... another charter member of your useless, welfare sucking wino club? Ludlow doesn't drink. Peyote, maybe?
I'm thinkin peyote wouldn't work on you
the knitting needles in your frontal lobe have wrecked the good parts of your brain
I am sure your mom meant well an' all, but that's not what they meant by a knitting needle abortion.
It's a good thing your butt didn't pop out first though, or likely you would have spent your whole life typing standing up, or only able to be sitting on the kind of chairs that have holes in the seat.
Anyway, the hallucinations you express seem to be a natural occurrence
why slow them down with hallucinogenics?