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This is funny…
I’ve obviously been suffering with insomnia for the past two weeks.
I took a 10 mg Valium today to try and sleep.
Well, I did for 7 hours! but now I’m awake at 4 in the morning…
My Ecstasy Jungle
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
My roll has started. A little pink heart shaped pill will turn my universe into another demention. Nothing I’ve seen before. I love everything. My body feels relaxed. I just want to snuggle under the blanket with him. His pupils are the size of quarters. He was in my world.
It start off as a kiss, then we laid together in bed. Every gentile touch turned into an intense sensation. My lips touched his and this pill is really kicking in. Why don’t I take another? DOWN. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. I’m feeling it all over again. I fell into his arms. We entered the jungle.
It was only him & I in this jungle. We were alone with nature and connected. The jungle was serene, quiet and wet. We made love in this jungle. With every touch and every kiss, the jungle got more vibrant. There was sun. Hot, bright sun. The colors were bright. Let me take another one.
GULP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. It’s happening again. We were animals. He was a lion. I was a leopard. I was amazed by his long mane. He was into my spots. We stared at each other and attacked. EVERY TOUCH WAS BEAUTIFUL.
We morphed into these naked human beings rolling around in our secluded jungle. We did this for hours. His body was warm and sweaty. I caress his arms and shoulders. This gentile caress turns into a firework sensation thoughout our bodies.
I NEED ONE MORE. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. I was focused on our sex. Our sex was great. Sex is all I can think about. I re-enter our jungle. It’s more beautiful than before. Wild flowers bloomed and he sat there waiting for me to enter. I took his hand… He took me away.
We made love one last time. Then we chased each other around the jungle, our jungle. I tried to keep up with him, but he moved too fast. Then I couldn’t feel him anymore…
I jumped into the sheets and laid in his arms.
Why Xanax Saved My Life
Xanax, aka Alprazolam is the reason why I haven’t completely lost my mind.
Xanax makes me apathetic, confident, euphoric and most of all… FUCKED UP.
Xanax helps me block out my father.
Xanax makes it not hurt when he hits me or says that he hates me and wishes I would kill myself.
Xanax helps me block out the rest of my family. When I’m not good enough for them.
Xanax helps me not care.
Destroy Something Beautiful
It all started two summers ago when pot got boring and everything else was too expensive to try. This new shit came around. It was nothing like they’ve ever seen. It was tan, you sniffed it and it took you out of this world. All you needed was a tiny bit to enter this amazing world where nothing bothered you. Everything was shut out. You let go of everything.
The more they feel this, the more they liked it. Soon, the introduced their friends to this shit. They entered that world and felt the warmth. From the tippy top of your head to the bottom of your toes. They got addicted to that feeling.
They never wanted to leave this world. This world was for them. They took a little trip into this world a few times a day. Soon, every second revolved around feeling the warmth. Being there. Feeling that. Blocking everything out. Everything’s better when you don’t feel anything.
Some of the most beautiful people I know… They’re trapped. I guess they don’t call it dope for nothing.
