In a dark room.

I sit with euphoric fumes surrounding me. In the silence I realize that I am very much like god. We all are. We have the ability to create and to destroy. It is a wonder that we do not all worship ourselves. In many ways we do. We have become our own idols. Just look in the mirror, wear the labels, dance the dances...

Our culture is breeding something. The butcher knife is missing from the kitchen.
I don't fall for lures. I don't fall for anything or anyone.

The smoke surrounds. Can you smell the awakening in the air? A cancer feeding up your mind. An inner drive that can't seem to forget. Suffer yourself and reveal the lashes. The bullwhip cracks with such pure security.

1..3..4...How many more capsules can I tolerate within the hour?