I'm still getting used to the way Meth hits me. There is no 'buzz' to speak of like with pot, but eventually I begin to realize that things are different and time has slowed down AND sped up at the same time. My mouth opens and the words just come gushing out. The hours FLY by almost in a scary way. Some emotions are heightened. Some are deadened. And some emotions I don't even recognize.
If you like Cocaine, you'll love Meth.
If you like Ephedrine, you'll love Meth.
If you just like trying new things on occasion, then you will definitely love your experience with Meth.
Personally, I don't see how anyone could become addicted to something so strong. After a long weekend, I am definitely ready to come down. It is part of the life.
You do it to yourself
You do
And that's what really hurts
Is you do it yourself
Just you
You and no-one else
You do it to yourself
This week I am kicking. But this non-drug is much nastier than anything you can snort, smoke or inject. It's not TV or porn or any of the other modern addictions we use to excuse our behavior.
No, this is pure evil. The devil's domain. The pinnacle of pain. And when it's gone -- when it is excised from my soul -- I will never, ever be infected by it again.
It's time to crucify my heart.
radiobastet:
If you like Death, you'll love Meth. 