I sat there, screeching at god from behind an Outback Steakhouse. It was the height of fulfillment. I stood on a mountain top amongst the suburbs, screaming at the top of my lungs. The spike hit my arm and filled my veins with ambrosia. Steal and flesh making love with narcotic lubricant. Skinny and unshaven, I stand there, my eyes bulging from the excitement. My shirt hangs loosely off my body, my skin does the same.
There were strange passer-bys walking slowly around me, circling me. I was different than them. They saw their bodies as decorations, something to dress up so they can get fuked. My body was a tool. No, my body was a portal; a median to absorb the drugs to get from their world to mine.
My world was happy. I stood there alone beneath exploding balls of light. The light echoed off the air. My gnarled hand was still wrapped around the needle.
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