krokodil – (photos) – (en/es)

krokodil2,
Grab a chair, plop down, paint the town (with one whiskey, or a few), cremate a pack of buts, sniff and stiff with some glue, poke some giggle weed –you know how it is: the usual nightfall rotation, your safe candies– and be thankful you aren’t in a burrow which contains up to one mattress on the floor with no bed frame. Unless you are, in which case, you should continue insufflating hot air in the place where your brain should be with more African woodbine, but say no to Krokodil.
(Click here or here to see the sad, graphic pictures)
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Pilla una poltrona, desparrámate en ella, pinta tu ciudad (con un whisky, o varios), carboniza un paquete de pitillos, atúfate de pegamento, atízate algo de pasto de la risa  –ya sabes cómo es: la rotación habitual a la caída de la tarde, tus caramelos seguros–  y agradece el no encontrarte en una cueva que solo contenga un colchón en el suelo, sin el bastidor. A menos que ya estés en ella, en ese caso, sigue insuflando aire calido en el lugar donde el cerebro debe estar con la madreselva más africana, pero dí no al Krokodil.
(Haz clic aquí o aquí para ver las tristes y crudas imágenes)
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Krokodil – by Dugutigui

About Dugutigui

In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).
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11 Responses to krokodil – (photos) – (en/es)

  1. Babs says:

    OMG! certainly think is the best way to finish with all them.

    • Dugutigui says:

      I get your point here. If you’re going to do something, strive to do it better than anyone else. Do it all the way. If you’re going to half-ass it, why bother?

  2. Babs says:

    Tired of your junkie’s life? has not being bad enough? want it worst? then, don’t shoot yourself.. just take Krokodil.. : /

    • Dugutigui says:

      I would not have shied away from an assignment to sail a canoe around Cape Horn or to take charge of the government of Afghanistan, but I think you are even tougher than me. Hahahahahaha!🙂

      “Hello, junky,” he said quietly, searching my face. “How do you feel?” Which was a ten on the “imbecilic question” scale of one to ten.
      “Why, I feel fine, Rob,” I said brightly. “How about you? Any nausea? Headache?”
      Yep. And it’s standing here talking to me.

      Hahahahaha!!🙂🙂🙂

  3. I’ve seen a lot of misery and pain in my life D. , I work every day with disabled people. But this thing you are showing here is beyond words… How much can people still degrade themselves?
    I would go myself shoot the bastard that invented this idiotic thing, but we cannot heal the human stupidity, can we? It’s so absolutely damn sad to see this…. these junkies are somebody’s children, brothers and sisters…😦😦😦

    • Dugutigui says:

      Imagine a society that subjects people to conditions that make them terribly unhappy then gives them the drugs to take away their unhappiness. Science fiction it is already happening to some extent in our society. Instead of removing the conditions that make people depressed modern society gives them drugs. In effect drugs are a means of modifying an individual’s internal state in such a way as to enable him to tolerate social conditions that he would otherwise find intolerable. We need drugs, apparently, because we have lost each other, a mental disease that has swept the planet presented with the alternative of love or a garbage disposal unit, many young people of all countries have chosen the garbage disposal unit.

  4. petit4chocolatier says:

    A lot of pain.

    • Dugutigui says:

      Four us at this side of the path, we think our pain and our heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then we see something like this and realize that terribly real things in a terribly false world happen everyday. It could be the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom, but when we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster. We’re helpless and damned…

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