Scrawl on the Wall 017

And now I'm sitting here quiet, in my thorazine high, just feeling numb, just feeling alright.

I've got no bad reactions to phenothiazines; I've just got no reactions at all.
My postsynaptic receptors are blocked as fuck.

So I'll just sit here, gaining weight, sedate, and unable to ejaculate.

Dry mouth, blurred vision, and that good ol' pal, sexual dysfunction - as if I needed any help in that arena.

Yup.

Even looking at pictures of 13 different nubile Asian teens in a big milky vat of lube, just sort of seems different today - like looking at a Picasso and not giving a damn that everyone looks so fucking cubey.

Can't remember if it's day or night. Did I eat or am I starving?

Huh.

Gotta love those central nervous system side effects.

This is definitely making me feel all better and good and warm inside.

Science and technology, who thought they'd ever be so helpful?

Just gotta love these repetitive, involuntary, purposeless movements.

It's just like life, but improved by chemistry.