TaoistPLUR
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2013
- Messages
- 10
Here's the thing though, I am not being very patient with myself, and for good reason. I have yet to experience all the "gifts of recovery" that everyone in the recovery community tends to speak of. Sure I no longer deal with shitty hangovers, or am in debt, or cant remember what I did the night before, but I still don't have a g/f, still making 12 buck an hour, still don't have a car, still not "happy". At least when used I felt happy a few times a day (for example wake & bake, or first few shots of booze). Even if the end result was maladaptive, I was guaranteed to live a little each day.
And that's not even mentioning the "spiritual"/person growth that one can attain from such drugs as MDMA or Shrooms. Fuck. Me.
I still havn't relapsed, but the idea still seems to be lingering in the back of my mind.
All I can do is talk about it, and hope that helps reduce the intensity and frequency of the urges.
Thank you internet. and now here is a poem I wrote about ecstasy.
They come from a far, to spickle and spar
From early morning till daylight.
The writing is dense, as they try to make sense
They call themselves the Bluelight.
If it doesn’t turn black, throw it back!
The Marquis, Meck, and Mandeline.
But should it go dark, get to a park
Cause dear friend you’ll soon be rolling.
Your eyes will soon wiggle, you’ll chuckle and giggle
As you start to feel the tingle.
Hitting you like a truck, you think to yourself “fuck”
Did I take too much?
But then it begins, your mouth scores a grin
And you know it will be alright.
You’ve waited and prep’d, though nervous you accept.
You’ve educated yourself on Bluelight.
The world is sound, with a leap and a bound
You get up, and start dancing.
The music is air, as you breathe out despair
So this is what ecstasy feels like.
The tips and the tricks,
Vicks vapour rub, glow sticks!
You’ve got everything you need.
Gatorade and Candy,
The most important ingredient is Mandy
And for the day after glow, some weed.
3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, a name you can trust
In father Shulgin we do trust, his name holy to few.
It would soon change the world, make men’s hearts unfurled
Of this he was certain and knew.
But dear friend be wary, for it can quickly get scary
Should your breaks be too few.
Anxiety, depression, insomnia, derealisation
Just to name a few.
Therefor keep it cool and show wit
Go to DanceSafe and get yourself a test kit
And surely you’ll be alright.
So go forth and receive Molly’s message
Let it shake you to the bone!
Just remember one thing:
Once you’ve got the message, hang up the phone.
And that's not even mentioning the "spiritual"/person growth that one can attain from such drugs as MDMA or Shrooms. Fuck. Me.
I still havn't relapsed, but the idea still seems to be lingering in the back of my mind.
All I can do is talk about it, and hope that helps reduce the intensity and frequency of the urges.
Thank you internet. and now here is a poem I wrote about ecstasy.
They come from a far, to spickle and spar
From early morning till daylight.
The writing is dense, as they try to make sense
They call themselves the Bluelight.
If it doesn’t turn black, throw it back!
The Marquis, Meck, and Mandeline.
But should it go dark, get to a park
Cause dear friend you’ll soon be rolling.
Your eyes will soon wiggle, you’ll chuckle and giggle
As you start to feel the tingle.
Hitting you like a truck, you think to yourself “fuck”
Did I take too much?
But then it begins, your mouth scores a grin
And you know it will be alright.
You’ve waited and prep’d, though nervous you accept.
You’ve educated yourself on Bluelight.
The world is sound, with a leap and a bound
You get up, and start dancing.
The music is air, as you breathe out despair
So this is what ecstasy feels like.
The tips and the tricks,
Vicks vapour rub, glow sticks!
You’ve got everything you need.
Gatorade and Candy,
The most important ingredient is Mandy
And for the day after glow, some weed.
3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, a name you can trust
In father Shulgin we do trust, his name holy to few.
It would soon change the world, make men’s hearts unfurled
Of this he was certain and knew.
But dear friend be wary, for it can quickly get scary
Should your breaks be too few.
Anxiety, depression, insomnia, derealisation
Just to name a few.
Therefor keep it cool and show wit
Go to DanceSafe and get yourself a test kit
And surely you’ll be alright.
So go forth and receive Molly’s message
Let it shake you to the bone!
Just remember one thing:
Once you’ve got the message, hang up the phone.
