Me and the dragon can chase all this pain away.

[mrtilley]

Nausea becomes a part of me so inherently that I forget whether I am the nausea or if I really am me experiencing it. I mention to Carlene about how when once I took Hawaiian Baby Woodrose and I could not tell if I was thirsty, or if I was my thirst personified. Just like my dextromethoraphan force-fed self-execution, I can't remember anything

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[ravieslave]

Dream addicts seem more innocuous in the scheme of everything.

You are An Addict's Prayerbook, though it references only a few of the multitude of your sides, and I want to redact, augment, paint out the very addiction I have (candles, mirrors, spiders, devotion) that I wouldn't trade in for anything. Though, I wouldn't edit that. I meant more a collaborative effort.

Burroughs wrote the same book thrice. He didn't want to flush out his veins, and then Thompson came around and threw out all bleached literary syringes.
And, it's simple, because I pay attention to the very threads of you, and I wouldn't trade that for the world.
Or, a jelly doughnut.
Or, a pair of jeans.
Or, you know, Christmas. Chrrreeeestmaaahs.

I Only Say Hallelujah Because It Means Something to Me,
--Pelafina

[ravieslave]

Also, you mean "heroin-chic", narcotically in the fashion, unless you meant "sheik" in the slang terminology of the word.

I'm an alluring little syringe of a man!

Yes, yes you are.
Sorry. Back to my corner smoking and brooding.