The ephedrine in me
Over the past few days, nothing has sparked a revival of social grace and active seminal fluids like a good dose of ephedrine, an oral nasal decongestant. These little beauties indeed have given my life the temporary jolt it needs at times for me to feel at my peak performance, whether doing chores around the house, or manipulating third world armies to do my bidding to help me take over the world. Ephedrine has helped countless numbers of speed freaks the world over, and even when I get bumping on the herb, I can certainly feel the improvement in my lungs. We live our world amidst the thrust and heave of commercial drug use, for gains pulled from the pockets of the gullible, and placed into the pockets of the real manipulators. Not necessarily the government because I don’t like pointing fingers, even though the majority of people seem fairly sheepish, maybe most people do need to be lead around by a leash. Getting jumpy whenever the mail arrives, or skiddish when the master is mean, dog eats dog every day. Though, I would like to meet some of those individuals who would think that they are that much more evolved than common man, and believe in varying degrees of ownership over the soul, when the soul can neither be won or lost. The body that houses us can be lost, however, and especially if the heart goes too fast about its’ businesses. Stress can cause far too much damage internally, withering the human being away through the steps of decay, and gravity overcomes all but growth. Ephedrine has been known to stress the heart in large quantities, but I have been careful in my proactive use of these tools, these blessed particles of quickening. I begin to grow weightless of the mind at those points in life where epiphany and reality are one and the same, an adventure to behold by the adventurer, but never the same game twice unlike games of a similar nature. Thoughts gone from head, must take shelter in the sleep of dreams, but to hear through the milky miasma the proper way. Forever done with this that need be said.
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on October 19th, 2006 in e for Esemplasy..., khet's coroner. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.