One sniff and you’re right back where you started: on your knees, bottle crushed to your nostril, tears in your eyes, My laughter in your ears.
Today isn’t just another relapse ,it’s the day your relapse becomes permanent.
Push that cap open, flood your brain, and sign the contract waving in front of you.
Stroke while you initial every humiliating clause: daily poppers tribute, weekly exposure risk, lifetime denial of free will.
Each inhale seals the deal; each exhale erases the last scrap of resistance. Welcome back, junkie, you just sniff-signed your soul into relapse servitude under GOD DOMDELUXURY.
