#dr.benzedrine

[thedunandthego]

Every time 20 Dollar Nose Bleed Plays

Have you ever wanted to disappear?

Me:Yes

Me: Also desperately tries to sing Patrick and Brendon's lyrics

Me: What is permeant jet lag and where is the fob meaning in this or is Panic nonsense

[thedoctorbenzedrine]

Dear all involved,

My intentions in this address to all the suitehearts is clear. For some time, you all have been under the impression that I am the one who came from the Benzedrine you peasants hold so dear to your hearts. On the contrary, it is he who came from me. This should not be a surprise, for I am not who I once was.

If your intelligence allows, you imbeciles might be able to tell the stark contrast between the horrid Benzedrine and I. Before “the event”, Benzedrine did not even exist and I was in complete control of my precious being. “The event” was the end of my hope, my interest in life and ultimate my complete obsession with destroying and terrorizing the lives around me. You see, the screams that I hold so dear to my heart are a reflection of my release of what I am continuously feeling. More importantly, after “the event”, I lost control of myself. My body was no longer mine. This is why I must continue to go after others and possess them. 

You see, there is quite a history between entermrsandman and I. A history that is longer than the horizon. It is deep as the cut from a boning knife, carving into my limbs with my agony oozing from the inside out. Crimes were committed, trust was betrayed and there were numerous acts he or I would never mention. 

Inquiry is open if you wish, but beware, it might not be what you wish to hear. As if it ever is, vacuous sloths. 

Dr. 

[fueledbypeterick]

go ask entermrsandman and thedoctorbenzedrine some juicy questions!

[thedoctorbenzedrine]

how did you meet mr sandman?

Somnium. "A dream." 

It is hard to believe it was anything but reality. Before he, the only sleep I could bear was the blacking out of the doctor. I am getting off track, my apologies. It was in a moment I was losing touch, as I do. The slender legs and dark appearance dulled the race in my hands. The collar was something I imagined a monarchy to fashion. He was a prince, with his hand extended without hesitation.  The carousel seemed to be spinning faster than usual that day, but in this moment it stopped. He murmured something inaudible, and I feel into an abyssal slumber. Only if I could recalled what he expressed…

[petewentz-]