��������������������������������������������������������������������������� ݱ17 Dec 89��������������������_ROR_-_ALUCARD_�������������������������? ް � � A ް � � ?ް � A ����߰ � C O L D T U R K E Y Tfile ް � Distribution ް ����� Centere ް �? � Written by: A Mysterious Shawn-Da-Lay Boy.....heh. - RoR - ް � A �_____________________________________________________________________ް � ?� Shawn-Da-Lay Boy Productions, Inc.����������������������������������ް ��������������������������������������������������������������������������ް ���The HQ of SDBP, inc - 415/236/2371��The Electric Pub - 415/236/4380���� �Primary Drop Sites������Rat Head - 415/524/3649�����Primary Drop Sites��� Title: argggggghhhhhhhhhh! I picked up the syringe and drew up the coke from the spoon, previously burned and blackened from cooking down the junk: 20 units of pure USP (500 mgs). I tied myself off - I needed no one and wanted no one. I had everything I needed and wanted and loved in that one syringe and in the plastic bag in my pocket. My veins stood out. They were clean from eighteen months of abstinence. A rush. I knew what it would feel like. I could get off again. And I had wanted this all along. I popped the point of the needle in. It was just like it used to be. No Problem. Registering immediately. The pin prick, the increasing power. The blood appears in the cartridge of the syringe and swirls * psychedelically * Clear solution and deep red blood encircle each other. I tap the plunger. WHAM! The Hydrochloride taste in the back of my throat. Tachycardia ensues... Vision blurs and the top of my head shoots off in a dynamic burst of rockets, stars, and energetic propulsion. Oh, yes; total body, mind, and soul orgasm. Flash! Here comes that same old feeling again. Flash! Paradise. Flash! Instantaneous burst of power and pleasure. Flash! Total intensity and stimulation. Flash! The world in a syringe. Pure, unadulterated energy and pleasure. I register again and boot it again, and again, and again. Once is not enough. Never can I get enough. I withdraw the needle and the thick red liquid oozes out rapidly. Pressure must be 220 over 160. Pulse up to 240 - a new record. I stagger to the sink and rinse the syringe. Time is not determinable. There might as well be no such thing. Quickly I drop 2 grains (128 mg) of morphine (no demerol available tonight and good heroin is practically impossible to come by these days) into the fit and draw up another 20 units of water (shake and bake). The saccharin like tablets dissolve almost immediately. I tie off and jab the spike in, already beginning to rush, and fire up the morphine. Wham! About face. Excruciating pins and needles and the hydrochloride taste is overpowering. A ton of bricks on my chest. Breathing is difficult. The inevitable arrhythmias ensue. Fear? Why not? It's all part of the web. I anticipate it. I grab on for all it's worth. The closer I come, the more intense the experience, the adventure, the challenge. Time is nonexistent. The nod (drowsiness), the hallucinations. Truly a roller coaster of the most intense, instantaneous experiences imaginable. The chemicals jerk you up, down, around, and inside out at a pace only * GOD * can perceive. Excuse me while I kiss the sky - and nearly die. Call these other fine boards..... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -= The Legion Outpost.........................................415/521/7413 =- -= The Crystal Ship...........................................415/524/9951 =- -= The Village................................................415/237/4145 =- -= Pro Leech..................................................415/236/8192 =- -= The Nimitz Downport........................................415/276/3677 =- -= Lunatic Labs...............................................213/655/0691 =- -= Bad Dudes Hideout..........................................415/391/0704 =- -= Skeleton Crue..............................................415/376/8060 =- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- RoR - Alucard -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-