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First it was just Pixie Stix, but before I knew it I was up to gelatin then cocaine and lately I've left powders behind.
Small rocks. Then larger rocks. Ornamental wood chips. Slugs.
And once you try the living stuff, there's no going back. Chipmunks. House cats. Rottweilers.
I tell you kids: once you start snorting, there's no going back.
Learn from me. Me and my lousy upsnorted life.
I hide myself within my flower,
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You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
Wow. You're way more hardcore than I am! That first slug was enough to kill the addiction for me--I think it's STILL up in my sinuses somewhere.... Uncomfortable!
ReplyDeleteBetween your snorting and Petra's hungry uterus, I worry for Large S's safety.
ReplyDeleteThis explains so so much.
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