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We chose our poison.13 Sept. 2007 We had been friends and business associates for upwards of ten years. As we got to know each other more intimately, we found certain parallels in our lives; no, we were not homosexual, however, had one or both been, or even entertained the notion, we surely would have welcomed the variety.For we realized that there were very few, if any, limits that we imposed on our own behavior, indeed, we reveled in abandon, we were drunk on pushing boundaries imposed on us from outside… Laws, social mores, etiquette, religious imperatives… all were but grist for the mill of our wanton, nearly insatiable appetites. We were determined to elevate our transgressions to an art form. By necessity (or preference?) a foul, reprehensible art form, but what of it? Were there other horizons yet unbreached? We thought not. We radically altered our own consciousness.13 Mar. 2008We allowed ourselves to become addicted to the milk of the divine poppy after comprehensive, and exhaustive research of illicit chemicals. We found this transcendent juice to be the most tolerable, and least toxic of the commoner recreational drugs, no overt side effects other than a marked slowing of the bowel and of course, physical addiction, were to be found. Indeed, we found the agency of the poppy to be inspiring and healthful, as long as one’s supply was uninterrupted. Surely the same could be said of money, or food? We were far from the judgments of the state or the pulpit…However, in order for us to truly adjudge the totality of the effects of this elixir, we needed an experimental subject.