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"To the Opiate God's"

That was a great fucking rush...

I chopped up and snorted my
hydrocodone, and, then, I did
a fat line of coke

Then, for the fuck of it I mixed
them together and fucking
blew up

I thought...

"Goddamned, I'm high as the
 sky and feeling invincible, I
 might as well also add in
 my alprazolam for good
 measure,"

and, what I found was a great
treasure

The antianxiety pill ground up
caused a cooling sensation
going down; and, the Vicodin
made all of my physical pains
fly away far

When the coke hit my sinuses
it was a fucking rush; but, the
taste of the drip, I couldn't get
enough of

I sat pressed back deep into
the chair; fingers digging marks
like etches, symbolic of all of
the times that I've visited here

Heart pounding, breaths intensified;
I stared at the wall mystified

That fucking line was as loaded as
a blast from a shotgun; then, jumping
up, and running out of the front door,
I through my glass of Seagram's as
far as I could into the skies...

An offering up of gratitude to the
opiate God's for their seeds they'd
planted into the earth, that coming
to fruition produced such a
wonderful, goddamned
fucking rush

I mind-fuck you not...

I'm to fucked to, to, to now anyways
Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
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