Not poisonous, yet there's poison. I know there is. Just like I drink until I feel my head spinning and feel the motion sickness curl up like a ball in my throat and then swirl out as I roll out on the floor, blank, then I see the floor again, another blank, I'm walking down the avenue, I don't remember how I got here, nor how long it's been, but I don't even think about it. I don't even think anything. But yet here I am, walking. Stumbling, more like. Man, these lights really are strong, can barely see shit, just this massive green glow from the pharmacy sign. Kinda blinded by it. Kinda blank again. Oh wait, no, I just blinked, don't mind it. So poisoned, I feel it coming out again, really don't like the taste of it now, but it felt so good when it came in. When it hit. It's not even illegal! Bless. Doesn't feel as good now. I feel grass on my face, guess I must've fallen asleep at some point. Glad I landed on grass and not on dog shit. There's a spider just looking down on me, on that little wall. It's a little spider with spindly long legs. It doesn't care. It's just staring. Bet it won't even bite if I punch it. But I won't punch it. I'm not a brute, I just lost control of my life, ya know? Momentarily, of course. I'll get it back, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after. But it'll be back under my control. Not punching the poor spider, though. It's just staring. Didn't do no harm. Even if it did, might not even realize it. But it's just there. Staring at me. If it hated me, maybe it'd bite me. Maybe not. Maybe if it was as big as me, it'd really sink its teeth in. Maybe if I punched it, it'd bite me harder. Harder, daddy long legs, harder.