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i used to swear i could never be a heroin addict. not that i don't adore prescription cough syrup and that sinking Burroughs worship. have you ever screwed someone from rangoon? have you ever flown to hawaii to get lei'd? wherein lies your Special Contamination? i had protein in my piss and there was a pitbull gnawing on our laziness, so i always took a cd walkman. that cuticle marking really shows up at raves under blacklight. some kinda, kinda, kinda method to distinguish the truly tweaked out scruffy from the the thee!
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