daydream that destroyed, one by one, all the objects in the world. Alcohol used in combination with other depressants, such as barbiturates can produce life threatening respiratory depression. They have a synergist effect on the brain when used together, much more so than when used alone. This effect has been studied in rats who were administered ethanol and pentobarbital. It was showed that these two drugs had a strong effect on GABA receptors. Usually, respiratory depression is treated by ventilatory and circulatory methods as well as getting rid of the drugs' presence in the body. Through this study, it was found that ampakine CX717 could help counter the effects of respiratory depression. This proves to be a viable option for treating the dangers of interaction between alcohol and other depressants. thorns of roses breaking skin, you're sweating sin and you are petty crime, premeditated murder, grand larceny I will name my baby girl Eleanor it has a air of grandeur and neurosis like a funeral pyre of your rst love if I died U would breathe in my ashes into your blackened lungs and run away with ur Parisian mistress you lie with religious icons and whisper sweet nothings with a forked tongue all my words sound the same same same all my thoughts remain fucked fucked fuck me who do you think I am ????? I am how you grasp your cigarettes I am your wet dream you have a touch like cigarette ash, broken glass you want to be my daddy but you can't choke me hard enough there isnt a pill i wouldnt swallow there isnt any of me left on your bedsheets bones composed of spread legs, forked tongues was i in your dream? where is your exit wound? paper thin skin, open mouth kisses i cant forget what you taste like all i left behind was smeared lipstick stains step one the disease of addiction can take many forms and for me it is to drugs, chaos and general self destructive behaviors. its complex and affects many parts of my life and others who love me my disease has been active through obsession, anxiety, depression, self loathing, compulsive behaviors and general unhappiness when Im obsessed, i need answers, i need things to go my way, i need to know a solution right then, i need what i want, my mind races and i do what i can to achieve what i want, i cant get out of my head sometimes i act on thoughts without realizing consequences, im impulsive and i follow my gut feeling without asking others and its usually distorted, i behave compulsively and what i want becomes more important than anything else or other peoples needs being self centered makes me selsh, only see things through my point of view, try and inuence things to work out best for me, have my cake and eat it too, get involved mentally in things that arent my business physically - ive gone through withdrawal, stress makes me sick mentally - anxiety, self loathing, self doubt, overwhelming fear emotionally - caused me to be irrational recently my addiction has made me lose focus of where i have come from and lose my gratefulness yes ive been obsessed with my past, what people think of me, people pleasing, it takes up all the space in my head (my anxiety) ive been saying things im doing are for solely closure where some is self seeking, wanting to be more important, wanting to be missed, wanting to show how much better ive become for selsh reasons ive blamed people for my anxiety, depression and for making bad decisions putting all the focus on them i have made my recovery seem less strong than other peoples, i compare myself to everyone and feel like Im inferior. my addiction is certainly bad enough compared to other peoples but the problem lays within thinking im good enough compared to other people yes, yes, yes. i feel like i should know better. i feel like my anxiety and depression are because im not working the program enough or that there is some moral failing within me im avoiding action of taking care of myself because i feel overwhelmed and like ill never achieve relief i came to recovery because i had enough, i was in too much pain, i felt alone and like it was a life or death situation working step one again is to work through my anxiety and how it relates to my addiction i rst recognized it as a problem when i went to rehab the rst time. it was the rst time i felt like i needed drugs and alcohol to feel happy. i tried to correct it but not fully. i wasnt ready sly eyes soft thighs easy lies please try mascara smeared on satin- pillowcases dull dreams weak knees turning black shooting smack i think you could be my baby but your friends say im a bad girl a sad girl a mad girl but you still lay me down and kiss me miss me i'm your sin i miss the boys with early graves who say my name when they cum i miss the girls with the heavy eyes who give me white lines in the school bathroom as I wipe your cum off my lips you say i fuck you like an angel but you don't want me in your heaven you told me my pussy is heavens gate i tasted like valium and four glasses of champagne slid your slippery ngers into my mouth so i could taste your pleasures as well you could use me as you saw t, bending me over your grandfathers wooden desk, my panties were always so wet for you wrapping yourself around me, ensnared in your intoxicating gaze fuck me hard enough and youll fall in love with me and the way i ran my tongue over the depths of your existence in my best lingerie i melted into your mattress and when you fuck her, you cant help but remember i am your medicine and she is the placebo i grew up in hospital intake centers, constant evaluations can you remember these three words - bell, pear, tree? count backwards from 100 and take these pills i grew up in between the legs of sweet girls who just wanted to be free and chose heroin over me fuck me in the bathroom for one more line i grew up in the basement of my parents house hiding from everything except 1950s horror lms and the virginities i took from doe eyed boys i grew up swallowing smoke and cheap vodka, over medicated i couldnt fuck people without poison in my veins i grew up in the streets of harrisburg walking home on front street at 4am, blacked out and alone, looking for the prettiest ower i grew up in the midst of hopelessness, chronic illness and the looming threat of death caused by my own struggles your skin felt like velvet, and now it feels like rotten wood i collected pieces of you but your words are cheap sweet dreams baby girl i love the way you suck my cock and i love the brazenness of your ways, you dont give a fuck about me and i could care less, i just want to be your bad habit, you sure are a raving beauty 10/2 i should write more often, they say its cathartic to journal and that its an important part of recovery. i feel empty, and utterly bored. just completely apathetic about everything in my life. my head and my thoughts always feel broken or stuck. i cant quite explain it but its unsettling. i don't have any perspective of hope when i'm acutely experiencing depression. i don't know how to x it and i know it takes time but I'm so so so tired of this. its so hard, everything, every task is a struggle. my world feels grey, no enjoyment in anything. anxiety over how to x myself, the truth that i can't and i am having trouble accepting that this is a permanent struggle. id almost rather be physically sick because i feel id have a better chance at happiness. these feelings are almost meaningless and i struggle to nd some sort of meaning in my sorrows. i wish i could create something genius, like those artists and writers who everyone praises despite their severe mental illness. despite, despite, despite. thats not a comfortable word for me to say. i want something positive to come out of this but i don't see what can when i'm in the midst of this fog. FOG - exactly how i would describe my feelings. a sinking feeling in my stomach. existential crises. constant fucking cravings for sugar and carbs but OF COURSE those affect my mood much more. goodbye for now, i need to nd a fucking chocolate bar. daydreams and hand tremors baby, oh baby, ill put on a show for you" do you talk about me in therapy? have you forgotten how gentle i am with you and your sorrows? "god-forsaken is beautiful too" am i your unrequited love? how does she compare to me? the circles under my eyes are dark and this misery is a heavy curse life was not a valuable gift, but death was"
Elzie Ball; Nathaniel Code; James Magee v. JAMES M. LEBLANC, SECRETARY, DEPARTMENT OF PUBLIC SAFETY AND CORRECTIONS; BURL CAIN, WARDEN, LOUISIANA STATE PENITENTIARY; ANGELA NORWOOD, Warden of Death Row; LOUISIANA DEPARTMENT OF PUBLIC SAFETY AND CORRECTIONS,