Diary of a Drug Fiend

Phaeton 39 I could not bear the weight of the air. Let us soar higher, ever higher! I increased the speed. “Fierce frenzy! Fierce folly! Fierce, fierce, frenzied folly | ”’ “© Thou tortured shriek of the storm, that art whirled up through the leaves of the woods! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I AO!” And I felt that we were borne on some tremendous tempest. The earth dropped from beneath us like a stone into blind nothingness. We were free, free for ever, from the fetters of our birth ! “Soar swifter! Soar swifter! Soar, soar swifter, swifter |” , Before us, high in the pale gray, stood Jupiter, a four-square sapphire spark. “O Thou bright star of the morning, that art set betwixt the breasts of the Night! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!”. I shouted back. | “Star seekers! Star finders! Twin stars, silver shining | ”’ Up, still up, I drove. There hung a mass of thunder- cloud between me and the dawn. Damn it, how dared it! It had no business to be there. I must rise over it, trample it under my feet. “Q Thou purple breast of the storm, that art scarred by the teeth of the lightning! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!” Frail waifs of mist beset us. I had understood Lou’s joy in the cloud. It was I that was wrong. I had not had enough cocaine to be able to accept everything as infinite ecstasy. Her love carried me out of myself up to her triumphal passion. I understood the mist. D.D.F. D