Snort It, Drink it, Fuck It
It seems like the people in my life are always craving more. They might try and stay away from the deviant insanity that is Ivy, but it never lasts for very long. One of my callers even joined some sort of addiction group to get away from me. WTAF, really? I mean if we are to be completely fucking honest, it is he who picks up his phone.
Of course, an addiction is an addiction and why the fuck would I try and fix the broken, heal the sick or make a perv vanilla. Don’t you get it, I want all your money! Every bit of it, till you are so maxed out you just might have to hit the streets to talk to me.
So, sure join that support group, flush your powder down the toilet; but you’ll be back for more because you are an addict, and I take you places no one else can.