I Don’t Glorify Drugs
I don’t Glorify Drugs
I did/do drugs because I am now, and have always been bored, and lazy, seeking a universe other than my own. When I was a child I was a very deep thinker, and was bored with the things people did around me with some exceptions of course. Being a drug addict isnt cool, but its also not some thing to be demonized.
All humans are drug addicts. Maybe you cant put down your soda coffee and donuts, you’ll die of diabetes or colon cancer. Maybe you cant stop excercizing and roid rage ya heart out or get balerina cant have my period skinny. maybe youll get addicted to your own chemicals and base jump from shorter and shorter things.
When you’re a kid, a teenager its natural for people to want to do what theyre told not to, and even smarter kids, will be drawn to mind altering things as an experimental scientific sort of thing. I will comment on drugs alot on this blog dont worry.
Drugs are cool when you’re 15, when youre 25, 35, 45, its either because you’re weak or you hate life enough to escape it any and every way you can ( like me, i wont turn down a free drug to this day ) and if its just you fine, do it, giggle, od, no one gives a shit youre not special im not special. But dont do it if it ruins other lives, give the kids away, then die in a gutter, simple right?
I’m lying, drugs are SO cool, its great being happy for 4-8 hours, then feel like shit the next day, then after alot of that, its so cool to be hot, and cold, and hot again, its awesome being constipated for 4 days then shitting nonstop for 6, its the COOLEST.
Vicadin/whiskey dick is super fun, and then when ya coming off em its super fun to cum at basically the slightest touch, its just, the best of both worlds. All that said I’m pro drug, do hallucinogens, expand your mind, its better for anxiety and depression than xanex, ask a neurologist. We all die, what we learn, say, do, and think are all that matters, if drugs make you feel not like the asshole you are, do em, works for me.
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I dont have boobs so I have to win people over the hard way, you know, wit, and intelligence and, skills therein. It’s not going so well...maybe if i change my tumblr name to tweakerbarbie people will love me. The again MY dad hugged me so I dont need that daddy hug from strangers. Hat off to the dumb sluts of tumblr, cant imagine why ya parents dont give a flying fuck about ya, have some more meth i mean you have a 7th grade education, surely your brain can handle the damage.
I think humans take the disarray of nature, the winding path and make it into straight lines, we take clutter and sort it by descending heights or contingent colors because we fear the chaos of ourselves, nature being chaotic and us being a product of said nature.
I think we obsess over pretty things because we are so very ugly inside, and we hoard items because we are forever left so very empty. I think we live our lives in fear of everything real, our nature, our demise, that we strive to fill our lives with only the fake, we live our lives in accordance with these fears and these fears all stem from our need for immortality, which comes from a selfish nature to be special.
I think everything in our lives is the fear of death, which is just nothingness, and we fill our lives with constant trivialities of somethingness, and that is the thing we should fear, we work jobs we hate and go through bizarre rituals to impress those around us that we dont really even like because we dont even really like ourselves.
Chapter Something: Junkies Don’t Deserve Your Sympathy
Being a former drug addict ( not heroin though ) I can tell you a few things, and dont worry, I’ll be covering this subject again, and again...consider this a brief synopsis.
1.) Addiction isn’t real, nothings real, the world is completely inside your mind, if addiction is real, it’s because you made it real. Yes there are physical addictions, so you sweat and puke a few days, man up
2.) It’s your body and mind, what you do with it is your choice, until that choice affects other lives. See if I OD’d tomorrow, very few people would miss me, no ones lives are actually contingent on mine, when i show up home high and falling over myself, my kids dont miss school, i dont sell their playstation for a fix, i sell MY playstation. Do whatever you want to yourself, that is your right, but you dont have the right to ruin other lives like the parasitic entity you are.
3.) Junkies are selfish children with victim complexes, dont believe me, talk to one. It’s always daddy didnt hug me enough, mommy liked my brother more, etc. They are histrionic nightmares completely absorbed in their fantasy world they’ve made for themselves ( much like people in holywood ) and they will justify everything they do as such.
4.) they will manipulate you, physically, emotionally, you will either be one of their many enemies and or notable mentions in their suicide note, or you’ll be an enabler when they hit some 12 step program, bottom line, they’re never the problem, but everything else is SUPER problematic.
5.) 12 step programs are bullshit, giving yourself up to a higher power and admitting you have no power over your problem, see victim complexes. Thats just an excuse and removes any and all personal responsibility, much like a catholic going to confessional once a week after hes been a dick hole, youll be a selfish little child all week and fuck over everyone, then call your sponser crying, and then strangers in a meeting will hug you and tell you how its not your fault, and so on and so on, you will never change this way.
6.) Trading one addiction for another isnt being clean ( go ahead, ask me how i know, hey alcohol hurt my nose less atleast ) being manically happy and talking about jesus all the time doesnt fool me that you’re not thinking about that needle 24, and i know you’re not convinced, or youd shut the fuck up and get a hobby.
7.) and finally, there are 7 billion + people on Earth, hard working, intelligent, sad people, everybit as sad as you, and frankly, we dont need your 10th grade education junky ass in the genepool. I refuse to cry when some junky i knew in a past life dies, all i can think is gee im glad he had 3 kids he didnt raise, im sure with their crackwhore mom and dead junky dad they’ll turn out JUST fine.
( Remember Idiocracy? )
“ Sometimes i feel so happy, sometime I feel so sad. Sometimes I feel so happy, but mostly you just, make me mad, baby you just, make me mad. Linger on, your pale blue eyes, linger on, your pale blue eyes. Thought of you as my mountaintop, thought of you as my peak, thought of you as everything, I’ve had but, couldn’t keep, I’ve had but couldn’t keep.”
Looming visage noble American colonel. Courageous, renown of history, Colonel Sanders, image forever accompanied odor of sacrificial meat. Eternal flame offering wind savory perfume roasted flesh...Seek midday nourishment. Visit memorial acclaimed war hero Colonel Sanders.” " All object printed: Love me. Look me. Million speaking objects,begging. Crown American consumer with power of king, to rescue choose and give home or abandon here for expire.
Chuck Palahniuk, Pygmy
Musings and more of a despondant 30 year old man, former drug addict, current writer/alcoholic. I'm unmarried, I have no children, and all my dreams are dead, I've wasted my life, and you can too! Never say never. Sometimes prolific, mostly offensive observations about people, life, and the nature of the universe. I'm a communist, your god's a lie, hate mail welcome.
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