120 Minutes of Sodom by C.F. Molina

120 Minutes of Sodom

by C.F. Molina

time is it?

sick again this fucking monkey on my back I got an abcess the last time fuck it, so tired

been nodding before it’s a warm feeling heating up the spoon now let’s up the dose a bit stamp bag with a picture of Mickey Mouse on it viscous fluid spoon

I forget how everything started, but I know how this ends I know a guy who lost an arm I mean, he didn’t lose the arm, but he passed out on it They put 60 staples in his arm and now it just kind of hangs there All the muscle’s gone He had to talk the doctor out of removing it stupid, but he can pretend that he didn’t lose his arm you pretend that you’re okay then you go get more boy

belt around arm; You don’t actually need a belt but I’m trying to help you imagine Anyway, I’m tightening it and flexing, it helps with finding the veins don’t actually remember pushing the plunger

what it feels like when you OD: warm warmer WARMEST Pins and needles

you want to cry out for help but you can’t you feel it rise in your throat fuzzy headrush ears ring nothing.

don’t remember falling asleep but I’m by myself needle in arm three hours three days la misma vaina feel like I’m drowning right now

arms, legs, face all burning nose broken, the sink is red now I want to get up, see my face inspect the damage but, legs don’t work

all I can do is moan and groan for someone to help me But no noise comes out arms move needle still there godmyfuckingheadiskillingme hit not finished plunger goes down and then I feel mys—