My daughter screams and I rush outside
and gather her in my arms.
They say the sense of smell is processed deep in our reptilian brain. The things we experience when stimulated create a gestalt event -- the feel, the thoughts, the images are like Ponderosa pines. Flying on speed was ecstasy. More than the greatest sex, More than winning the lottery. More than cake and ice cream pie. I gladly offered my life for the rush of crystal meth. The rush that gives you the world -- the strength of Samson, the wisdom of Solomon and the very power of God. It hits you like a tsunami as you pull the needle out, engulfs you complete and simultaneous with the smell of the cotton swab.She's scraped her knee
Kenny A. Chaffin - 6/28/01
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