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A short sci-fi / horror story about an experimental immune-boosting substance called STS-17, which manifests cosmic tumors that drain their hosts' vitality and draw them to another dimension, where entire ecosystems of pain await. Happy Halloween!

I am semiconscious for the first time since 2018. My partner and small animals recognize me for me again; I can dream, and I can remember. For most purposes, I have been in a walking benzo and opioid coma for the past eight years. Asshole presidents have come and gone; my hair has been shot through with gray; I've taught generations of students; written and recorded hundreds of posts; watched a pandemic blossom like a blue-black flower...

(Mis)adventures with EDs + the picture of a dead bulimic girl slumped over a toilet that reified severe mental illness for me.

In which I wake up from a three-year methadone and fentanyl coma, and, shockingly, do not regret my Internet presence. I remember the psych ward and a friend / roomie who killed himself; I summon a demon; I am reborn.

It's looking like there's some really gruesome, outright transactional "politics" behind the ban on 7-OH and SR-17018.

Stream-of-consciousness reflection on a relapse in progress.

Wretched, interminable relapse + cyber bullying: 7,300 days of being a loser; on being called a ghoul and a navel-gazer.