My night dreams taste like scalping a person without anesthesia. They feel like those dusty Soviet 80' sweaters sold on a greasy flee market.
Phenazepam is my drug of choice, and I can't understand if I blacked out or if that's what Euphoria is supposed to feel like.
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12th Unit Stories
Non-FictionWhat happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Whatever happens in a psych hospital lingers in your head for an awhile. Do not expect horror asylum stories. Those are actually quite the opposite of my notes. Love your doctors. do no harm. don't drink coffee...
