Showing posts with label subutex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label subutex. Show all posts
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Poetry and Truth
DOES ANYONE KNOW A SHOP SELLING HUGE WHITE SMOCK SHIRTS? I have decided to become a poet, you see. So I need one. I already have a fountin pen bought on special offer for 30p. It came with 3 blue cartridges but I need poetical black ones. And thick acid free Sketch 100 paper for manuscripts and lots of lovely red wine to leave poetic winestains all over my poetic manuscripts. I already have a
Saturday, March 12, 2011
My Special Tonkie Plan
I HAVE A SPECIAL PLAN. I'm in a good mood now and planning my future. My DRUG-FREE FUTURE. YES A FUTURE WITH NO MORPHIA, NO METHADONE NO NARCOTIC SUBSTANCES.See I feel hypomanic enough without needing shitty drugs to bring me up here. Why am I hypomanic? Because I scored methadone on the street a while ago and indulge tonight in an extra dose. [A tiny dreg that I had extra, not a whopping huge
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addiction,
bipolar,
buprenorphine,
clean,
clinic,
crack,
depression,
detox,
diary,
ecstasy,
heroin,
hyper,
illness,
mania,
methadone,
psychiatry,
schizoaffective,
speed,
subutex,
withdrawal
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