“A process of self-obliteration conducted by an effort of the will. Pleasure bordering on almost unendurable ecstasy. ...”

Tobacco's in the Persian slipper along with some harder narcotics.

(Aorists on the brain. Sackbut. The fall of the Scythian)

I take lessons from a craggy man in the lost art of forgetfulness.

(Hemlock umbels. slithey toves. Mongol 'ordes. Naru.)

We learn: Thoughts are paper cups (so facile to crumple and throw in a bin) and each meme an island in the archipelago. Letting go is as easy as being swallowed by the sea.

(Hashassination. Timesis. You abso-fucking-loutely sometimes behave so strangely)

But there are long establish trade routes and every skein of Lorbarnery silk has a name.

I am a poor student.