by Robert Gryfft
We just called it Happiness. It was cheap, easier to make than meth, and just breathing the fumes was enough. We told our friends and then we made enough for everyone. Anyone who could still walk made more.
Now all of us are Happy. Most of us are dead. I wish someone would make more.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
And I Feel Fine
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