The pursuit of pleasure led you here. You wanted the cool solution to your inner pain. You sought the ultimate high to fry your beans in; closer to death than you are meant to be.
Touch the cloth and kiss the ring. Do you love your man? Show
me your money. Are you ready for that act of faith? Are you abased before your
personal messiah?
This stuff is poison. They cut it with strychnine and weevil
husks. The trick is to cook it well in lemon juice. Neutralise it so it don’t
burn your brain. The last thing you want is a dirty hit sickening your veins.
You just seek a little ease and a glimpse of immortality.
Just a spoonful of medicine helps ease the shit going down. A
little inner fire will stifle the gag reflex before it chokes your mind. You’ve
been self administering for so long now that you’ve forgotten what ails you. This
cure will kill you, but there are worse ways to go. You say you feel no pain –
I hope that’s true. I mean no harm to lepers like you. So come back soon. I
know you will. The path of least resistance leads to the well of despair.
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