roadkilled
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Jan 27, 2010
- Messages
- 6
hello dandy druggies!!
i have decided to join after lots of time reading such unbelievable experiences. you guys helped open my eyes to a new perspective of the drug world.
unable to figure out an Artsy type section
, heres a little intro for you guys!
Enjoy!!
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My pumping veins tearing through my skin waiting for their most prime moments to be concealed with a deep sleep.
A thought keeping me distraught, knowing how together we could live as one happy being, but alone we thirst for the sap that keeps fueling this living moment.
The first puncture is a blissful pain that makes me lose my senses, you take control of me and begin to circle my body as you cool your way through each passage.
My mind is taken by a dark blue wave that you’ve concentrated in the back of my eyes to keep me from seeing the demons you’ve already unleashed. I struggle for a mere moment before allowing you to take my body, my mind and douse it with the most lethal juices you could have possibly contained in 1 small milliliter. The shaking, the anxiety, the reassurance that I need to throw up before I can handle the deep euphoria you’ve set upon my mind. An orgasm rushes my body as I collapse into a minute dream where the unimaginable becomes real, to touch to taste to hear.
Slipping back into reality I see that you’ve kept me tied down like a puppet that won’t move unless it’s been moved by another source. It feels distant, like you shot me into outer space and brought me back all in the time it took for you to empty into my rancid blood.
In the freezing deep space, I feel your comfort warming me as I shake unable to recall that I have been frozen on the outside. The rushing liquid keeps me alive although I have many reasons to believe you’ve taken that from me as I was falling asleep.
For minutes I stare into your continuous energy that begins to deplete my reality. These minutes could turn into hours; you’ve twisted my stomach into a nonexistent perimeter where I would usually endure your strenuous tension and sickness. But the time for that has passed; now we share our thoughts and intentions together, perhaps unconsciously already planning the next strike.
At first I open one eye to insure that I don’t awake in hell, the room spins out of control as if too many shots of vodka hit you right in the head similar to a baseball with additional nausea. I take this moment to settle, to make sure my heart is intact with my body and to finally gaze out the window to find out it has been evening for a while. You take my mind, distracted but alert I have now no goals, only to find a way to bring you back.
Haunted, my favourite ex you’ve become. I hate you and I crave you. I cry as I try to sit, try to lie, and stand but you call my name almost screaming. I turn to a blanket to create a synthetic similarity to which I had such an unforgettable offer and experience.
Nodding my head I listen, trying to consider what you had told me the first time; a dark scary scenario that sends shivers upon my now frozen body.
Uncontrollable tears, scents, and hurting without anywhere to escape my thoughts I have but only one focus, you. As I sit waiting for you to command my next breath I stare outside the window seeing a small man focusing his stare back at me like a reflection in the mirror.
I killed you, his lips read.
~~~
i have decided to join after lots of time reading such unbelievable experiences. you guys helped open my eyes to a new perspective of the drug world.
unable to figure out an Artsy type section
, heres a little intro for you guys!Enjoy!!
~~~
My pumping veins tearing through my skin waiting for their most prime moments to be concealed with a deep sleep.
A thought keeping me distraught, knowing how together we could live as one happy being, but alone we thirst for the sap that keeps fueling this living moment.
The first puncture is a blissful pain that makes me lose my senses, you take control of me and begin to circle my body as you cool your way through each passage.
My mind is taken by a dark blue wave that you’ve concentrated in the back of my eyes to keep me from seeing the demons you’ve already unleashed. I struggle for a mere moment before allowing you to take my body, my mind and douse it with the most lethal juices you could have possibly contained in 1 small milliliter. The shaking, the anxiety, the reassurance that I need to throw up before I can handle the deep euphoria you’ve set upon my mind. An orgasm rushes my body as I collapse into a minute dream where the unimaginable becomes real, to touch to taste to hear.
Slipping back into reality I see that you’ve kept me tied down like a puppet that won’t move unless it’s been moved by another source. It feels distant, like you shot me into outer space and brought me back all in the time it took for you to empty into my rancid blood.
In the freezing deep space, I feel your comfort warming me as I shake unable to recall that I have been frozen on the outside. The rushing liquid keeps me alive although I have many reasons to believe you’ve taken that from me as I was falling asleep.
For minutes I stare into your continuous energy that begins to deplete my reality. These minutes could turn into hours; you’ve twisted my stomach into a nonexistent perimeter where I would usually endure your strenuous tension and sickness. But the time for that has passed; now we share our thoughts and intentions together, perhaps unconsciously already planning the next strike.
At first I open one eye to insure that I don’t awake in hell, the room spins out of control as if too many shots of vodka hit you right in the head similar to a baseball with additional nausea. I take this moment to settle, to make sure my heart is intact with my body and to finally gaze out the window to find out it has been evening for a while. You take my mind, distracted but alert I have now no goals, only to find a way to bring you back.
Haunted, my favourite ex you’ve become. I hate you and I crave you. I cry as I try to sit, try to lie, and stand but you call my name almost screaming. I turn to a blanket to create a synthetic similarity to which I had such an unforgettable offer and experience.
Nodding my head I listen, trying to consider what you had told me the first time; a dark scary scenario that sends shivers upon my now frozen body.
Uncontrollable tears, scents, and hurting without anywhere to escape my thoughts I have but only one focus, you. As I sit waiting for you to command my next breath I stare outside the window seeing a small man focusing his stare back at me like a reflection in the mirror.
I killed you, his lips read.
~~~
