I an acid or a base?, or am I just: a piece of coloured cardboard dropped in ordinary tap water. I want to sleep with all my female friends (even you Tria): does this gross you out? it should. The things I'd like to do to you, all of you, have already done, on the sly, just quietly, in the black satin sheeted privacy of my mind. Life flows in a series of cascades, awkward but natural.
She asked me if I loved her and I told her the truth.
222
I might pop another.
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Always save one for the morning.
Codeine: it's no morphine. Well, actually it is. Codeine is a prodrug, metabolises into morphine at the rate of %5-%10 per milligram. Mixed with alcohol (as you might imagine) it's even better than expected, the truth is: I was born with a club in my hand. Reality isn't merely what you believe, more importantly it's what you can enforce, reality is what you can inflict on other people.
So warm. So wonderful. Can it be a coincidence that opiates, the most effective physical analgesics known to man, also function as extremely powerful painkillers for the various spiritual ills and cancerous maladies of the soul, those as we might find listed in red ink at the very back of the medical manuals? Correlation and causation are sometimes confusing things. I know I shouldn't, but I might pop another. Let's forget the hurt for a moment. Another beer? Why not. A crude weapon. A blunt instrument. A rock to the back of the head. Oh my god, sweet jesus, I feel so relaxed.
My life is piece of litmus paper, I was dipped at birth in an unknown chemical and then examined: is it pass or fail? am I an acid or a base?, or am I just: a piece of coloured cardboard dropped in ordinary tap water. I want to sleep with all my female friends (even you Tria): does this gross you out? it should. The things I'd like to do to you, all of you, have already done, on the sly, just quietly, in the black satin sheeted privacy of my mind. Life flows in a series of cascades, awkward but natural.
She asked me if I loved her and I told her the truth.
222
I might pop another.
---
Always save one for the morning.