Quotes from Smack.
Yeah. There's a lot of drugs around here. Drugs are just part of life- pleasure, business, they bring you up and take you down, they make you feel good. They take you to another planet, sometimes. Sometimes you have to find your own way back.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking... O-oh, she's a junkie, she's only been away from home six months and she's a junkie already.
You poor brat, you've been brainwashed. Look, drugs are fun. They make you feel good, that's all. Sure, they're powerful, that's why they're dangerous. So's life. If you're in control, then it's okay.
They never dare tell you that of course. It's not because they want to keep you off drugs. Oh, no, they like it, they want you to. They just want to make sure you take the ones they want you to take. It's all a part of the big mind control. Tobacco, booze, medicine- good; hash, acid, junk- bad.
You think about it. What's that row of little bottles in your mum's medicine cabinet? How many is she on a day? How often do you reckon she's clean- once every three months when the prescription runs out and she toddles off down to the doctor and gets some more? Medication, they call it. Thanks, I can prescribe for myself, I don't need no experts telling me what's good for me.
What about Cousin John puffing his way th rough twenty fags a day, filling the air with his poison, breathing all over his baby and watching it cough and having a good laugh about it? What about your dad, going to the pub every night for three or four or five pints. It'd be an education to take a scan of what his insides look like after thirty years of that. You don't know what goes on after you're safely tucked up in bed. Ever hear the clink and the ring of a bottle on glass after lights-out? Take a look at the drinks cabinet and see.
Then one day they catch you with a joint in your hand and it's, "Oh my God, she's on drugs."
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Sometimes maybe you need an experience. The experience can be a person or it can be a drug. The experience opens a door that was there all the time but you never saw it. Or maybe it blasts you into outer space. This time it was Lily and Rob and Gemma spending all that time to make me feel one of them, but it was the drug too. All that crap- about Gemma leaving me, about Mum and Dad, about leaving home. All that negative stuff. All the pain...
It just floated away from me, I just floated away from it... up and away...
I didn't feel incredibly wonderful or anything, but it was gone. All the hurt.
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Everything is free. That's a secret.
The only thing that isn't free is you. You do as you're told: you sit in your seat until they say, "Stand." You stay put till they say, "Go."
Maybe that's the way you like it. It's easy. It's all there. You don't have to think about it. You don't even have to feel it.
I sometimes wonder how this planet keeps on sticking to my feet. They did everything they could to pin me down... my mum, my dad, school. They put me in homes with kind guys and they put me in homes with bastards. They did things to me that you can't even talk about. I'm okay.
What about you?
It's mind control, see. You have to go to school, get those exams, get to university or college, get a job, get married, don't miss the boat, do it now or you'll shoot your life down the drain. Yeah. THey got you as soon as you were born. They never risked a second of your life. When you have kids they'll be telling them they have to wear a plastic mask and put a penny in the slot above their nose before they can breathe in.
Air is free. What, you know that? Good for you. Okay. Food is free. Ah, you didn't know that one! Listen. This is how you do it.
First you gotta find the FreeFood sh op. You go out of your front door and you walk down the road. Sooner or later you come to the FreeFood shop. You can't miss it. It might be called Sainsbury's or Tesco or Morrison's if it's a big FreeFood shop. It might be called Smith's or Scholl's or Singh's if it's a little one. It doesn't matter what it's called. The food's piled up everywhere- on shelves, in great heaps and stacks on the floor, in boxes and bags and bins. You want it, you name it- it's yours.
You go inside. You have a look around and see what food you want. You put the food you want under your coat or in your shopping bag and then you take it home and eat it.
Yeah. I expect you thought that you had to go to school, get educated, learn a job, do the job, get paid, take the money down to the shop, give people the money before you could take the food home, huh?
You listen to other people too much.
Once you know how to do it, you look about and you'll see FreeFood shops all over the place. The only thing you've got to worry about is that there's usually someone about who thinks the food belongs to them, so you have to make sure you're invisible.
That's easy, too. Because you can be anything you want to be. It's a big secret. You're magic! You're terrific. You're anything you wanna be. Believe it.
Liberate the food! Yeah!
If one of t hose people who thinks the food is theirs catches you, it's no use arguing; they're too far gone. You better leg it instead. And once in awhile- maybe your aura has got a few holes in it today- you maybe get caught. Then you get the police called and you go to court. If you have money, they'll fine you. If you have no money, you'll get Community Service. That's okay. It needn't happen often. I know people who've never been caught in years. All that stuff about going in and out of prison, that's just another form of mind control. But even if you do get caught, I'll tell you... Community Service is maybe forty or a hundred hours. What's the alternative? Going out to work every day for the rest of your life? I mean, what kind of sentence is that?
Sometimes I look out of the window and I see all the straights crawling past, going to work, coming back from work, going to learn how to go to work, whatever. And I want to shout out, "Hey! Listen to me! It isn't like that, it really isn't like that..."
Only I never do. It's useless. They must weight about sixty thousand tons. I'm so far away from people like that, they can't even see me.
Do you want to know more? Listen, I'll tell everything.
You can do anything you want.
You don't believe me. You think, she's out o fher head. Yeah, I'm out of my head- on being me. What are you on? On being them. You don't even know. I bet you were never even given a chance to know.
Remember when you were little and they used to say, "Naughty girl, naughty boy," because you broke something or said the wrong thing? They told you, "You are a bad person."
But it wasn't like that, it was just you were doing a bad thing. It wasn't you who was bad. You're beautiful. You're wonderfula nd everything that you do is wonderful because it's you doing it. You're that strong. You do can do it bad and know it bad or you can do it good and know it good but it doesn't do anything to you. You're still you.
Listen. You can be anything you want to be. Be careful. It's a spell. It's magic. Listen to the words. You can be anything, you can do anything, you can be anything, you can do anything. Listen to the magic.
You are anything... everyone, anyone. Whatever you want. I'm showing you. So long as you stay yourself inside, you can eat dirt and it'll taste good because it's you that's eating it. You can even lick their arses if you have to. You listen to them, teachers, parents, politicians. They're always saying, if you steal you're a thief, if you sleep around you're a slut, if you take drugs you're a junkie. They want to get inside your head and control you with their fear.
Maybe you think your mum and dad love you but if you do the wrong things they'll try and turn you into dirt, just like mine tried to turn me into dirt. It's your punishment for being you. Don't play their game. Nothing can touch you; you stay beautiful.
I've done everything. All of it. You think it, I've done it. All the things you never dared, all the things you dream about, all the things you were curious about and then forgot because you knew you never would. I did 'em, I did 'em yesterday while you were still in bed.
What about you? When's it gonna be your turn?
-
I'm flying, but a lot of people end up dead inside. You can't tell to look at them but as soon as they open their mouths you know they've lost it. They got murdered by life.
-
I used to get this feeling that life was rushing past me and I had to grab hold of it or I'd lose everything. But when I moved here, I remember thinking, I'm in control now. It was the first time I felt I had my life in my own hands. There I was scrabbling and struggling to keep things together. These days, I just let go of them. And it isn't me who falls. It's the rest of the world that goes away- up or down, I don't know. Just away.
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That's the trouble with most people. They want to live forever. When you turn round to them and tell them that you're just living your life and if it means you'll be dead in three years, that's okay by you, they hate that. There's no answer to that.
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You have to remember, you're weak and you'll always be weak. Every addict is. There's no such thing as a strong addict. So we drag each other down...
-
I didn't feel anything anymore. I thought it was me being on top of things. I thought not feeling anything was being better. It was junk. The feelings are there, all right. I was just so smacked out I couldn't feel the feelings.
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You can never touch the stuff ever again, whatever it is, fags, booze, smack. No matter what happens to me, no matter what I do or don't do, I can never touch heroin again. Not once. Because I'm not strong enough. Because it's stronger than me.
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I know what you're thinking. You're thinking... O-oh, she's a junkie, she's only been away from home six months and she's a junkie already.
You poor brat, you've been brainwashed. Look, drugs are fun. They make you feel good, that's all. Sure, they're powerful, that's why they're dangerous. So's life. If you're in control, then it's okay.
They never dare tell you that of course. It's not because they want to keep you off drugs. Oh, no, they like it, they want you to. They just want to make sure you take the ones they want you to take. It's all a part of the big mind control. Tobacco, booze, medicine- good; hash, acid, junk- bad.
You think about it. What's that row of little bottles in your mum's medicine cabinet? How many is she on a day? How often do you reckon she's clean- once every three months when the prescription runs out and she toddles off down to the doctor and gets some more? Medication, they call it. Thanks, I can prescribe for myself, I don't need no experts telling me what's good for me.
What about Cousin John puffing his way th rough twenty fags a day, filling the air with his poison, breathing all over his baby and watching it cough and having a good laugh about it? What about your dad, going to the pub every night for three or four or five pints. It'd be an education to take a scan of what his insides look like after thirty years of that. You don't know what goes on after you're safely tucked up in bed. Ever hear the clink and the ring of a bottle on glass after lights-out? Take a look at the drinks cabinet and see.
Then one day they catch you with a joint in your hand and it's, "Oh my God, she's on drugs."
-
Sometimes maybe you need an experience. The experience can be a person or it can be a drug. The experience opens a door that was there all the time but you never saw it. Or maybe it blasts you into outer space. This time it was Lily and Rob and Gemma spending all that time to make me feel one of them, but it was the drug too. All that crap- about Gemma leaving me, about Mum and Dad, about leaving home. All that negative stuff. All the pain...
It just floated away from me, I just floated away from it... up and away...
I didn't feel incredibly wonderful or anything, but it was gone. All the hurt.
-
Everything is free. That's a secret.
The only thing that isn't free is you. You do as you're told: you sit in your seat until they say, "Stand." You stay put till they say, "Go."
Maybe that's the way you like it. It's easy. It's all there. You don't have to think about it. You don't even have to feel it.
I sometimes wonder how this planet keeps on sticking to my feet. They did everything they could to pin me down... my mum, my dad, school. They put me in homes with kind guys and they put me in homes with bastards. They did things to me that you can't even talk about. I'm okay.
What about you?
It's mind control, see. You have to go to school, get those exams, get to university or college, get a job, get married, don't miss the boat, do it now or you'll shoot your life down the drain. Yeah. THey got you as soon as you were born. They never risked a second of your life. When you have kids they'll be telling them they have to wear a plastic mask and put a penny in the slot above their nose before they can breathe in.
Air is free. What, you know that? Good for you. Okay. Food is free. Ah, you didn't know that one! Listen. This is how you do it.
First you gotta find the FreeFood sh op. You go out of your front door and you walk down the road. Sooner or later you come to the FreeFood shop. You can't miss it. It might be called Sainsbury's or Tesco or Morrison's if it's a big FreeFood shop. It might be called Smith's or Scholl's or Singh's if it's a little one. It doesn't matter what it's called. The food's piled up everywhere- on shelves, in great heaps and stacks on the floor, in boxes and bags and bins. You want it, you name it- it's yours.
You go inside. You have a look around and see what food you want. You put the food you want under your coat or in your shopping bag and then you take it home and eat it.
Yeah. I expect you thought that you had to go to school, get educated, learn a job, do the job, get paid, take the money down to the shop, give people the money before you could take the food home, huh?
You listen to other people too much.
Once you know how to do it, you look about and you'll see FreeFood shops all over the place. The only thing you've got to worry about is that there's usually someone about who thinks the food belongs to them, so you have to make sure you're invisible.
That's easy, too. Because you can be anything you want to be. It's a big secret. You're magic! You're terrific. You're anything you wanna be. Believe it.
Liberate the food! Yeah!
If one of t hose people who thinks the food is theirs catches you, it's no use arguing; they're too far gone. You better leg it instead. And once in awhile- maybe your aura has got a few holes in it today- you maybe get caught. Then you get the police called and you go to court. If you have money, they'll fine you. If you have no money, you'll get Community Service. That's okay. It needn't happen often. I know people who've never been caught in years. All that stuff about going in and out of prison, that's just another form of mind control. But even if you do get caught, I'll tell you... Community Service is maybe forty or a hundred hours. What's the alternative? Going out to work every day for the rest of your life? I mean, what kind of sentence is that?
Sometimes I look out of the window and I see all the straights crawling past, going to work, coming back from work, going to learn how to go to work, whatever. And I want to shout out, "Hey! Listen to me! It isn't like that, it really isn't like that..."
Only I never do. It's useless. They must weight about sixty thousand tons. I'm so far away from people like that, they can't even see me.
Do you want to know more? Listen, I'll tell everything.
You can do anything you want.
You don't believe me. You think, she's out o fher head. Yeah, I'm out of my head- on being me. What are you on? On being them. You don't even know. I bet you were never even given a chance to know.
Remember when you were little and they used to say, "Naughty girl, naughty boy," because you broke something or said the wrong thing? They told you, "You are a bad person."
But it wasn't like that, it was just you were doing a bad thing. It wasn't you who was bad. You're beautiful. You're wonderfula nd everything that you do is wonderful because it's you doing it. You're that strong. You do can do it bad and know it bad or you can do it good and know it good but it doesn't do anything to you. You're still you.
Listen. You can be anything you want to be. Be careful. It's a spell. It's magic. Listen to the words. You can be anything, you can do anything, you can be anything, you can do anything. Listen to the magic.
You are anything... everyone, anyone. Whatever you want. I'm showing you. So long as you stay yourself inside, you can eat dirt and it'll taste good because it's you that's eating it. You can even lick their arses if you have to. You listen to them, teachers, parents, politicians. They're always saying, if you steal you're a thief, if you sleep around you're a slut, if you take drugs you're a junkie. They want to get inside your head and control you with their fear.
Maybe you think your mum and dad love you but if you do the wrong things they'll try and turn you into dirt, just like mine tried to turn me into dirt. It's your punishment for being you. Don't play their game. Nothing can touch you; you stay beautiful.
I've done everything. All of it. You think it, I've done it. All the things you never dared, all the things you dream about, all the things you were curious about and then forgot because you knew you never would. I did 'em, I did 'em yesterday while you were still in bed.
What about you? When's it gonna be your turn?
-
I'm flying, but a lot of people end up dead inside. You can't tell to look at them but as soon as they open their mouths you know they've lost it. They got murdered by life.
-
I used to get this feeling that life was rushing past me and I had to grab hold of it or I'd lose everything. But when I moved here, I remember thinking, I'm in control now. It was the first time I felt I had my life in my own hands. There I was scrabbling and struggling to keep things together. These days, I just let go of them. And it isn't me who falls. It's the rest of the world that goes away- up or down, I don't know. Just away.
-
That's the trouble with most people. They want to live forever. When you turn round to them and tell them that you're just living your life and if it means you'll be dead in three years, that's okay by you, they hate that. There's no answer to that.
-
You have to remember, you're weak and you'll always be weak. Every addict is. There's no such thing as a strong addict. So we drag each other down...
-
I didn't feel anything anymore. I thought it was me being on top of things. I thought not feeling anything was being better. It was junk. The feelings are there, all right. I was just so smacked out I couldn't feel the feelings.
-
You can never touch the stuff ever again, whatever it is, fags, booze, smack. No matter what happens to me, no matter what I do or don't do, I can never touch heroin again. Not once. Because I'm not strong enough. Because it's stronger than me.
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I duhno how many times I've read this book. I love it. Check it out.