Are you enjoying this? Good. You have about five minutes left. I might be off by a year or two, but let's just call it five minutes. It's easy to say shit like that, because if your'e wrong, no one complains.

Desire is a strange thing. I don't want all this crap I already have. I already have it. It's crap now. I want the things I don't have, obviously. But not just because I don't have them. I want them because

DISCLAIMER- All events and actions written about under the title 'Slithering through Paradise' are completely fictional, and have no basis in anything like reality. It's entirely made up nonsense. Also,

The opposite of a ghost is a shadow. Both are outlines of something that is here and not here at the same time. The guy who was with me the next morning called them Tree Spirits. They looked like a blur

The cockroaches in her apartment were strung out on dope. Big Bee would shoot around $50 bucks worth of dope at a time (1980's prices), so when she set her spoon on the floor and fell out, if you were

If you go over the wall in act II, you better have fireworks and free hand jobs for act III. It was September 1973. The tall people were not giving up on sending me to Kindergarten. The 70s were different.

It's a trick of the light that surrounds a shadow. Shadows were mingling on the ceiling, but they had my head taped to the bed, so I couldn't make out what movements were blocking the light, outlining

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