So bill took out another piece of paper with leaves inside and set it ablaze. The fire created much smoke, which was then taken into the lungs. His reality was altered, slightly; it was good enough. Now he could think ...
... after a few of those he felt sick but could not stop ?!! The work he was assigned to do was so late, still he had no panic in him. All his addicted addled mind could think is what will fuck him up even more? ...
So he reaches for another product, one that would take much of his fluids from his brain & leave him in pain later ... ( in his fridge.) Aahhhh just the
elixir. Thank Jesus in heaven he had it. A few went down (3 to 7). All was better. No more pesky reality.
Now what ? ... Not much! He was too "nothing" to do much now. Oh well ... maybe tomorrow night ... ??????!!!
R U FUCKED UP TOO???? Well ... GOOD LUCK MOTHER FUCKER ...
Remember : ADDICTION MAKES YOU SUCK THE DICK. ADDICTION MEANS THAT YOU ARE SUCKING THE DICK. ADDICTION MAKES YOU SUCK THE DICK, ...
... & IF YOU DON'T LIKE SUCKING THE DICK,
YOU STILL ARE,
SUCKING THE DICK.
