The four pill syndrome of valium mogadon fight to quieten the brains electrical impulses that might fire a synaptic flash to restart the sleeping mind. Old memories of long dead relatives reinforce the stereotypes of bygone ages crippling with warm blankets of echoing voices in the room.Tales of abuse and dysfunction cascade into the rooms to excuse sonambulance sleepers as the unconscious mind backfires into a recovery myth that only the sleeping understand. The co-dependent vampire mamma and dad of the past weave there tapestry of shame, manipulation and blame.
Sleeping scorpions recite from dead tombs reading old worn out solutions to new addictive invaders that constantly change the once delicate balance of the mind. The incessant ring of an Iphone completes with a blackberry sheepish grins brake the masks as they feverishly fight to turn off the unwanted addictive visitor, the technological dealer in control, pain and anguish. Announcing to world the ground breaking news of a five year recovery tattoo, a recovery birthday cake congratulations on five year sleep over. Ghosts of denial or not quite knowing, flutter like existentialist moths around the fluorescing tubes of doubt, alighting on unwary. The sleepers run down the corridors of the train hopping to evade the final destination of station relapse or the buffet coach. cocaine cockroaches scrabble amongst the white crumbs of the coach floor. The coat hangers quieten in the rickety wardrobe of recovery.
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