Debaucherous
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My latest story of drug (ab)use from http://debaucherous.wordpress.com
Oxys 80's, hillbilly heroin, or more professionally known as Oxycontin 80mg. With the exception of intravenous morphine, and of course heroin, Oxys are some of the most potent, and abusable of controlled opiates. Pop them, crush them, snort them, slam them, they're as versatile as they are addictive as they are mildly entertaining. They having an amazing ability to harness every fuck you could give about anything, take those fucks, then hide them under a nice wet blanket of warm fuzzy bliss, you can no longer give those fucks, infact, any fuckery that was to ensue, is no longer relevant. All fucks you gave about anyone or anything are now paralyzed by a pill. Pain? Still there.. but you don't care... stress? Nah. Homeless? Cold? Dying? Meh
The only thing you care about is feeling the warm fuzzy feelings, how fucking itchy you are, and how you need to find some kind of receptacle for the contents of your stomach if you dare try and do anything more than lie in place and enjoy the absolute shit out of the nothing you are most assuredly engaged in. They put you in a state of semi-lucid dreaming, you drift around in a state of pseudo-sleep, a smile on your face, and your mind flitting about wherever it pleases. In a good nod the lucid dreams can be an absolute delight, living out all sorts of imaginings in a shell of empty warmth. There is generally nothing to be gained, gleaned, or greatened by the experience, other than whatever value can be found in the experience itself.
They make for fairly uninteresting stories as the dreams are fleeting, and the general level of activity is almost non-existent. Shared an 80mg oxy last night, tried to walk about the house, was fine for a while, chugged a beer, was no longer fine. The bathroom of the house was occupied and I darted up from the safety of my horizontal position with my mouth filling with beer and partially digested curry, after the second heave I knew I had another three seconds to find somewhere for all of this matter to go. As luck had it there was a garbage bag on the floor, opened it up and in a violently beautiful spray I covered my arm, entire face, hair, and inside of the garbage bag. "Move your head, move your head, move your head, move your head... MOVE YOUR HEAD!" filled the next few confused seconds, and then I moved my head. My lovely female companion was so impressed with my performance she tried to outdo me, and an equally symphonic spray emitted from her core. We then took turns, in perfect vomitous harmony, until our problems were no more. A quick clean, accompanied with a fleeting sadness over my new duvet cover, shortly followed. Then I remembered they key to the experience was discontinuing my fuck-givery.. so I did... and all was well.
http://debaucherous.wordpress.com
Oxys 80's, hillbilly heroin, or more professionally known as Oxycontin 80mg. With the exception of intravenous morphine, and of course heroin, Oxys are some of the most potent, and abusable of controlled opiates. Pop them, crush them, snort them, slam them, they're as versatile as they are addictive as they are mildly entertaining. They having an amazing ability to harness every fuck you could give about anything, take those fucks, then hide them under a nice wet blanket of warm fuzzy bliss, you can no longer give those fucks, infact, any fuckery that was to ensue, is no longer relevant. All fucks you gave about anyone or anything are now paralyzed by a pill. Pain? Still there.. but you don't care... stress? Nah. Homeless? Cold? Dying? Meh
The only thing you care about is feeling the warm fuzzy feelings, how fucking itchy you are, and how you need to find some kind of receptacle for the contents of your stomach if you dare try and do anything more than lie in place and enjoy the absolute shit out of the nothing you are most assuredly engaged in. They put you in a state of semi-lucid dreaming, you drift around in a state of pseudo-sleep, a smile on your face, and your mind flitting about wherever it pleases. In a good nod the lucid dreams can be an absolute delight, living out all sorts of imaginings in a shell of empty warmth. There is generally nothing to be gained, gleaned, or greatened by the experience, other than whatever value can be found in the experience itself.
They make for fairly uninteresting stories as the dreams are fleeting, and the general level of activity is almost non-existent. Shared an 80mg oxy last night, tried to walk about the house, was fine for a while, chugged a beer, was no longer fine. The bathroom of the house was occupied and I darted up from the safety of my horizontal position with my mouth filling with beer and partially digested curry, after the second heave I knew I had another three seconds to find somewhere for all of this matter to go. As luck had it there was a garbage bag on the floor, opened it up and in a violently beautiful spray I covered my arm, entire face, hair, and inside of the garbage bag. "Move your head, move your head, move your head, move your head... MOVE YOUR HEAD!" filled the next few confused seconds, and then I moved my head. My lovely female companion was so impressed with my performance she tried to outdo me, and an equally symphonic spray emitted from her core. We then took turns, in perfect vomitous harmony, until our problems were no more. A quick clean, accompanied with a fleeting sadness over my new duvet cover, shortly followed. Then I remembered they key to the experience was discontinuing my fuck-givery.. so I did... and all was well.
http://debaucherous.wordpress.com
