Digging up the Past Part 2

Note: I wrote this at some point around the millenium. It is loosely based on my addiction to a certain brand of cough syrup, an addiction that lasted about 5 or 6 months. It is obvious that this piece does not paint a pretty picture. Parts of it are fictional. Do yourself a favour and don't use cough syrup recreationally. It will fuck your life up in a hurry.

Diary of a cough syrup addict

Wake up…Eat a piece of toast…Drink cough syrup…Check e-mail…Drink cough syrup…Wonder what went wrong…Smoke a few cigarettes…Drink cough syrup…Try to convince a friend not to commit suicide…Briefly consider suicide…Drink cough syrup…Lift weights and pace back and forth…Drink cough syrup…Do some writing…Feel the warm rush of the cough syrup soften the senses…Have conversation with imaginary lover…Watch a spider on the ceiling and admire its purpose…Drink cough syrup…Contemplate the anger you feel towards your family…Contemplate the anger you feel towards yourself…Make plans to go out drinking…Chain smoke…Drink cough syrup…Admit to yourself that women have the power to destroy your mind…Admit to yourself that cough syrup has the power to destroy your mind…Admit to yourself that admitting things to yourself makes you crave cough syrup…Drink cough syrup…Briefly consider moving to Texas…Think about taking hostages…Realize that both these options require too much planning…Drink cough syrup…Accept that humanity is fast approaching a completely disposable culture…Envy dead people…Try to accept that there is no gentle understanding of life…Drink five glasses of water…Daydream about your childhood and wish you could have your youthful enthusiasm back…Drink cough syrup…Go out drinking...Compliment people on how they love to talk about themselves…Accept that getting to know people is a dirty business. Especially if their dreams are dead…Act concerned for the well being of others as your mind slips in and out of reality…Get righteously drunk on beer and cough syrup…Feel the numbness set in like a fucking jackhammer…Pass out in a field near train tracks.


"What's with that territorial happiness that you prove unto me?"
"There's a different season in my heart brewing. I'm in love with the possibilities."
"Well that is absolutely charming. I think I just fell in love with you. It is now my duty to devote myself in the name of your worship. Let me prove to you that I'm worth saving. Feel my furnace."
"That was good. You're good. I think I can seriously dig your funky dance. I could get severely funky with you. Let's blast off into the night. Hold me you sinful bastard. Take me there. Sting me cuz baby I wanna be STUNG."
"Hold me until my pants explode from the sexual animal that I've become. Heal me you dirty creature of lust. We’ll get naked and cruise the dead highways with madly beautiful wreckage in our wake. I want to live through your therapy. Bless me with your perfection. Bless me with the design of your interior, walls not inferior. Let's ignite this peaceful groove. Until we can no longer move. Until our lives IMPROVE...