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For what ever reason, I always find myself in the loving hands of these sadistic "doctors" as they try and "treat" my "illnesses". I will be free in a few days once they deemed me "cured" and I will most likely be brought in again for erratic behavior. I guess I should make good use of this isolation treatment to plan on what to do with my temporary freedom. Or maybe I should tell you a story about, um, what ever this story is about.

It all started at some bar/club/home/place where I was enjoying three kilos of white gold. Either part of the trip or actually within the realm of my reality, was a group of shapeless men with rapidly morphing faces also partaking in the refreshing aroma of the white gold. Within minutes the whit fluffy goodness was gone.

So I proceeded to make my way to a room where I could come down, but instead, found a face that seemed to be calling out to me. Amongst the sea of blurry objects and distorted limbs, this woman's face appeared to be transmitting her thoughts directly into my head. "C'mere" was the impression. I knew something had to be special here as not only was her face the only thing I could make out (No pun intended;) but it seemed to be amazingly clear and highly detailed, more so than if I hadn't played in the snow moments before. With this in mind I decided to float over to her and with each passing moment rays of light were continuously being emitted from a mysterious light source behind her until her face was nothing more then a shadow. I landed right in front of her and asked "You called for me, sugar?"

The alluring light surrounding this woman's face was starting to fade and I was once more able to see her face. Only it wasn't her face, it wasn't even her. Instead I was greeted with a mans face who's description would fit that of a typical meathead. And now, rather than beautiful light showering over her, or him, crops of ever growing furrows were plaguing this man's face. His, almost instinctual, response was "Excuse me, faggot?" Followed by a haymaker that could feed a stable of horses for a week.

I was never really that good at dancing, but the combination of three kilos of pure white gold sitting on my brain and my recent physical interaction made me fit in real nicely on the near by dance floor. But what seemed like dancing was actually me struggling to stay on my two feet. My creatively deployed dance moves lead me to a dancing side-flower and before I could take a second look at her, my face crash landed in her erotically displayed chest. To my surprise her gender remained the same when I looked up at her, I also noticed the smoothness of her forehead and the inviting smile she had painted on.

I slid my face of her chest and just looked at her, having no idea what to say. Lucky for me she had just the thing to say "I'll give you another shot at that, but this time try aiming for my mouth." The thought of this being a trick or a hallucination did enter my mind, but what is the point of doing drugs if you are just going to run away from everything because you think it's not real? So I closed my eyes and made my move. Fully prepared to open them seconds later to find out I was kissing the ass of a dog, cleaning the the toilet seat with my tongue or maybe another guy. I opened my eyes to reveal nothing of the sort, I was actually a little let down now realizing this was turning in to a normal drug induced adventure, well, normal by the heavy usage of drugs anyway. Also upon the rebirth of my eyes, the lady was pulling me off the dance floor and toward the exit.

We stepped outside where my lungs took in a deep breath of the cleanest air they have seen all night. The next few passages of time were filled with my new lady friend introducing herself as Stella and the pleasure she took watching me hit on the manliest guy in the club, able to laugh about it now, now that my jaw seems to have popped back into its proper location. I also said my first words to her "Hitting on men is like fire to me; I always end up getting burned" She laughed and I smiled. Stella then proposed heading back to her place, but in a manner that would make a German sex slave blush.

Stella's apartment on the outside was respectable and clean and you'd almost think the building itself was emitting a pleasant odor. The apartment building must also be magical or had to have been built on some Indian burial ground, because the halls acted like a portal to an alternate universe. For when we arrived at her front door the condition it was in was screaming some unseen foreboding of things to come. Stella opened the door, no locks or anything, I am guessing the state of her door was good enough to make future burglars over look her apartment, and I followed behind her using her as a human shield just in case some unimaginable creature resides here. Her apartment gave off the impression it was looked after by a retarded, crippled elderly man with no wheelchair.

Stella gracefully dodged the various piles, of what appeared to be junk, that inhabited the floor and made her way into the kitchen where she offered me a drink. Inside my head I had quite the conundrum to sort out: do I avoid her toxic looking drink that no doubt had some version of conscious altering concoction, either by the unsanitary conditions that infected everything or her own doing. Or would it be wiser to accept her offer in the hopes her beverage would make it impossible to remember entering this apartment in the morning?

Looking back at it now I probably wouldn't be here, hugging myself in the corner of some padded cell, if I hadn't took that drink. Than again my previous lifestyle didn't show any promise of avoiding this factory of tortured souls. Any hoot, I only have enough time to get into one story before the "helpful" doctors start to brain rape me.

So as I previously mentioned, I accepted her drink and downed that dirty bastard as quickly as I could, thinking that the quicker I inhaled it the quicker it's side-effects would act. I slammed the glass down on a nearby table and searched for Stella with a newly acquired adrenaline rush. I found she had already injected herself into her oddly colored bed sheets. Without thinking about the various lifeforms that must have grown and populated her bed, I found myself right there next to her. I was able, once again, to just focus on her face and not the quickly disappearing monsters that the corner of my eye always looked for. Before Stella and I could even slide closer, a lump the size of a large fist resurrected itself underneath the sheets near our feet.

I wasn't that surprised that one of Stella's "pets" decided to finally reveal itself, well, at least not until I looked back at Stella to find that the look of shock and horror occupied her face. I just about shit myself, not that you would notice the smell in this place anyway. If someone like Stella could tolerate living in this condition where bacterial cultures amassed to the size of apples, what unimaginable abominations could terrify her? Answer, the very abomination that is two inches from our feet.

The blanket's growth slowly rolled it's way toward us. I looked at Stella hoping her face would tell me what to do, but she just stared right back at me. Fortunately, the slowly advancing lump seemed to take forever to reach us, giving Stella and I plenty of make believe time to react. When we finally did do something we did it in sync, like if we were inside each others minds. Our course of action was jumping out bed and pulling back the bed sheets. Our amazingly simple and instinctual plan was successful, Stella and I both avoided injury from the blanket monster and was able to reveal the... Hamster?

Yup, a hamster. Out of all the things my incredible intoxicated brain imagined what lurks between the sheets, a hamster was probably number 501. The quiet and blissful silence that entered the room when the hamster was discovered didn't last nearly as long as it should due to Stella's shrieking of excitement and thumping up and down of joy. Stella caught my quizzical expression then started to answer all the question I had popping into my head. She explained how this hamster was named Joy and how she thought Joy ran away or died in some hidden place weeks ago. Taking what I hoped was my last survey of Stella's apartment I noticed many hovels littered across the floor, and in some disturbing cases the wall, that any sort of small creature could crawl into and die from the numerous grotesque stains that decorated her apartment. I'm amazed the little guy could survive one day here, there is however, plenty of crumbs and fungus to feed off of, I came to the conclusion that Joy must have the immune system of a God.

Stella scooped up Joy and got back into bed and shot a look at me that asked "You joining us?" I was just about to tell her Hell no, when that answer quickly left my mind and was replaced with curiosity which was reflected by the smile that was plastered on me now. Instead of replying with my vulgar response, I alternatively went with "Do you have a cage for him? Or are you going to let him watch?" My question caused Stella's face to morph into a playful grin. She placed Joy on the bed next to her where he originally was and then looked at me like that was her answer. Now fully aware of her intentions I told my legs to head for the door, instead my legs went towards the bed. My mind went "Aww fuck."

I sat in the observation booth while I watch my mind argue with some other abstract entity that seemed to have entered through the corner of my head. My mind looked tired and sickly while this new part of me seem invigorated and lively. He, um, it or me, was extremely loud and quick in speech, spitting out insulting obscenities towards my mind followed by disturbing reasons why we or I should continue forth with the love making. What was even more discomforting was the longer this abstract, eccentric being went on the more I was agreeing with it, erm, me, whatever. His most convincing reason was the fact that I have yet to partake in any act of threesome and that any story of minor to extreme acts of bestiality would be one helluva bar story to tell my friends. My mind's rebuttal was anything but, he was so tired or at this point dead looking that only two words came out in each breath, until he finally gave up and walked of into the distance of my head until he faded out completely. My apparently new mind turned and looked at me and proposed that we should have some fun.

Completely unaware of how long Stella must have been looking at me waiting for a response, my body unpaused itself and took those last few steps into bed.

I am not sure if any of my listeners are age appropriate for what happens next so I'll just leave it to your imagination of what took place these next few minutes. If you need help however I would recommend to watch any scene of Debbie Does Dallas, but only add a hamster. I am also a little embarrassed to talk about this with guards closer to my cell now. Yes, that means I am saying this story out loud, the silence of these halls is maddening.

After we had finished committing countless sins, the passion that had been drained from our bodies left all three of us completely fatigued and we quickly went into a deep sleep. My last thoughts before slipping into unconsciousness was my amazement the Joy actually lived through all the godless acts we participated in. Along with Joy's impressive immune system, he must have fed off one of the numerous organisms that acted as some sort of steroid. He was essentially an "unsquishable" ball of meat, even with Stella's weight combined with mine we could not flatten this demigod of a hamster. However, the countless roll overs and endless probing did take a toll on the brave soldier of love. My last image was of Joy laid out on my chest with his tongue hanging out completely exhausted.

I eventually awoke to what I assume was the end to a couple days slumber. Joy must have rolled around in his sleep, because I found him wedged in between Stella and I. Stella was already awake and was looking at me with an infectious smile. I have no idea how I would describe Stella last night, but looking at her through sober eyes she looked like the kind of girl, well the kind of girl you would not expect to live in biological cesspool or to be into mismatched threesomes. As Stella got up and entered the kitchen, I was beginning to realize how much I am starting to fall for Stella and that I must be one seriously perverted and deviant, and generally messed up, person for being able to have such feelings for a person like this, in a place like this.

Stella returned from the kitchen with two cups of mysterious toxic brew and handed one to me. It was warm like coffee, but looked like rotten green tea and smelled like a type of improperly cooked meat. Even with Stella drinking the same vomit inducing beverage I just sat there holding the cup letting it warm my hands while Stella went on about last night. After her praising and gratefulness was over (I assumed she tried this with other guys, guess none of them are as opened minded as I) I got out of bed and looked at her and casually mentioned I should be heading home, like the true player that I was. A small look of sadness took over her face followed up with her quickly jumping out of bed and hopping over to me demanding we do this over at my place. I quickly thought about this as I'm not sure if I would be able to wash out the stains on the walls or if my neighbors would appreciate the very odd sounds we would emit. In the end I decided and responded with "Why not?" Happiness won the battle over sadness on her face, which oddly made me feel a little better. I gave her on final look and made a hasty exit admiring once again the feeling of stepping through a portal when traveling through these halls.

I felt like I was in a different country, looking at my surroundings with a clear mind and with the aid of the sunlight bouncing off the surfaces. I'm amazed at how the darkness of night and the snorted white ice can drastically the world around you. After taking in my second breath of clean air in the last couple of days I began the search for a cab ride home. The search was short, including the ride home. Home.

Saying stories out loud has it benefits, as it just occurred to me if this story of drug usage, fights, the night scene, grotesque environments, sex and bestiality is really about anything, it's overlooking the value and the neglect we have for our homes. For me, it seems, I was able to see the finer beauty and familiar comforting feeling of security and belonging a home can produce when introduced to a place of supreme unfamiliarity. Even now, I sit in wonderment of the word "Home" When thinking of the word alone, it can invoke that feeling of belonging even when I am no where near home.

But alas, I think that is enough reflection and stories for this day, the time for my "treatment" is near. I hope I successfully entertained your time just as I have successfully wasted mine.