My one perfect arm...What easier way in could there be?
And I still do it...
It'll be alright Jason. This stuff that we give you is some kind of a miracle drug. Just been delivered from across the sea...far far away. Collected and saved just for you and your profusely bleeding brothers & sisters. It's nice isn't it. Look how clear the liquid is inside the pretty little glass bottles. Shimmering under the hospital lights like a minute ocean filled with the most precious & rare pearls. These will make you smile again...gone will be the days & nights where you cry like a baby whenever you move. Gone will be the times when you feel like stabbing yourself in the ankle to relieve some of the pain. And gone too are all those times when you wished you were dead.
You can keep the flip-off lids from the bottles and play with them...like draught pieces. Aren't they just so cool. And the little butterflies with their beautiful brightly coloured wings. And just look at the size of those syringes. When you have finished with them you can rinse them out and play in your garden with your Sisters and squirt water at them. The Summers just won't be the same anymore. You're such a lucky lucky boy.
Just keep filling yourself up with this stuff and all will be well again...I can assure you of that. Don't worry about running out, as the kind Men & Women from across the otherside of the ocean are all too willing to give you more of their beautiful blood. They even take blood from each other and use the same needles so all you little boys and girls don't run out of yours. And they get paid for it to...pocket money for sweets, cigarettes and various other things that make them feel wonderful while they are helping you. One of them was a thief...another a violent drug dealer. There was even a murderer and a rapist...all trying to help you...to save you...along with my fellow medical colleagues.
Repeat after me children..."We thank the medicoes"
Jason
'Ian Kevin Curtis R.I.P. Walk In Silence'
(C) JPT 2007.........1463.45 miles
