第18話Language Virus (Extended Edition)
The face of evil always points to the same coordinates. There's the Amanita Mushroom cult, the Peyote cult, the Ayuhuasca cult, and the San Pedro cult, but there's no opium cult. Opium, like gold, can be measured. There are the haves and the have-nots. Opium addicts sell their land for drugs before their children even have feet on the ground. They lie, spy on their friends, and steal. Endless desire. This language virus is the number one welfare problem. Humans are the dead of today's prisons. They even sell their own organs to die. They're traitors to themselves. They're slammed into a mountain of drugs. They're making a living selling opium pellets. They even pay their subordinates in drugs. There's no point wasting time on a place like this. Mentally ill people live or die on social media. Homosexuals have a disgusting ideology that denies all living things. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The smell of death never goes away in the morgue.
The people who work in morgues smell like death, too.
Schizophrenic vigilantes kill everyone around them.
When you use drugs, your brain is flooded with dopamine.
Eventually, your brain stops producing natural dopamine. This is the cause of drug-induced depression. You have to stay off drugs for 30 years or your brain won't produce dopamine.
Inevitably, it's impossible... This is a patient in the terminal stage of the language virus.
Everything's so boring you don't even have the strength to hold a spoon... Inevitably... Go around distributing opium pellets and be a good boy.
In the terminal stage of the language virus, you can't speak anymore.
A brain taken over by the virus is as good as dead.
A lady with a lot of tattoos will only regret it later... Agatha Christie for $150! Mystery, horror, science fiction, fantasy, violence, literary fiction, poetry... There are no new stories left... Drug dealers who sell their own land and children scream when they sell off street beggars and drug addicts! "My drugs!" Calm down, sir... If you want to quit drugs, this is the place. The idle chatter of the sanatorium attendants made Lee feel even worse.
新規登録で充実の読書を
- マイページ
- 読書の状況から作品を自動で分類して簡単に管理できる
- 小説の未読話数がひと目でわかり前回の続きから読める
- フォローしたユーザーの活動を追える
- 通知
- 小説の更新や作者の新作の情報を受け取れる
- 閲覧履歴
- 以前読んだ小説が一覧で見つけやすい
アカウントをお持ちの方はログイン
ビューワー設定
文字サイズ
背景色
フォント
組み方向
機能をオンにすると、画面の下部をタップする度に自動的にスクロールして読み進められます。
応援すると応援コメントも書けます