A poem
Down the neural pathways
In the black hole of the mix
Where wild endorphins copulate
"There'll be no politics

No greed, no war, no hunger
Only general ecstasy" -
The rhetoric has hardly changed
Since your dad took LSD...

Not by me - in fact I'd love to know who wrote it (and find out how the rest goes). Anyone know? Could be Roger McGough, perhaps?
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 6 Dec 2010, 11:26, 2 replies)

Bill w
Wow! Last place I expected to see the 12 "promises"

Been there, did it for 7 years. What a disappointment. After 7 years I couldn't stand that the real promise was that you'd be the last man standing Ina sea of dysfunctional numptys all avoiding their abuse and mental health issues. I could comprehend the word mindgames and the word getthefuckouttahere !!

Got professional help and now even drink moderately.

Promises schmomises !!

Did u know bill w was on hallucinogenic drugs when he had his spiritual awakening ? And now "millions of people" have recovered following his lead!?!?

Cult, numpties, massiveDrugzleader

Die AA die !!!!
(zooromeo, Tue 7 Dec 2010, 0:03, closed)

Of course he was hallucinating he was withdrawing and pumped up with God knows what in Towns Hospital
Dr Bob wasn't though ;-) Keep it simple.

7 years later AA isn't about meetings, it's about helping another alcoholic - the trouble is that doesn't work if you take up moderate drinking.
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Wed 8 Dec 2010, 16:28, closed)

Ooooohhhh, I wrote a poem about pills as well.
I said 'Nice one, sorted, pukka, sound, I'll do you a pill for fifteen pound.'
I said 'Nice one, sorted, pukka, sound, pop this baby you'll be of the ground.'
I said 'Nice one, sorted, pukka, chill, can you sort me out with another pill?'
'cause if you want it; I've got it, and I'm always around.
I'll do you an ounce for fifty pound.
I went to a rave, got out of my face.
I did ketamine, it was fucking ace.
Fuck me man, you're really hardcore.
I can tell from here, you know the score.

*hangs head in shame, and gets coat*
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Tue 7 Dec 2010, 13:31, closed)