confused_enigma
08-19-2006, 09:33 AM
‘More, now, again’ - where the **** is my book?
I got off of my eyeliner-amplified face yesterday, with my blue/green/red abrasive hair rolling down my two, bold shoulders; I consumed beer and drugs. I snorted Zopiclone, I toked marijuana, vigorously, out of my orange pipe, recently stolen off of Camden Market, and I swallowed not-so-crushed-up pills of Zopiclone, by the 3.75mg.
Who is Zopiclone? Zopiclone is my best friend; my vice for sleep, sleep that I need not pay for, as I am only sixteen.
How does a sixteen year old acquire a hypnotic? **** knows, I don’t analyse a positive until I’ve accomplished a mission; this mission I am on is to get tranquillisers, freely and in a legitimate manor. In fact, right now, I would like any drug that doesn’t leave a bitter, ugly, demonic taste of doom in the back of your piece-of-pill decorated oesophagus.
I do not like the way I write. I think it will forever amount to ****. I now possess a headache, most likely contracted from my Mother’s obesity (don’t ask how).
Later, I will go and see my lovely friends. The only lying problems there are that my friends A) are not lovely, B) frustrate me, leading me to drugs, and on a final ****ed-up note they encourage my drug abuse! Bastards, eh? I don’t know what to do about it, I have a decent box of chocolates (army of more, er, delicious(?) ‘pal’s’) but they are so good, that they have life’s and are probably too busy for me; which brings me to something- I deserve a slap in the face, I have let my decent box of chocolates down. I promised my little chocolates that I would come clean, but a week and a few days in and that promise is truly ****ed, knowingly-to-them ****ed! Superior to that, I know it’s highly-sexed (****ed) and I am not placing faith in my maybe-non-existent ability to quit ‘using’ again.
My main problem is alcohol… and I drank alcohol yesterday and the day before, ****, and the day before that - so much for being hygienic (clean), eh??
I have a headache; I now retreat to swallow some painkillers, and probably, if I am honest, in regards to stating my true predictions, on my own actions, to binge-eat, and then (of course) puke.
I got off of my eyeliner-amplified face yesterday, with my blue/green/red abrasive hair rolling down my two, bold shoulders; I consumed beer and drugs. I snorted Zopiclone, I toked marijuana, vigorously, out of my orange pipe, recently stolen off of Camden Market, and I swallowed not-so-crushed-up pills of Zopiclone, by the 3.75mg.
Who is Zopiclone? Zopiclone is my best friend; my vice for sleep, sleep that I need not pay for, as I am only sixteen.
How does a sixteen year old acquire a hypnotic? **** knows, I don’t analyse a positive until I’ve accomplished a mission; this mission I am on is to get tranquillisers, freely and in a legitimate manor. In fact, right now, I would like any drug that doesn’t leave a bitter, ugly, demonic taste of doom in the back of your piece-of-pill decorated oesophagus.
I do not like the way I write. I think it will forever amount to ****. I now possess a headache, most likely contracted from my Mother’s obesity (don’t ask how).
Later, I will go and see my lovely friends. The only lying problems there are that my friends A) are not lovely, B) frustrate me, leading me to drugs, and on a final ****ed-up note they encourage my drug abuse! Bastards, eh? I don’t know what to do about it, I have a decent box of chocolates (army of more, er, delicious(?) ‘pal’s’) but they are so good, that they have life’s and are probably too busy for me; which brings me to something- I deserve a slap in the face, I have let my decent box of chocolates down. I promised my little chocolates that I would come clean, but a week and a few days in and that promise is truly ****ed, knowingly-to-them ****ed! Superior to that, I know it’s highly-sexed (****ed) and I am not placing faith in my maybe-non-existent ability to quit ‘using’ again.
My main problem is alcohol… and I drank alcohol yesterday and the day before, ****, and the day before that - so much for being hygienic (clean), eh??
I have a headache; I now retreat to swallow some painkillers, and probably, if I am honest, in regards to stating my true predictions, on my own actions, to binge-eat, and then (of course) puke.