cannabis - a drug for sheep. a drug for sheperds. drug for short-term hermits. this is the scene. if it is the scene. you are the scene. dope is for sheep afraid to sheer the coat of hairy woolen conformity! dope burns tiny hot rocks in the mind and blasts out a lot of electrical wiring. dope brings no man or woman the meat of some kind of real love. it makes brittle. and scatters thoughts afar and looses itself. waster of time.
cocaine - the famous coke wanker in his own mind assured. steady. ready. an EGO the size of a mountain. but in the morning shakes to a powdery keg of a cheap kind of synthetic sugar that disolves. coke is for the slow to speed up and loose themsleves and develop heart murmurs in later life. cokes has no friends and loves everybody.
ecstasy - meets God in the middle of the dance floor. god is the devil. totally lifts the mind of burden and drifts in ease and happily calms mind down to a steady hug each and every man woman. but it drives wild hysterical with visions of aboslute paranoia and i-am-all-alone-now-and-always-was-when-sober but every high it gives it wears the entire skeleton soul right down…it makes friends and opens up doors that can become clear windows…but no mind can be totally left open without totally falling apart, without loosing definition.
ACID - you’ll never come back and if you do you’ll be older and more afriad. and you’ll grow traits of OCD and you’ll never be at peace and you’ll never remember what or why or where or if anything happened that didn’t come from the actual trip that time you never slept and went home and tidied up your entire house for five hours straight for no reason whatsoever other than you couldn’t sleep… acid makes you a clown in the actual circus of Real Mental Illness…screaming - i won’t in, i won’t in, i have a memebership card…
alcohol - is everybodies bestfriend. until you drink yourself into total ridiculous anger. red mist. and every reaction is purely provocative, reactionary. bitter vile incurable. it leaves you pissing in the middle of the street trousers down. it leaves you screaming irrational nonsense as though it were the fable of the absolute mending of all wrong doing. it makes you trample all over your family and still you feel you are the one suffering the injustice. it makes you cold selfish. it switches off the mind. and turns on the devil. and the devil rides you like a child. it kills you. straight.