stoned...
had to give up and take half a dose of Orphenadorph, aka Norgesic
Forte. If people knew I had this stuff every junkie for miles would
bust into my house. I took half a pill and it's mkeing me, at 6'1" 235
lbs, think that I am floating somewhere above my deks and typing
downwards. my fingers ar etyping down. Yu get the idea. I'm sitting in
my chair but my fingers are typing downwards.
I notice I can't spell either. too damm bad. Everything is peaceful. I have no problems. I am high as a kite. I highly recommend this stuff to anyone who has migraines, body aches, or just wants some very amusing hallcinations. Delusions. Delusions are when you think some thing false. I'm deluded. I can't remember what I'm deluded about, but it's important stuff.
Two nights ago I took some Darvocet, my painkiller of choice. The strangest thing happened. As I was reading, I felt my mental ink flowing into each word like stoneground inkstone powder turned quicksilver fast. The words on the page got larger and larger until I coukld see how the sun and rain had affected the tree's growth and distorted the printer's intended perfection. my black ink power ran into the cracks and crevices and filled the empty grooves.
While I'm marvelling at this my brain ran out of ink. Not mid-sentence or even mid-word, but mid-letter. It was soem capitos letter like B or E... I got about halfway down the crossbars and there was nothing left. Nothing. I tried to push more out but there was none left. As I fell asleep, the half-letter poweder drained back into my head.
Now I remember. I can block telephone numbers with my mind powers.
I notice I can't spell either. too damm bad. Everything is peaceful. I have no problems. I am high as a kite. I highly recommend this stuff to anyone who has migraines, body aches, or just wants some very amusing hallcinations. Delusions. Delusions are when you think some thing false. I'm deluded. I can't remember what I'm deluded about, but it's important stuff.
Two nights ago I took some Darvocet, my painkiller of choice. The strangest thing happened. As I was reading, I felt my mental ink flowing into each word like stoneground inkstone powder turned quicksilver fast. The words on the page got larger and larger until I coukld see how the sun and rain had affected the tree's growth and distorted the printer's intended perfection. my black ink power ran into the cracks and crevices and filled the empty grooves.
While I'm marvelling at this my brain ran out of ink. Not mid-sentence or even mid-word, but mid-letter. It was soem capitos letter like B or E... I got about halfway down the crossbars and there was nothing left. Nothing. I tried to push more out but there was none left. As I fell asleep, the half-letter poweder drained back into my head.
Now I remember. I can block telephone numbers with my mind powers.