u are heroIN when you can stand all pains without forgetting them ...
the HERO of heroin is in your temptation

Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
I've broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean
I don't understand
What destiny's planned
I'm starting to grasp
What is in my own hands
I don't claim to know
Where my holiness goes
I just know that I like
What is starting to show
Sometimes ...
Clean ...
As years go by
All the feelings inside
Twist and the turn
As they ride with the tide
I don't advice
And I don't criticize
I just know what like
With my own eyes
Sometimes
Clean
Sometimes


:o

juraj:

myslim si ze o drogach viem celkom dost. Ak ta zaujima moj nazor mozno trocha prekvapujuci citaj, na - !

Heroin, vela som o nom rozmyslal. Moja nocna mora. Zavislost zavislosti, ludske trosky, sliny az pozem, zufalci a bedari.
Trosky, socky, dehonestatory, jedinci.

Vies duri, kazdeho cesta je ina, a pokial je jej prienikom takato namotavka, je uplne jedno ako sa k tomu postavim. Odide jedna namotavka a pride druha.

Vsetko je nieco za nieco. Droga dava / droga berie. Heroin patri k extremu (z toho co pozname a co je bezne dostupne). Berie vsetko, nenavratne ale to co dava, musi byt zakonite tiez extrem.

Duchovne hodnoty a vseobecne meritko principov toten pomyselny rebricek nech si kazdy slobodne postavi sam, bez predsudkov a alibarstva.

- heroin (Hero IN)

if you`re trying to kill the pain, you`re creating it
pain killer
pain killer
kill yourself

naozaj ti tvoj heroin robi az tak zle? nevies ho zahrnut do svojej mysle nejakym sposobom, ktory nebude skodit?

vsetci sme na niecom zavisli, a je to tak dobre.

hovoril som si juraj, po nasich debatach na temu buddhizmus (pre mna to bola tema "nihilizmus"), ze ukoncili sme to celkom slusne, a ako si povedal (alebo to bol dorje?) ze nema zmysel sa dalej rozpravat, lepsie bude ked sa niekedy uvidime. suhlasil som, obcas ma to napadlo. Ale teraz ma uz nic nelaka sa s Tebou stretnut.

Ked mam nedostatok heroinu a citim sa fakt zle (psychicky), nastupuje depresia, uplne sa do nej ponorim, zacnem rozmyslat nad tym, co bude, ked uz nebudem, dostavam sa v mojej mysli do inej reality, okolny svet prestavam vnimat a som hlboko ponoreny. Plavam a nevnimam ani to, ze by som sa mal aj vynorit a nadychnut, pravidla v normalnom svete u mna uz nefunguju a vtedy mi zacina byt lepsie, ked uz necitim, ze sa okolo mna nieco deje. Som to len ja voci mojim myslienkam, aj ked niekedy po chvili zacnem rozmyslat nad tym, ze by som ich najradsej zabil, zmazal, vystrelil si ich z hlavy.
Najlepsie sa citim v mojom svete, v mojej vlastnej realite. Najhorsie je, ked ma niekto vyrusi a moje zmysli zase zacnu vnimat okolny svet a ja si zacnem uvedomovat, ze mi nieco chyba, znovu nastupuje depresia.
Takto to prezivam ja, ked nemam heroin. Dufam, ze som to spravne pochopil. :)

zeby - "kto sa citi byt zavisly?"
;)

I don’t know just where I’m going
But I’m goin’ to try for the kingdom if I can
’cause it makes me feel like I’m a man
When I put a spike into my vein
Then I tell you things aren’t quite the same

When I’m rushing on my run
And I feel just like jesus’ son
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess that I just don’t know

I have made very big decision
I’m goin’ to try to nullify my life
’cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper’s neck
When I’m closing in on death

You can’t help me not you guys
All you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess I just don’t know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I’d sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
I put on a sailor’s suit and cap

Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils in this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess I just don’t know
Oh, and I guess I just don’t know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it’s my wife and it’s my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I’m better off than dead

When the smack begins to flow
Then I really don’t care anymore
About all the jim-jims in this town
And everybody putting everybody else down
And all of the politicians makin’ crazy sounds
All the dead bodies piled up in mounds, yeah

Wow, that heroin is in my blood
And the blood is in my head
Yeah, the god’s good as dead
Ooohhh, God that I’m not aware
I just don’t care
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess I just don’t know

aj nadej na to, ze dostanes aspon malicku davku heroinu zabija..

anal disaster :)

P.S.: pre tych nedomyslavejsich, ktori zvyknu o mne sirit povery o tom, ako vela fetujem: methaporical znamena metaforicky a heroin zatial nedavam. dakujem za pozornost :)