drugs for change (1/?)
anonymous
March 14 2009, 22:32:04 UTC
Alfred Jones, America. Cocaine.He breaks it down, some high-end cocaine from this one guy he knows in water and other shit, sitting on the edge of this bed. It's soft right now, but he knows just in a little while he won't feel a thing. Nothing. Alfred has got into the habit of shooting it up, smoking it and just snorting it doesn’t seem to appeal to him. There’s an edge, a danger about this one. One shot, and your out
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This is what I'm looking for, exactly. Please post it on the first page so that I know it's here! It's only by chance that I browsed back here!!! Links are your friend!
It's Not A Habit [1/?]
anonymous
March 29 2009, 04:52:52 UTC
Francis Bonnefoy, France, Ecstasy.
August 5th, 1995. Bayonne, France.
Francis is six days into a fifteen day rave located in a military site near the beach and he couldn't be happier as he greets the sunrise with arms wide open. This rave with its pulsing of freedom and music and camaraderie away from all the labor strikes and bullshit and worry is just what he needs.
Suddenly the world starts to spin in front of him and he lands on his back on the sand, a stupid grin on his face. He spreads his arms and legs back and forth to make angels before sitting up and wiping the sweat from his brow. Someone passes him a water bottle and he drinks like a dying man.
It's the ecstasy, he realizes. The ecstasy is making me thirsty just like it's making everyone else thirsty. We're all connected by this experience that will never be the same again. This is true fraternité"It's beautiful, isn't it
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Happiness is a warm gun. [1/2]
anonymous
March 29 2009, 22:37:28 UTC
15 £ get you about a .2 gram lump of sticky brown tar. It looks like toffee, and it sticks to Arthur's finger as he places it on a spoon with his face screwed up in concentration. This soft, sticky tar has less cut than the hard, opaque kind you get. He has learnt that much after a while
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DRUGS ARE BAD, MMKAY?
I want the hard stuff, anon. (No weed, Canada...) I want it dark nasty gritty AND sparkly trippy crazy.
Things I'd like to see:
America and cocaine
Germany and speed
Canada and inhalants (gas-huffing D:)
France and ecstasy
Russia and LSD
UK and heroin
China and opium
and more, if you can. Just. Make. It. Rough. (Yes, sex is cool too. Descriptive drugged states is the main kink!)
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(Next time though please give my poor old eyes a break w/ larger font! <3)
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This is what I'm looking for, exactly. Please post it on the first page so that I know it's here! It's only by chance that I browsed back here!!! Links are your friend!
Please continue. I like where this is going.
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please continue (and have an internet and a firstborn while you're at it)
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August 5th, 1995. Bayonne, France.
Francis is six days into a fifteen day rave located in a military site near the beach and he couldn't be happier as he greets the sunrise with arms wide open. This rave with its pulsing of freedom and music and camaraderie away from all the labor strikes and bullshit and worry is just what he needs.
Suddenly the world starts to spin in front of him and he lands on his back on the sand, a stupid grin on his face. He spreads his arms and legs back and forth to make angels before sitting up and wiping the sweat from his brow. Someone passes him a water bottle and he drinks like a dying man.
It's the ecstasy, he realizes. The ecstasy is making me thirsty just like it's making everyone else thirsty. We're all connected by this experience that will never be the same again. This is true fraternité"It's beautiful, isn't it ( ... )
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It's so, so good, anon. Don't second-guess yourself for a second. This is all I could want from this prompt and more.
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Also, random thought. Latvia and meth, y/n? It would explain his canon habit of twitching all the time.
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Any and every drug, any and every nation, anon. You're doing wonderfully.
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