Apparently, the satellite radio had to truncate the title of the classic song "Love is Like Oxygen" (Sweet, 1978) to fit the display. And, in 2015, it brings up a whole new meaning:
Really makes you think twice about the chorus "you get too much, you get too high," huh?
Opiates, in general for me, cause nausea and propulsive vomiting. I can't get used to throwing up. Or, the vivid hallucinogenic reaction.
I don't know what's in that gene pool but guess I'm fortunate way. True, I am relieved of whatever pain I might be feeling, but don't get too much rest after climbing trees with bears after me, or scaling mountains in blizzard conditions.
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8 comments:
All you need is Oxy.
"Not enough and you're gonna die..."
Love is the drug, got a hook on me.
lol
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love.
Oh thanks. Now I have that tricky little song in my head and can't get rid of it.
Opiates, in general for me, cause nausea and propulsive vomiting. I can't get used to throwing up. Or, the vivid hallucinogenic reaction.
I don't know what's in that gene pool but guess I'm fortunate way. True, I am relieved of whatever pain I might be feeling, but don't get too much rest after climbing trees with bears after me, or scaling mountains in blizzard conditions.
People try to persuade ER doctors to give them some love?
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