Downword Spy, Sell You, LarVel
Pretty Pinkish-Purple Polka-dotty Prescription Potty
WELL.
BUT.
Only Tues(d)ay:
beyond any possible inTRINsic value in abstraction and (personally)
pleasing hues and tones, there's the symbiotic, seemingly symbolic,
sure-suited symbology produced by the awareness that although those
dots appear to be the produce of a PhotoScope or a microShop session,
they are, in fact, the lasting side effect of a little fit I threw.
Through I was and threw I did; those dots are pills suffering a
deservedly slow death by dissolving with the added indignity of
spending their last hours at the bottom of my toilet. Their
prescription (except in one third world country where prescriptions
are helpful directions, not the legal granting of access as is the
case in the US) is marketed as remedial redress of the pop-psych
plague of dop(e)a(mine) up-taking, PLUS cocaine cravings, AND (if you
call in the next 5 minutes) the many malaisey maladies of smoking
cessation. I was disappointed, and gave them over dispassionately to
drown or be delivered by their Druglord Diety, should their innosence
be demonstrated thusly. But that didn't happen. Only the remonstration
of my low regard and estimation of their proper belonging. This same
irradication ritual would be repeated verbatim in that permissive
third world I mentioned, remember? It was another resultsless go at
it--albeit cheaper and more conveniently secured, that lack of
results. At least there's ONE drug with very attractive offerings and
non-(in-full)delivery of same, that I have no trouble definitively
assessing cost-benefit rats on, and acting accordingly in
once-and-for-all, don't-look-back style addressing of the stuffing.
Your,yore,yoar...
Down pat col'. Yo..
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