Heavenly Stigma

    I don't think it's good for anyone to abuse any substance, whether it be coffee or cocaine or candy. However, I'm a firm believer in moderation and personal responsibility, so if you're willing to commit your time to researching a consumable drug of any sort (though I guess if it's a drug, it's already assumed to be consumable), then you're in a reasonable position to consume it, being fully aware of consequences. This is a disclaimer, and not the introduction to a rant on drug use and abuse.     I felt pretty grown up this evening, as I was running errands for the household, refilling 5 gallon water jugs with K.Flay blasting from my car behind me. The neighborhood pizzeria was having some promotional event just around the corner, it'd seem, as a giant red and blue domino danced on the sidewalk. It'd seemed pretty pleased with itself as friendly car horns blared as they passed it.     It felt good to be out and about. 7PM on summer ni...

It tasted like cinnamon. It was spicy and sweet, almost overpowering, yet somewhat bitter. I loved it. I was addicted from the start a personality like cinnamon. Spice paired with spite took me over. Sometimes lovely to the eye, but far too much for the soul K.B

*** Disclaimer: This is a log and reflection on my personal experience of the consumption of 250mg of Diphenhydramine HCI, an uncontrolled substance  known to be fatal in excessive consumption. I have personally dedicated hours of research on this drug's composition, effects, and consequences. Not only do I discourage the consumption of such a chemical for the sake of health in general, but I'd personally discourage its recreational use for anyone looking for a "legal high". If you insist on consuming it, I'd strongly encourage doing so with a sober person or persons present, as they can prevent you from risking harm to yourself, as well as present positive stimulation that contributes strongly to an enjoyable experience. My experience with the substance allows me to safely consume the substance without company present. Even in moderate amounts, the dissociative hallucinogen can cause an unpleasant nauseating sensation, vomiting, paranoia, difficultly breathing...

   When one commits themselves to a serious relationship, there's generally only two ways things will end for them. They either break up, or they spend the rest of their life with that person. The latter requires far less passion than focused determination and coincidental compatibility.     I recently ended one of the most serious relationships I've ever committed myself to (to date). It is by far the most difficult internal conflict I've ever had the chance to experience. How can I feel so certain of myself and my future when I have a crying woman proclaiming their dedication for the One who just denounced theirs.     It wasn't just a diminishing passion though, it was me finally reasoning with myself that it wasn't healthy to begin with. Yet, I don't think I was ever unreasonable or harmful. She seemed to realize this too. In blunt terms, she knew I was good to her, but didn't know she wasn't good for me.    How could I w...

If I've learned anything at all in the last month, it's that we can't identify with the sins of our fathers, and that  if we rush for everything we want, and ignore the people we need, We'll move slower than a slaked slug on a salt plain until the near acidic surface renders us still. I remember flashes of blue on gold, or "olive" as you'd call it. I vaguely remember firm tender hands steering me to a hardwood dancefloor As I swayed helplessly to the rhythm of your bare shoulders. I felt your eyes pulling at a knot in my stomach. What I'd give to redo that night I'd find myself stroking your cheek Instead of rubbing my eyes I remember sitting outside a café by myself one night and the sleepy street lights swirling in the corners of my eyes. I wanted to drive home, to you, but I knew the walk to my car would be hell. As my head fell Into my hands, I was afraid I'd never learn. I mean, What good are you to a teenage girl if yo...

I'd like to steer you into a dark corner Leaving you without audience, and thus, power Would I see something human? A quivering lip or twitch in the eye to say "there's a chance" I’d like to strip you down To a you without guise Fingers tracing every whispered word that drips down your chin Like the affections of a quarter hour in a bar's bathroom stall I'd like to see right through you To know how your inescapable eyes Translate life into a setting and story, Into art, as only you could do I'd like to believe that I don't Ta ta type in vain That these fingers don’t blister while my thoughts Saturate with images of you I'd like to think That I've not gone through all I have Past people and porridge and cells Only to get distracted by someone Who seems to trap me with three unfinished walls And words so artfully entwined with sadism and insincerity But I can't Daniel R.