I'm jonesing- craving something fierce. But what I'm craving can't be swallowed, smoked, shot-up or snorted. At least, I don't think so... see, I'm not sure what it is.
There's just this... need.
This need for something I don't seem to have.
This vague but insistent notion.. a hint, a flavour, a flash, a scent- of what, I'm really not sure.
It's driving me bursar. It's not something that I can sate by gorging on junk food, or drinking, or.. I don't know what.
This whole episode is starting to taste distinctly metallic. Mostly iron with copper undertones, shaded with chordite. I take that as a sign of great frustration. It tastes an awful lot like a pistol in the mouth.
Evidently, my brain's not cycling normally at the moment.