Tui's comment pricks my conscience and I feel thus obliged to report again from the grey hinterland of pre-apocalypse Islington..
It occurs to me that Heroin and Cocaine may in fact not produce a "high" (in the classic sense of, say, euphoria)at all, but simply offer an escape of the constant pain of existance..Physical pain, that is, as well as psychological..The pain of occupying what is essentially an unworthy vessel for the human soul. The friction of muscle against bone, the constant pull of gravity on the skeleton, the subtle effects of climatic pressure on the skull..Pain that like the humming of a refrigerator, we are only aware of when it ceases..
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
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2 comments:
oh shit don't say that....
surely there's some purpose to this all...
---------> somewhere in the mud:
"Aaaagghh! Morphine! Morphine! Medic, please, morphine! For the love of God!"
"Where are you hit, soldier?"
"I'm not... I just wanted some morphine..."
I think that's how it ends up. Expensive medicine.
Shame.
I've added you to my links, so keep writing.
t
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