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relinquishing junk. stage one, preparation: for this you will need one room which you will not leave. soothing music. tomato soup, ten tins of. mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. ice
this was to be my final hit, but let's be clear about this. there's final hits and final hits. what kind was this to be?
personality, i mean that's what counts, right? that's what keeps a relashionship going through the years. like heroin, i mean heroin's got a great fucking personality.
armed robbery. with a replica. i mean, how the fuck can it be armed robbery with a fucking replica?
heroin had robbed renton of his sex drive, but now it returned with a vengeance. and as the impotence of those days faded into memory, grim desperation took hold of his sex-crazed mind. his post-junk
living like this is a full-time business.
heroin makes you constipated.
two kilos. what''s that, about ten years? mikey forrester, russian sailors, what the fuck are you boys on, eh?
we took morphine, diamorphine, cyclizine, codeine, temazepam, nitrazepam, phenobartione, sodium amytal, dextropropo xyphene, methadone, nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine, dextromoramid
1000 years from now there will be no guys and no girls, just wankers. sounds great to me.
swanney taught us to adore and respect the national health service. for it was the source of much of our gear. we stole drugs. we stole prescriptions or bought them, sold them, swapped them, forged th
there are universes under your skin.
we live by the sun, we feel by the moon.
virágom, virágom, te engemet, én téged.
to all the killas and the hundred dollar billas.
ball so hard mother fuckers wanna fine me.
why explore the universe when we don't know ourselves?
there are so many mediocre things in life. love is one of them.
you are too young to hate the world so much.
lsd and you, the guide for a fun afternoon.
vodka is just awesome water.
WE LEFT OUR FAMiLiES. WE ABANDONED OUR HOMES. WE WORKED FOR NOTHiNG. WE SLEPT ON FLOORS. WE PARTiED HARD. WE LOST OUR MiNDS. WE DANCED WiTH THE DEViL. WE FACED OUR FEARS. WE SWALLOWED OUR PRiDE. WE GA
and kurt had a lot of demons.
vandalism: beautiful as a rock in a cop's face.
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