Adventures in ((Addictionland))

Welcome, honey.

This is the wonderful world of obsession and self-indulgence, the celebrated Addictionland, where everything is shiny and out-of-proportion, where a rabbit waits on every other corner to take you on a new, exciting adventure, where matter cannot be created or destroyed but is constantly rearranged, where sex equals starvation equals insomnia equals binge eating equals cutting equals heroin.

We, the respected residents of Addictionland, are always trying our best not to miss a single rabbit, a single (mis)adventure.

Down, down, down the holes – we are all moving in the same direction but I’m far below you so kiss my blistered hands and pay courtesy to my mental disorder charm.

We used to have a queen, you see, a cold-hearted sadistic bitch, but we surpassed her on that field long ago and we have no need of her now.  Did I mention in our sweet Addictionland there is neither mortal punishment nor divine retribution for cold-hearted sadistic bitches? No, we always get to fuck more angels than the good girls and boys.

Come on darling witch baby, there is no reason to be scared. It is your ordinary world minus the facades of property. With all the pleasures multiplied. Plus all those beautiful extremities.

Every street is a shelf in a supermarket we browse daily, picking up this or that, checking out the prices, deciding what to buy, which boy to take home, where to cut, which drugs to take, what to consume.

My pretty pussycat, you will love it down here.