Why do I always feel the need for substances.
Coffee, weed and caps, alcohol and rack.
Things to wake me up and help we think. Things to make me sleep and help me shrink away from the pains of society.
I wouldn't say I'm addicted to any of them. whereas my dependence depends on the shred of a thought circling around pure energy ripped apart and reconvened around a metaphorical round table.
The predictable structure this metabolic caos provids.
Is so Sublime.
For in destruction there is creation and the more my mental fortatude get strong armed and torn down by these chemical sledge hammers, the more I bounce back better than ever.
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