I have long had an apocalyptic fantasy in which all of Earth's inhabitants have been terminated, except for me, of course. It's not because I hate the human race so much, but more, that the species in question, my species, gets in my way.
I envision a decimated planet, the only things standing, me, and every fully stocked pharmacy and empty stash houses. Prime directive, obliteration, of my mental faculties.
I took some kratom today, and got very buzzed. Strangely it seems that kratom is the only opiate/opioid type drug that can give me that 'old euphoria' that we all love, miss and chase, and perhaps its because kratom is not an opiate.
I found myself almost skipping as I left the house to get myself a pack of cigarettes. Something on the ground, I forget what it was, something stupid, reminded me of my girl. Normally this would fill me with nostalgia, sadness, a feeling of loss, but instead, I felt great-I didn't care at all. It was simply a memory, that I could objectively observe, without any feelings of attachment. A total feeling of 'well fuck it, I don't care!'
Speaking of apocalyptic fantasy, my two new BL short stories:
A letter to you, Dear Jenniffer
How I saved the World from Aliens
I envision a decimated planet, the only things standing, me, and every fully stocked pharmacy and empty stash houses. Prime directive, obliteration, of my mental faculties.
I took some kratom today, and got very buzzed. Strangely it seems that kratom is the only opiate/opioid type drug that can give me that 'old euphoria' that we all love, miss and chase, and perhaps its because kratom is not an opiate.
I found myself almost skipping as I left the house to get myself a pack of cigarettes. Something on the ground, I forget what it was, something stupid, reminded me of my girl. Normally this would fill me with nostalgia, sadness, a feeling of loss, but instead, I felt great-I didn't care at all. It was simply a memory, that I could objectively observe, without any feelings of attachment. A total feeling of 'well fuck it, I don't care!'
Speaking of apocalyptic fantasy, my two new BL short stories:
A letter to you, Dear Jenniffer
How I saved the World from Aliens
