hi my name is ronnie

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What if it lines up like it did in the Trojan War … Athena versus Poseidon?“
“I don’t know. But I just know that I’ll be fighting next to you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?


Hi my name is Ronnie and I love Annabeth Chase too much

I'm Not A Vampire
Falling In Reverse
I'm Not A Vampire

“I’m Not A Vampire”

Well I’m not a vampire
But I feel like one
Sometimes I sleep all day
Because I hate the sunlight
My hands are always shaking
Body’s always aching
And the dark is when I feed.

Well I can lure any woman that I want to in my bed with me
And whiskey seems to be my holy water
Mothers better lock your doors and hide your daughters

I’m insane
Well, I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?
For goodness sakes
Where is my self-control?
If home is where my heart is
Then my heart has lost all hope

Well I’m not a zombie
But I feel like one today
Self-induced comatose, chemical daze

My head is always spinning
From this dizzy blurry vision,
And my stomach has had enough
I feel like a lady
That is pregnant with a baby
‘Cause I’m always throwing up
(Blew!)

Hi, my name is Ronnie
I’m an addict
(Hi, Ronnie!)
Daddy should’ve never raised me on Black Sabbath!

I’m insane
Well, I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?
For goodness sakes
Where is my self control?
If home is where my heart is
Then my heart has lost all hope

God bless all of you now
'Cause I’m going straight to Hell
And I’m taking you down with me
'Cause you know damn well

I’m insane
Well, I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?

I’m insane
Well, I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?
For goodness sakes
Where is my self control?
If home is where my heart is
Then my heart has lost all hope
All hope
All hope
Addicted.

“Hi, my name is Ronnie, I’m an addict.” played through the computer to my ears.

It’s been years since I started calling myself an addict. Historically, avoiding that term like a plague of social stigma. I figured if the rockstars embraced it, It should be, for me, a good fit.

Fuck it. If I kick the bucket, I’ll probably die a legend. Remembering that legends are made by achievements and grand notions. My potions similar to the stars of rock, but achievements in different forms are clear difference.

My reference for acceptance of addiction was a blurry depiction of the false comfort that ‘the good die young’. Twenty seven came and went though, so Amy and Kurt had one up on me. Looking through the bottom of a bottle and what do I see?…

Labels for boxes we no longer fit inside of. Labels printed by the same hand of corporation that enslave us. Prescriptions for everyone and pills for the masses, it’s easy to be addict when they wish not to eradicate but replace your habits.

Profit is to man the single worst sin, solving addiction with addiction as if it’s still a win. Swimming in pools of capsules, bright red dots and thick liquids. Wondering where the simple vices went and why anything here is more accepted.

Addicted to addiction. My new infliction.