Well it’s all beginning to make sense now…. pacifying internal demons aside, i have a slightly keener understanding of junkies then ever before. This also sums up my current feelings on jethro tull, reality shows, the why’s and how’s of auto-tuning, and being forced to watch wendy williams mouth approximate a non-stop breach birth, while writhing in waiting room pain. give me a ficas, a plane ticket, an acupuncturist, and a poppy field.
this week has been unkind opiates, but you have been much, much kinder. i kind of like you and i’m wondering if now that we’ve passed all these awkward stages… if i could reserve a toe and my dignity for you and you alone.
this week i have a kind of borg empathy for every survivalist junky i’ve never and ever met, well.. not really, but i have 3 words for you, and those words involve p/t significant othership. and the mothership. othership on the mothership, and a crystal ship still being built with warm and clasping hands.
a lettter to opiates from the well-dressed woman in bed.
pegasus vs. pumpernickel
