With the recent death of Phillip Seymour Hoffman I think it's about time I come clean about my own addiction to heroin.
I got the monkey on my back.
I'm jonesing for the horse.
I love the fine china...I love the smack.
Blackjack.
I don't want no cold turkey for lunch.
Skag. Heat. Pump. Junk. Slink.
On the plus side... my middle name aint 'Seymour'
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Nice try...you ain't anywhere near that cool.
You planning on dying like a proper junkie?
Sitting on the john with a spike hanging out of your arm?
Well, at least this explains a lot.
(Philip Seymour Hoffman died?!?)
*bored sigh*
*checks date on this post, rolls eyes, twiddles thumbs, taps toe*
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