Eurgh, yeah, no coffee. Never was my drug of choice.
[Which, now that the physical hungers are starting to recede, makes him think of the drugs he has surfeited on - the crackling fission of destruction, and then the luminous pink viscosity of soulstuff, singscreaming and splendid. He can't, of course. He can't even catch cast-off glimpses of them anymore, let alone consume one. But he wants with sudden vastness, bone-deep, cavernously hungry.
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[Which, now that the physical hungers are starting to recede, makes him think of the drugs he has surfeited on - the crackling fission of destruction, and then the luminous pink viscosity of soulstuff, singscreaming and splendid. He can't, of course. He can't even catch cast-off glimpses of them anymore, let alone consume one. But he wants with sudden vastness, bone-deep, cavernously hungry.
Protein won't help. But it won't hurt.]
Yes, alright.