illmadeknight7

Intoxicants - I have been enjoying long sober periods, with nothing more than coffee and cigarettes.  The clarity helps with my writing and music.  There is no insight worthwhile that you can get loaded, that is worth a pinch of shit if you can't understand it in full possession of your senses.  To me, drugs and drink are the bacchanal - a celebratory thing made precious through rarity.  There never was a thing that was sacred without rarity.  On the other side, old and valued friends, one by one, fell into a lock grip with crystal methamphetamine.  The savage thing ate their souls and all became unmanageable, lost somewhere on the far reaches of planet narcissist.  I cut off contact with them, but, increasingly, they filter through my dreams.  In the dreams there are always tall things, trees and smokestacks in monumental shades, and those friends with parting words and the cheeky smiles I knew from when they were human.  As they turn away, I feel a tug in my chest, because I know I will never see them again.

Yours', The Ill Made Knight.