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pretty pretty percocet. it's raining in california tonight - here on the coast, at least. i bet if you were quiet enough you could hear the ocean, too. it slaps against the cliffs and settles as a hushed roar in the distance. like the white noise of hollywood freeways i grew up with.
i'm so cloudy. thick, slack jawed, i'm confused. i blame it on the pills i swallowed for pain i don't feel. they only whittle the sharp edges down, anyway. this still hurts. sometimes. but sometimes not.
i will return when the endorphins and seratonin have stopped candy coating my sensibilities.