thanksambiening

Ambien. Let's talk about it. It rules.

Last night on Thanksgiving I sent out this little gem to family and friends:

subject; happy t-day which actually became d-day but the good kind that you want to happen cuz d stands for dahl

"so yeah just load up everything into the kitchen there and i see a bowl of dahl - these letters on this keyboard are squishy and look to be all connected, don't worry about it let's eat. i brought chana masala sooo spicy good with bazmati rice. the letters are pulling left like we're always at perpetual discharge time of some ridiculous train that has nothing to do with any of this. everything is in order. what have you brought? we have wine oh wine, red. sake's alive he's got red. for a moment i'd felt my teeth improve. these damn letters consume each other? the laptop ship is dancing in these waves, it's a bother. i must end now.

love,
ambien
activity one - CHECK
on to two"

activity two? to write a handwritten letter. i've since transcribed this awesome piece of work for your perusal.

"(copied as exactly as possible)

I'd like to preface this ---

I'd like to take the right direction and have it lead me exactly to here. I see no real reason for any worthless prologue -- take it home and ripp it up as you are wont to do -- no reason. Maybe merely to just give greater offenders who know nothing about me at least a little hint as to who I am waist-deep in my love drug. And it won't stop.

I glance up to eye the mistaken giant dead bird -- in my view an entirely too large bottle of red from Chile. I'm dowm. God I'm so high on Ambien that I see the dead giant bird in front of the double-vision stove tops. And this is all in quiet, save for my nephew's haphazardly gashes as would be his art. These sounds usually don't interfere with the immense imagination that occurs.

Oh man I feel asleep once on a grandparents' bed. I'd broken the faucet right off the wall, attemped an ambien shower. The sweetest are all wrapped up in pre-planned packages -- "Oh come over to ours on Saturday, we'll have a party, alcohol, young people will be there come on it'll be great til you can find a bed - YOU JUST NEED SLEEP--"

Instead it should sound straight undeniably comfortable. Get in your jammies to take Ambien.

my original recording (up there) something about warning has left me now. I need more stimulant. I need to be writing as writing's done. (as the thing is happening)

Ambien is definitely an enabler and an easy way to feeling that out of control, for just a night.

all of this is SHIT.

(then along the left-hand side:)

I am high as fuck. The floor moves! Shadows and colors turn inanimate 2-d things to ALIVE things and I have to help them not get caught.

Ambien is the door to crazy awesome land.

(then on the back - incursive - which had been left blank at first)

why left blank?
I really don't know. still so high my thoughts were on a shitty computer game, where I battled word scrambles but meanwhile my peripheral vision informed me I was not alone. These guys were attackers. How could I not have seen them and here they bashing through. No, you stand and poof everything is gonnne. It's imagination for adults with little to no stimulant.

I can't write HIGH WTF

(the end)"

and I'm just gonna leave it at that. I love ambien.