Martin Lucifer and the Protestant Retardation is the uncouth of Classical Catholics and Orthodox; nonetheless, there are woes to the division of a luminous legend in the theological arts, and Catholicism resonates with destination sublime.
Mary's Virginity should not be in question, yet a perpetual flux of super symmetry fashioned immaculate; indeed, I've dated some sluts, and they were great after a few beers and lack of conscience; still, Darwin's Origin of Species Gone Bullshit, offers a lackluster view of human progression yet flaws in dictation when not considering ancient astronaut theory, having more airtime and opinionated academia than Darwin. At same the time, he's great! But not a Levite Priest carrying the uncanny heat of Hebrew Mysticism. King David, ornamented with Goliath's 2-handed blade forged by gods to slay gods, from the Ezekiel-like craft of circular cool hovering smoothly above.
And exorcism. C'mon dude--this is cool. How not to revel in Christ without being able to wrangle the dandylicious devil outta your pain-in-the-ass neighbor? Catholicism is a Best Seller, and the Evangelical Movement is a retro synergy of hating gays and finding Saint Paul's intellectual rants as vociferously magnanimous as the red WORDS of Christ.
Drink beer. Float on the opium cloud of Obama Care, prices driven down by serpentine constriction of force into buying less fined and ass-freaked (ya know) fantastic by the shitty American Prison System. Verily, better to be locked up in a London Dungeon; next, fed bread and water, this outshining the racial tribulations of violence gone bestial in general population as wends the want of homo-hatred made real by bizarre, anthropological action.
God loved a Virgin. It was a popular happening at the time. Greeks did it, Hindu supermundanecarnalaction did it too. The most powerful God of all the gods did it--the Abrahamic God. The Book of Exodus proves Egyptian location in the Milky Way Star System of other gods--no shit. It's all true. All the gods exist. Thus, align yourself with admiration and reverence towards a supernatural contributor of the Megaverse Functioning--again, no shit.
This is us. And we love Martin Luther. Look, he couldn't handle the asceticism. Siddhartha couldn't handle the asceticism and gelled with Buddha, but whose to say Jehovah wouldn't have merged with him if asceticism devoured in drive and determination--to be that everlasting god of effulgent awesomeness. We love all of you. We forgive and adore Martin Luther. Too, Catholics and Orthodox flux divine, promising a connection to Mother Earth, the immaculate beauty of His own Creation that tamed the Heart of the ultimate God into forgiving His structure of . . .
Also, buy my books: King's Books!
Sincerely, Mark David King
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Mystic Tavern!
My Books available in all Internet Bookstores; plus, some on the Nook and Apple iTunes--check out here: Purchase King's Books
This is a protracted ode in the rhythmic direction of atomic life--it's called: The Mystic Tavern
PART ONE:
The Bar Maids that adorn the tavern shimmer with flaxen and champagne,
Having the luminous hue of moonshine mane;
Indeed, it is swell to swallow my domestic ale there,
For they are buxom plush, erasing carnal despair;
Alas, I leave a big tip and talk real smooth,
Getting into their couth, hoping to gyrate and move
Within their foundation and countenance divine,
Doing them with stoic sublimity, not like snorting a snowman's line;
As a result, I am a dog yet plugged into the monstrous mire
Of damning the demonic devil and his thugs for hire,
Driving the beauty of benevolence into states of rage,
Forging the maxim of an incarcerating cave;
Thus, release the noose and quench the fire,
Knowing better Karma is preserving life higher
With the narcotic effects of home grown peace,
Safer than overdose, though besmirched by the police;
Hence, dodge the Fuzz with agile desire,
And keep fortified in home when you wanna grow higher--
All in all it's shit of a bat cave gone crazy,
Cleaning the feces with eyes gone hazy,
Hoping for serenity and the Lamb of Life
To thieve away the constant complaints and strife--
So thank you Christ for the stigmata bled clean--
You are the Ultimate Human/God machine . . .
Sincerely, Mark David King
This is a protracted ode in the rhythmic direction of atomic life--it's called: The Mystic Tavern
PART ONE:
The Bar Maids that adorn the tavern shimmer with flaxen and champagne,
Having the luminous hue of moonshine mane;
Indeed, it is swell to swallow my domestic ale there,
For they are buxom plush, erasing carnal despair;
Alas, I leave a big tip and talk real smooth,
Getting into their couth, hoping to gyrate and move
Within their foundation and countenance divine,
Doing them with stoic sublimity, not like snorting a snowman's line;
As a result, I am a dog yet plugged into the monstrous mire
Of damning the demonic devil and his thugs for hire,
Driving the beauty of benevolence into states of rage,
Forging the maxim of an incarcerating cave;
Thus, release the noose and quench the fire,
Knowing better Karma is preserving life higher
With the narcotic effects of home grown peace,
Safer than overdose, though besmirched by the police;
Hence, dodge the Fuzz with agile desire,
And keep fortified in home when you wanna grow higher--
All in all it's shit of a bat cave gone crazy,
Cleaning the feces with eyes gone hazy,
Hoping for serenity and the Lamb of Life
To thieve away the constant complaints and strife--
So thank you Christ for the stigmata bled clean--
You are the Ultimate Human/God machine . . .
Sincerely, Mark David King
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Fake Christians!!!
The Mahatma proclaimed the wisest, offering vocally: "I like your Christ; I do not like your Christians, for your Christians are so unlike your Christ."
This is the dandylicious dilemma. Saint Paul has no RIGHT to be as mystically potent as the Living Christ; moreover, the New Testament needs to be a Testament of Christ, not the intellectual rants of Saint Paul. Look, he was a mystic man. A true champion of Christianity before Tebowing became the carnivorous craze in the f&%$ing underground. Nevertheless, Christ's Words are in red, outshining the vociferous imprisonment of the glorious Saint Paul.
And not only are the anti-gay and lack of mercy teachings available in the epic Word of God (Bible), but the transcending wisdom of Pope Francis allows all entrance beyond the Sublime Perimeter that leads to the House of God. Verily, Christ is right. Look, there were a plethora of dangerous demi-gods, and they all boldly banged Christians in carnal fashion; plus, they thrived in fame and fortune, being the Axl Rose (Uncanny Bard) of their time. But Jesus had humility. And the proof of His virginal and inviolate awesomeness is: Up till the 3rd Century, during the canonization of the New Testament, Saint Anthony of the Desert lived the luscious and laxative free life of Christ, digesting the duty of God, finding modesty, continually questing for the sake of an Abrahamic God.
I made a sexual pass at a Prozac-fuelled boss of literature. I am to blame. I am the demon clad in diablo black--the midnight ornamentation of the Devil. But Christ forgave, sanguine till forever on the Cross, promising the mortal-sinned man next to him the perpetual paradise of plush eternity. Verily, Christ is Boss, being the superlative demi-god, humble and sour to the opulence of demonic joy.
Christians are to know Christ's sublime understanding of human failure, offering: "Blessed are the merciful, for they too shall inherit mercy."
This is the apex of cool. The loving song of patriarchal permission to be weird--if that is in your heart and if your heart beats for the beauty of God. We are to hang out with hoodalicious hookers, embrace difference, and allow the perpetual entrance of all that is bizarre and mangled by reason. We transcend empirical value, for we are the slaves of God, obeying till golden eternity, like a
Hindu super flux of forever, blistering and boiling our coolness. Forgive. Forget. Onwards. Till eternity.
The Genetic Revolution will grant true confession. We are ruled and physically usurped by our physiology; specifically, we are controlled by the fullness of the moon and Terra's indifference to the wisdom of pain. We must forgive. We must offer our heads for the "second chance" of others. We are the dolts of mercy. The sisters of mercy. The brothers of mercy. We are Christ. Gelled and meshed forever, a synergy of striving thataway, till the glory of utopian bliss . . .
Too, buy my books: Kings; Books
Sincerely, Mark David King
This is the dandylicious dilemma. Saint Paul has no RIGHT to be as mystically potent as the Living Christ; moreover, the New Testament needs to be a Testament of Christ, not the intellectual rants of Saint Paul. Look, he was a mystic man. A true champion of Christianity before Tebowing became the carnivorous craze in the f&%$ing underground. Nevertheless, Christ's Words are in red, outshining the vociferous imprisonment of the glorious Saint Paul.
And not only are the anti-gay and lack of mercy teachings available in the epic Word of God (Bible), but the transcending wisdom of Pope Francis allows all entrance beyond the Sublime Perimeter that leads to the House of God. Verily, Christ is right. Look, there were a plethora of dangerous demi-gods, and they all boldly banged Christians in carnal fashion; plus, they thrived in fame and fortune, being the Axl Rose (Uncanny Bard) of their time. But Jesus had humility. And the proof of His virginal and inviolate awesomeness is: Up till the 3rd Century, during the canonization of the New Testament, Saint Anthony of the Desert lived the luscious and laxative free life of Christ, digesting the duty of God, finding modesty, continually questing for the sake of an Abrahamic God.
I made a sexual pass at a Prozac-fuelled boss of literature. I am to blame. I am the demon clad in diablo black--the midnight ornamentation of the Devil. But Christ forgave, sanguine till forever on the Cross, promising the mortal-sinned man next to him the perpetual paradise of plush eternity. Verily, Christ is Boss, being the superlative demi-god, humble and sour to the opulence of demonic joy.
Christians are to know Christ's sublime understanding of human failure, offering: "Blessed are the merciful, for they too shall inherit mercy."
This is the apex of cool. The loving song of patriarchal permission to be weird--if that is in your heart and if your heart beats for the beauty of God. We are to hang out with hoodalicious hookers, embrace difference, and allow the perpetual entrance of all that is bizarre and mangled by reason. We transcend empirical value, for we are the slaves of God, obeying till golden eternity, like a
Hindu super flux of forever, blistering and boiling our coolness. Forgive. Forget. Onwards. Till eternity.
The Genetic Revolution will grant true confession. We are ruled and physically usurped by our physiology; specifically, we are controlled by the fullness of the moon and Terra's indifference to the wisdom of pain. We must forgive. We must offer our heads for the "second chance" of others. We are the dolts of mercy. The sisters of mercy. The brothers of mercy. We are Christ. Gelled and meshed forever, a synergy of striving thataway, till the glory of utopian bliss . . .
Too, buy my books: Kings; Books
Sincerely, Mark David King
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Mark David King on iTunes!
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So, here's a list of my books--the ones published under the name: Mark David King
1.) TRANSCENDING TWILIGHT: ANGELS ECLIPSE VAMPIRES
2.) WEREWOLF SLUT
3.) A SOUTHERN GOTHIC WEREWOLF IN NASHVILLE
4.) SEAN HANNITY'S THEOCRACY; PLUS, VIRGIN MARY LIVES!
5.) ABOUT BRITNEY SPEARS AND MALE GENITALIA--AN ANTHROPOLOGICAL TREATISE
6.) BARACK OBAMA, DO CYBORGS DREAM OF ROBOTIC SHEEP? AN AMERICAN POEM
7.) KHLOE KARDASHIAN MEETS THE EASTER BUNNY: AN AMERICAN PLAY
8.) MY MOM IS A COUGAR--NASTY!
9.) ULCERATIVE COLITIS, MARIJUANA, AND WEREWOLVES
10.) ATOMIC GOD
11.) VAMPIRE METH. 1989
Some of these are available on iTunes. All available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble websites; plus, all Internet bookstores and the NOOK.
SUPER POWERS:
1.) Ulcerative Colitis: For over a decade I have endured the sanguine pain of inflammation and ulceration in the large intestine; moreover, numerous colonoscopies, blood transfusions, Remicade and steroid infusions, oral steroids, myriads of medication, crimson-hued fecal matter shooting outta my agonized anus like a LSD Locomotive, bleeding me severely anemic. My best story is when I got down to 117 pounds and was having close to 20 bloody bowel movements a day. After admitting myself to the ER, they hooked me up to an I.V. and put me in a gown; next, I made many a stampede outta my room into the bathroom, where blood exploded from my rectal cavity, making all the nurses in the ER giggle at my anguish--no shit.
2.) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder with Ticks: Due to carnal fantasy in nasty detail, since adolescence I have mortified my senses after engaging in sin; specifically, I cut myself over a 100 times with a razor blade, locked myself in closets, starved myself for days, beat myself into minor concussions, put 13 stitches in my face with a broken beer bottle, set my face on fire with a butane lighter, and a bunch of other scandalous rituals of repentance; indeed, I am NOT out to harm myself, yet like a Levite Priest blessed to carry the ultimate Hebrew weapon (ya know), I have purified my corporeal essence due to my duty towards God. Also, there is repetitive washing, lots. If semen is sinfully discharged, that meaning fantasizing about anything save a non-conscious android, I have to lather my precocious pubes in a soapy cleanse, ornamenting my body with the fluidic flux of hot water. Holy Hell--I do plenty of weird shit, unable to fumble feces into commode, having to strip myself naked and lay upon newspaper in my parents' garage, where I push with unearthly will to evacuate my bowels. As of today, I am in remission after high doses of Prednisone for approximately 2 months. Too, dealt with sleep paralysis, lost time, abuse from the Empyreal Ranks of Arch-Angelity, having begged to be taken aboard the super symmetrical craft, like mentioned in the Book of Ezekiel; next, Transfigured in the might of Jesus Christ, and Virgin Birth is possible with today's technology--a heavenly hypodermic needle through the hymen, without breaking it, full of a squadron of sperm that impregnate a young lass; thus, if today's technology can grant Immaculate Conception; then, it is a theological axiom that Jesus is the Christ. Of all the demi-gods, he was the kindest. Was humble and full of benevolent mercy.
Regardless, I won't go on about my diseases anymore, for I want you gregarious guys and gorgeous gals to read my books. Yes it all appears scatological; still, sublimity haunts the pages inside, and I mean that. There is more; however, as James Bond boldly proclaims: "Always leave them wanting more." God Bless--and I mean it . . .
Sincerely, Mark David King
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Doping in sports should not be a crime!
Lance Armstrong is not a villain. A-Rod is not a nefarious angel fallen from heaven. Barry Bonds doesn't drown puppies. Nonetheless, they are besmirched with the bad attitude of legalists and law makers. In the words of William Blake: "The moral Christian is the cause for the unbeliever and their laws."
If we strip away these legends of the game their well-deserved accolades; next, we must banish classic literature and the social sciences architected by narcotic use; plus, allow the Japanese and Germans to rule the world. U.S. Military pilots were pumped up on amphetamines during bombing raids, but that's okay. Jack Kerouac penned On The Road by way of using dextroamphetamine. Poe chased the dragon with opiates to awesomely forge his prose. Carl Sagan engaged in the benign use of marijuana, an anti-oxidant and performance enhancer, in order to morph physics into linguistics. Freud crafted many a snowman, getting his frontal lobe stimulated in order to cope with romantic sufferings. Should we censor everything due to drugs? Should we continue to incarcerate non-violent drug offenders in prison where they are brutally sodomized? Is this the once great United States of America? Eric Holder swiftly pursuing the incarceration of anybody different than him. Why doesn't President Obama step down since he used narcotics in his sonic adolescence? It's Anti-Constitutional for the American Government to declare WAR upon its own people--and that is exactly what the Drug War is: A Declaration of War by the American Government upon its own people.
Though this is a Libertarian stance, taxing legalized drugs would allow these here States of America to pay off the Chinese debt in a matter of months and recapture our country's economic suavity that thrived under Reagan and Bill "Elvis" Clinton. But the moralists pounce on liberty. Land of the free and home of the brave--you have to be brave in order to have freedom. You have to be able to not give a shit about what your neighbor does in the privacy of his own suburban habitat. Instead, the DEA, wearing bandit-like masks, break into the houses of peaceful US Citizens, shoot the family dog, and spawn the ruination of decent families. This should not be happening in America.
And look at former Governor of California, Arnold Schwarzenegger, he openly admitted on Letterman's Show that he used steroids--now how the hell did they fuck up his life? The dude thrived and made billions, married a Kennedy, and birthed numerous children from the fruit of his steroid-laced loom. It's not axiomatic that the ingestion of drugs will cripple a person. Sure there will always be addicts, but that shouldn't be the problem for the person who has no addictive personality. It's not my problem that Rush Limbaugh got hooked on pain pills and attempted to illegally score them, but because of losers like that, my physician will look twice at me before prescribing something that may give me comfort. All these weak-minded addicts and people like Dr. Drew are a bunch of anti-American scum. I'm sorry for their pain and suffering, more sorry for their nefarious philosophies that assist in the incarceration of non-violent drug offenders who are then raped in our shitty prison system. If I have a really bad headache on the weekend, can't get into my regular physician--why the hell can't I go to the drug store and buy an opiate-laced product for my excruciating pain? Then, let the government tax the shit outta it, making them trillions? Because of the pharmaceutical lobbies that wanna push Prozac on the foolish Nation--Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors, things like Prozac and Paxil are oversold by doctors who can't prescribe things like medical marijuana if not in the Western States, and Eric Holder still wants to bust those people out there, no shit. Verily, SSRI's only work like this: 1 out of 5 people will have healing effects from this supposedly anti-depression medication. 60 Minutes did an exclusive on this anthropological axiom, showcasing how placebo was just as effective.
Regardless, here we go, butting into the lives of decent people, locking up our athletes because they took a performance enhancing substance. Not all people have the genetic jubilation of people like Shaq, and if I had to guard that dude in the NBA, damn--I'd want some steroids for the gladiatorial occasion.
So, that's me, and check out my books: King's Books!
Sincerely, Mark David King
If we strip away these legends of the game their well-deserved accolades; next, we must banish classic literature and the social sciences architected by narcotic use; plus, allow the Japanese and Germans to rule the world. U.S. Military pilots were pumped up on amphetamines during bombing raids, but that's okay. Jack Kerouac penned On The Road by way of using dextroamphetamine. Poe chased the dragon with opiates to awesomely forge his prose. Carl Sagan engaged in the benign use of marijuana, an anti-oxidant and performance enhancer, in order to morph physics into linguistics. Freud crafted many a snowman, getting his frontal lobe stimulated in order to cope with romantic sufferings. Should we censor everything due to drugs? Should we continue to incarcerate non-violent drug offenders in prison where they are brutally sodomized? Is this the once great United States of America? Eric Holder swiftly pursuing the incarceration of anybody different than him. Why doesn't President Obama step down since he used narcotics in his sonic adolescence? It's Anti-Constitutional for the American Government to declare WAR upon its own people--and that is exactly what the Drug War is: A Declaration of War by the American Government upon its own people.
Though this is a Libertarian stance, taxing legalized drugs would allow these here States of America to pay off the Chinese debt in a matter of months and recapture our country's economic suavity that thrived under Reagan and Bill "Elvis" Clinton. But the moralists pounce on liberty. Land of the free and home of the brave--you have to be brave in order to have freedom. You have to be able to not give a shit about what your neighbor does in the privacy of his own suburban habitat. Instead, the DEA, wearing bandit-like masks, break into the houses of peaceful US Citizens, shoot the family dog, and spawn the ruination of decent families. This should not be happening in America.
And look at former Governor of California, Arnold Schwarzenegger, he openly admitted on Letterman's Show that he used steroids--now how the hell did they fuck up his life? The dude thrived and made billions, married a Kennedy, and birthed numerous children from the fruit of his steroid-laced loom. It's not axiomatic that the ingestion of drugs will cripple a person. Sure there will always be addicts, but that shouldn't be the problem for the person who has no addictive personality. It's not my problem that Rush Limbaugh got hooked on pain pills and attempted to illegally score them, but because of losers like that, my physician will look twice at me before prescribing something that may give me comfort. All these weak-minded addicts and people like Dr. Drew are a bunch of anti-American scum. I'm sorry for their pain and suffering, more sorry for their nefarious philosophies that assist in the incarceration of non-violent drug offenders who are then raped in our shitty prison system. If I have a really bad headache on the weekend, can't get into my regular physician--why the hell can't I go to the drug store and buy an opiate-laced product for my excruciating pain? Then, let the government tax the shit outta it, making them trillions? Because of the pharmaceutical lobbies that wanna push Prozac on the foolish Nation--Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors, things like Prozac and Paxil are oversold by doctors who can't prescribe things like medical marijuana if not in the Western States, and Eric Holder still wants to bust those people out there, no shit. Verily, SSRI's only work like this: 1 out of 5 people will have healing effects from this supposedly anti-depression medication. 60 Minutes did an exclusive on this anthropological axiom, showcasing how placebo was just as effective.
Regardless, here we go, butting into the lives of decent people, locking up our athletes because they took a performance enhancing substance. Not all people have the genetic jubilation of people like Shaq, and if I had to guard that dude in the NBA, damn--I'd want some steroids for the gladiatorial occasion.
So, that's me, and check out my books: King's Books!
Sincerely, Mark David King
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Is Russian Literature for the insane?
The vociferous beauty of Fyodor Dostoevsky outshines the rest; alas, sometimes I think I'm a kindred Karamazov. Tolstoy entertained as well, but The Idiot proved to be mercurial sublimity, in passing, like a 427 Cobra Jet beyond the furious gallop of an import, bastard.
The days of Ronald Raygun and the Soviets cold-waring shit out to dry--that was incredible. Yet we survived, and thrived, drinking Coke watching The Cosby Show and simply dealing. We are America, yet we remember the adversary; thus, I love you Russia.
And an ode, from drunk'n patriot of 1776:
The Serbian Animal housed many sublime,
Offering up with a German rhyme
That such a culture would start some shit,
Like foolishly pinching Hulk Hogan's ex-wife's tit.
Thus, adore the Greeks and admire the fighter
Of the British Aisles who cranked a lighter
To the narcotic effulgence of shamrock vine
Making love a poesy-like rhyme;
Alas, I beseech you bye and farewell,
For wends the weird of LSD hotel--
No Shit.
Too, buy my books: King's Books!
Sincerely, Mark David King
And the greatness of The Idiot and the Karamazov piece is genuine adoration of a decent culture. That simple. And it should be hungrily embraced . . .
The days of Ronald Raygun and the Soviets cold-waring shit out to dry--that was incredible. Yet we survived, and thrived, drinking Coke watching The Cosby Show and simply dealing. We are America, yet we remember the adversary; thus, I love you Russia.
And an ode, from drunk'n patriot of 1776:
The Serbian Animal housed many sublime,
Offering up with a German rhyme
That such a culture would start some shit,
Like foolishly pinching Hulk Hogan's ex-wife's tit.
Thus, adore the Greeks and admire the fighter
Of the British Aisles who cranked a lighter
To the narcotic effulgence of shamrock vine
Making love a poesy-like rhyme;
Alas, I beseech you bye and farewell,
For wends the weird of LSD hotel--
No Shit.
Too, buy my books: King's Books!
Sincerely, Mark David King
And the greatness of The Idiot and the Karamazov piece is genuine adoration of a decent culture. That simple. And it should be hungrily embraced . . .
Dealing With Physical Pain From Ulcerative Colitis
All the new health trends embraced by Pop-Cultural Physicians may be true. Last night I dangerously devoured a London-Broiled Roast Beef sandwich with Horseradish; however, it was on multi-grain bread. Still, today I feel the sour punch in my colon.
At only 40, I've had numerous colonoscopies, a blood transfusion for the Jehovah's Witnesses, Remicade Infusions, Steroid Infusions, a plethora of pills and all the rest. Nonetheless, the large intestine acts as if an adversary, flaring with inflammation and ulceration, bleeding me anemic, and what the hell can I do but cope.
Narcotic should not be a bad word. I've never abused pain medication, and there should not be a nefarious attachment associated with comfort. Having dealt with constipation for months at a time, it would be foolish to take more than 2 opiate-spiked pills prescribed by a physician, for they have constipating effects. There is no ethical blunder in being a stable patient, and people should not feel ashamed to ask for pain medication. It's not axiomatic that everybody will become addicted; specifically, there are a myriad of medicated people doing so properly.
Naps help too. Just stay tough and pray to God that you can have the smooth suavity of a normal bowel movement.
Too, buy my books: King's Books
Sincerely, Mark David King
At only 40, I've had numerous colonoscopies, a blood transfusion for the Jehovah's Witnesses, Remicade Infusions, Steroid Infusions, a plethora of pills and all the rest. Nonetheless, the large intestine acts as if an adversary, flaring with inflammation and ulceration, bleeding me anemic, and what the hell can I do but cope.
Narcotic should not be a bad word. I've never abused pain medication, and there should not be a nefarious attachment associated with comfort. Having dealt with constipation for months at a time, it would be foolish to take more than 2 opiate-spiked pills prescribed by a physician, for they have constipating effects. There is no ethical blunder in being a stable patient, and people should not feel ashamed to ask for pain medication. It's not axiomatic that everybody will become addicted; specifically, there are a myriad of medicated people doing so properly.
Naps help too. Just stay tough and pray to God that you can have the smooth suavity of a normal bowel movement.
Too, buy my books: King's Books
Sincerely, Mark David King
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