I nearly slipped. I may still. I just ordered glass pipes on Amazon. But I cancelled the order. It’s that easy. It’s that easy to order pipes and call a dealer and be back in the cycle of death. Grant me the the serenity.
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I nearly slipped. I may still. I just ordered glass pipes on Amazon. But I cancelled the order. It’s that easy. It’s that easy to order pipes and call a dealer and be back in the cycle of death. Grant me the the serenity.
Nearly slipped… but you didn’t! You did good today!!
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Throwing out glass pipes is a ritual to me, as if everyone knows, and it is deeply symbolic to me. I keep it out of duty, I discard it out of fear. I smashed one on the sidewalk with drug still in it and some nearby street folk basically hissed at me.
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It’s so ritualistic. Symbolic. Glass pipes haunt me even after they’ve been destroyed.
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Yeah. I feel like the cops know, the dealers know. It’s fucked.
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I just mean cos I think of them. Dream about them.
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