Itching a Scratch I want Ecstacy I want acid I want little lines of
coke to chop and play with pot to deseed and finicky
roll into joints. Sigh. It might be easier if I just liked
drinking more. I want to try Valium sometime, Alice
surely seemed to like it. Absinthe. Drugs. My mind just
itches for a good hallucinatory experience, sometimes.
I love the way acid scratches around my brains, and I
haven’t done it in about a year or so, nor coke
since last August, nor E since last December.
Ay. I’m sure I shouldn’t want these things, but
I still do. And I know Chris-Chris’s party will be
fun, even without the strippers, but I still
want to be beat. Or bound. Or whatever else crosses
Sir’s mind. My skin, my muscles itch for it. Sigh.
Maybe I should call Dan. Maybe a good fuck would help.
Maybe I should just get really fucked up. Sassi
asked permission to go out drinking with Akasha and some
of her friends at a Biker bar. They didn’t ask me, which is
probably just as well, I tend to get bored and/or in
trouble pretty quickly in bars, people come up and
talk to me and I don’t always have the sense to
tell them ‘go away.’ I don’t have the sense to do a lot
of things I maybe should.  ¶ 2:24 AM