The moderate

I’m the extremist when I want to be the moderate, before I fall for the benign.

I’m the speed of a jet fighter before the sports car, slowed down till I’m cycling on the line.

I am the dead shot in the heart, before the miss of the shoulder, till I fail to load my quiver.

I’m the raging alcoholic where 100 is never enough, 1s to many and none donates a healthy liver.

I’m the trip head lost in a psychedelic dream, the one who will never try that again, before I fall for reality.

I’m the hesitation marks on my arm, before the thought that pain would numb it all, till I fall to the crying in the corner with dark voices in my head who threatened such fatality.

I ride up, I ride down, I’m the moderate that rides around.

D December 2018


Olazapine (The creativity killer)

Apart from the permanent hunger and morning sleepyness the worst thing about Olazapine is it almost completely kills my desire to be creative, active or be capable of much but watch TV and play games on my tablet. Even find reading harder than normal (and I’ve always found prose difficult to read)

So I may post some old work up here but for now I’m dry. Hopefully this drug is just a temporary measure to combat the paranoia. Though the reason I think it works with paranoid feelings is because you can no longer be arsed or give a shit what people think or may do to you.

Anyway Lazy Peace D xxx