God I love my drugs

I feel its warmth wash over me as the drug spreads through my veins; life bursts forth in parts of my being that, a few minutes ago, I didn’t even know existed; in fact, compared to this feeling I was dead before this moment.
From the soles of my feet to the tip of my nose, a delightful tingling floods over me; even the hairs on my head seem to have a life of their own. I feel like I could climb the highest mountain and then fly from its peak.
I know that the drug my heart is now pumping to the farthest reaches of my body is bad for me; they’ve told me that many times. But the BUZZZZZ I get today, is worth the risk that I might get sick, or die, sometime in the future.
Within minutes I’ve metamorphosed from the boring, mundane sameness of my suburban life, to walking tall in The Valley Of The Giants, with an electric energy rippling through my body.
This is life and I command the universe!!!
Really, I mean it, there’s nothing in the whole world better than that first cup of coffee in the morning!

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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