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Bluelighter
Slowly but surely insanity is blowing a gust in my direction...
Peddling down the drive watching the pavement crackle in on going patterns of some obscure mathmatical proof, I need rest, but I do need my exsercise, huff, huff...
In the door, I realize this pot is pretty good. Corupt the youth, is that smart or just a perfect fuck, anyways. Grapefruit slices and a Capri Sun are my choices as I play the hazy movie of this weekend over in my mind. It seems somehow I musta scratched the movie because some parts have just disappeared. I watch and smoke, the perfect pipe for this phase of the moon as it is no matter.
Slammin down the highway, running on eggs, toast, 2mg of Suboxone, and a few tokes of greenery just to make that drivers seat a lil' more comfortable. The girl to my right I can barely remember her name, no to say that would wrong at that moment I could remember her name. Its still early and we, them, us are worn out from the previous late night orgy. So my eyes are blurring on the edges, I need to stretch...
Oh whoops I just happen to have to stop right near an old haunt, shes sound asleep and suddenly I feel like a kid in a candy store. I jam my hand in my pocket and pull out a wad off cashish with in 3 minutes I have what I knew I could not pass up.
This girl likes to party and we decide to see where the city would bring us, first be had to recover. I power hit crack as my foot pushes the gas peddle harder and harder, oh yea push it baby push it....!
Beautiful skyline as usual, as I decide I dont want to listen to music this second. Instead I start to nervously look in the mirrors, and than srat thining about that Preying Mantis I caught in the yard the other day. I hate smoking anything let alone freebase when driving in the city, to much madness, insanity, and dumb people.
"whats-her-name" wakes up and smile instantly I remember why I am here, ugh. What was that 80's hair/rock band that sang that song "Girls Girls Girls". Oh yea...
"whatcha smokin?"
"uh rock" - holding back laughter as akward beat picks up
"packer up"
"excellent"
So we are tweaked she wants to sit at the beach and chill, I want to stop by a friends but that can wait, parking lot maze - Silver Pearl haze.
Out the door on to the street, pound the pavement, heartbeat quick. We take the occasional pulls of the few rocks I bought. Running into alleys smoking behind dumpsters, groping licking, sucking on brickwallls. Finally we finish one of the lamest drugs ever and I throw the stem away. We run to the end of the block. boom heartbeat.
We need to dull the edge, a quick procurement of a ale is needed. Nice outdoor bullshit bar. But I hate public while on coke, I wonder to my self what this girl thinks about me, than try to bring up a conversation. She starts talking about how she just moved up here, likes to have, blah blah blah. Drugs get discussed agreed she wants some xanax I only have valium, she'll have to settle for that will suit or need.
Lay on the sand, As she takes her clothes off in front of me I pull out a little cannister of sweet sensi, some of the best I have seen lately (as harvest season is coming up). Weed is a fun hobby, straight nuggets in the crease, fold, roll, lick. Damn man, her tits are just glowing from the orange sunlight. She wants to take a dip, I know better to swim in Lake Michigan so I say no, she shrugges and bends over and pulls her shorts down. In the water out the water the day goes on smoke the joint, smell the sweatness. Leave
Bathroom needed and appears, (do you care to hear more about perfect A++ young horny chicks that luv dick... naww) so we leave and head uptown to my friend to clean up and do whatever the night brings to us.
I sleep, she showers, friend comes home, hey, hi, how are you, yea, yeea. Rockin the catskills' Not this summer. Tired of fucking the needle its so unresponsive and controling, girls suck better, but the rush isnt a guarentee as with lady H. Babble.
I dont feel like typing about my weekend anymore as its boring and lame instead Ill make up some shit cause I have a few minutes to waste.
Brick paved streets curve thru the old town, the ivy growing wild but not nearly as wild as my brain. I get down at christmas time sing it.. I get down, I get down, I get down all the way. Wiping my fingers across my tired eyelids produce an orage imprint that reminds me of a pumkin oven mitt I saw the other day. A few months ago a huge statue of the Virgin Mary came thru down on some alleged tour of the country, huge 3-4 stories tall. I saw it on truckbeds, smoked pot on a yellow twisty slide in the park, said three mail marys and top that off with a Our Father rockin the statue that is filled with vibes.
I saw some TV show on TV the other day when I was watching TV, no mistake, MTV. huh, about people obbsessed with dogs and there was this chick that had a pink poodle she was a model, seemed slightly psycotic (sp?) but fucking hot and you could tell she was dwon for a p-arty. I luv those waify looking girls, anyways my minds in the gutter this evening as I type random thought and try and couagullate them into insanely choppy mental dialog. The point was that she wore this shirt (home-made) that said: ADDERALL ROCKS or something of the sorts, made me laugh. than I suddenly felt depressed for a split second that I wasnt rippin it in New Yark. 2 emotions quicker than a beesting, huh you probably are saying well dont fell bad I said it to.
Urban dialect real life graffiti spray painted over naked girls, exploiT. Its just a lazy evening as I plan out my night. Most likely, tv, rest and pizza. whew.
saw Jordan at a party the other week decked out, I hate that scene of crowd. round and round circle collide and you get dizzy and want to puke. Martini please... Oh he's in upstate NY... blah... point me toward the door I dont enjoy dull beings although the benzodiazapine content in that restaraut was hiGH. Kinda like a pie chart, fuck the high, do what you please, my eyes are tuning red.
Prep school hipster? Party kids high on acid? Degenerate puke? Upscale cokehead? Aged junky? Fat drunk? Skinny waifs
, Slo Jams? Superfical Crap...
Can you get with it...? Do you understand the story I am telling you...?
The path leads deep into the dark woods, where will nature take you, afraid. Spiral into that pinecone, were alone in the forest, it smells good. We hold hands and enter. Corny as corn dogs, which I hate by the way. Indians probably danced here ages ago as we arch our relaxed sitting positions into a glowing pyramid (green tint of course) spin it. I am starting to think I might have picked up a hybrid. What happens if this chick was a robot under her skin. Like whoa, oh my god, like freaky dude your a robot. R2D2'ish I prefer her with skin, the natures delights pulse thru are veins as invisable UFO's circle our heads waiting, just waiting, patiently of course. I iz not down wit da devil, so we will change subject.
The wind is blowing and I am going to go smoke and disappear into the shadows of randomness, who knows maybe Ill pop-up on the cover of GQ tommorrow, Id keep it on the DL though. Operator Operator ride me to the store, i want some good times, ruby chandalers, co-ops, maids that are at least a 7, a copy of the new High Times (I am still waiting for a scratch and sniff page, if you are reading this put it in there damnit).
Anyways imma kick it like a DJ, rapper or MC or whatever there called. Couple of Pop-rap shout outs YO...
All the hospitol workers in the house...
Acid networks...
Girls...
Girls breasts glowing in evening sunlight...
blowjobs... (those 2 ^ kinda go hand-in hand, no pun intended)
relaxation...
Gorrilla growers that bring the lovely herb to the market...
Green condoms...
trust funds...
and not but least
GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS - sing loud and sing it proud... man jeez ha
Peddling down the drive watching the pavement crackle in on going patterns of some obscure mathmatical proof, I need rest, but I do need my exsercise, huff, huff...
In the door, I realize this pot is pretty good. Corupt the youth, is that smart or just a perfect fuck, anyways. Grapefruit slices and a Capri Sun are my choices as I play the hazy movie of this weekend over in my mind. It seems somehow I musta scratched the movie because some parts have just disappeared. I watch and smoke, the perfect pipe for this phase of the moon as it is no matter.
Slammin down the highway, running on eggs, toast, 2mg of Suboxone, and a few tokes of greenery just to make that drivers seat a lil' more comfortable. The girl to my right I can barely remember her name, no to say that would wrong at that moment I could remember her name. Its still early and we, them, us are worn out from the previous late night orgy. So my eyes are blurring on the edges, I need to stretch...
Oh whoops I just happen to have to stop right near an old haunt, shes sound asleep and suddenly I feel like a kid in a candy store. I jam my hand in my pocket and pull out a wad off cashish with in 3 minutes I have what I knew I could not pass up.
This girl likes to party and we decide to see where the city would bring us, first be had to recover. I power hit crack as my foot pushes the gas peddle harder and harder, oh yea push it baby push it....!
Beautiful skyline as usual, as I decide I dont want to listen to music this second. Instead I start to nervously look in the mirrors, and than srat thining about that Preying Mantis I caught in the yard the other day. I hate smoking anything let alone freebase when driving in the city, to much madness, insanity, and dumb people.
"whats-her-name" wakes up and smile instantly I remember why I am here, ugh. What was that 80's hair/rock band that sang that song "Girls Girls Girls". Oh yea...
"whatcha smokin?"
"uh rock" - holding back laughter as akward beat picks up
"packer up"
"excellent"
So we are tweaked she wants to sit at the beach and chill, I want to stop by a friends but that can wait, parking lot maze - Silver Pearl haze.
Out the door on to the street, pound the pavement, heartbeat quick. We take the occasional pulls of the few rocks I bought. Running into alleys smoking behind dumpsters, groping licking, sucking on brickwallls. Finally we finish one of the lamest drugs ever and I throw the stem away. We run to the end of the block. boom heartbeat.
We need to dull the edge, a quick procurement of a ale is needed. Nice outdoor bullshit bar. But I hate public while on coke, I wonder to my self what this girl thinks about me, than try to bring up a conversation. She starts talking about how she just moved up here, likes to have, blah blah blah. Drugs get discussed agreed she wants some xanax I only have valium, she'll have to settle for that will suit or need.
Lay on the sand, As she takes her clothes off in front of me I pull out a little cannister of sweet sensi, some of the best I have seen lately (as harvest season is coming up). Weed is a fun hobby, straight nuggets in the crease, fold, roll, lick. Damn man, her tits are just glowing from the orange sunlight. She wants to take a dip, I know better to swim in Lake Michigan so I say no, she shrugges and bends over and pulls her shorts down. In the water out the water the day goes on smoke the joint, smell the sweatness. Leave
Bathroom needed and appears, (do you care to hear more about perfect A++ young horny chicks that luv dick... naww) so we leave and head uptown to my friend to clean up and do whatever the night brings to us.
I sleep, she showers, friend comes home, hey, hi, how are you, yea, yeea. Rockin the catskills' Not this summer. Tired of fucking the needle its so unresponsive and controling, girls suck better, but the rush isnt a guarentee as with lady H. Babble.
I dont feel like typing about my weekend anymore as its boring and lame instead Ill make up some shit cause I have a few minutes to waste.
Brick paved streets curve thru the old town, the ivy growing wild but not nearly as wild as my brain. I get down at christmas time sing it.. I get down, I get down, I get down all the way. Wiping my fingers across my tired eyelids produce an orage imprint that reminds me of a pumkin oven mitt I saw the other day. A few months ago a huge statue of the Virgin Mary came thru down on some alleged tour of the country, huge 3-4 stories tall. I saw it on truckbeds, smoked pot on a yellow twisty slide in the park, said three mail marys and top that off with a Our Father rockin the statue that is filled with vibes.
I saw some TV show on TV the other day when I was watching TV, no mistake, MTV. huh, about people obbsessed with dogs and there was this chick that had a pink poodle she was a model, seemed slightly psycotic (sp?) but fucking hot and you could tell she was dwon for a p-arty. I luv those waify looking girls, anyways my minds in the gutter this evening as I type random thought and try and couagullate them into insanely choppy mental dialog. The point was that she wore this shirt (home-made) that said: ADDERALL ROCKS or something of the sorts, made me laugh. than I suddenly felt depressed for a split second that I wasnt rippin it in New Yark. 2 emotions quicker than a beesting, huh you probably are saying well dont fell bad I said it to.
Urban dialect real life graffiti spray painted over naked girls, exploiT. Its just a lazy evening as I plan out my night. Most likely, tv, rest and pizza. whew.
saw Jordan at a party the other week decked out, I hate that scene of crowd. round and round circle collide and you get dizzy and want to puke. Martini please... Oh he's in upstate NY... blah... point me toward the door I dont enjoy dull beings although the benzodiazapine content in that restaraut was hiGH. Kinda like a pie chart, fuck the high, do what you please, my eyes are tuning red.
Prep school hipster? Party kids high on acid? Degenerate puke? Upscale cokehead? Aged junky? Fat drunk? Skinny waifs
, Slo Jams? Superfical Crap...Can you get with it...? Do you understand the story I am telling you...?
The path leads deep into the dark woods, where will nature take you, afraid. Spiral into that pinecone, were alone in the forest, it smells good. We hold hands and enter. Corny as corn dogs, which I hate by the way. Indians probably danced here ages ago as we arch our relaxed sitting positions into a glowing pyramid (green tint of course) spin it. I am starting to think I might have picked up a hybrid. What happens if this chick was a robot under her skin. Like whoa, oh my god, like freaky dude your a robot. R2D2'ish I prefer her with skin, the natures delights pulse thru are veins as invisable UFO's circle our heads waiting, just waiting, patiently of course. I iz not down wit da devil, so we will change subject.
The wind is blowing and I am going to go smoke and disappear into the shadows of randomness, who knows maybe Ill pop-up on the cover of GQ tommorrow, Id keep it on the DL though. Operator Operator ride me to the store, i want some good times, ruby chandalers, co-ops, maids that are at least a 7, a copy of the new High Times (I am still waiting for a scratch and sniff page, if you are reading this put it in there damnit).
Anyways imma kick it like a DJ, rapper or MC or whatever there called. Couple of Pop-rap shout outs YO...
All the hospitol workers in the house...
Acid networks...
Girls...
Girls breasts glowing in evening sunlight...
blowjobs... (those 2 ^ kinda go hand-in hand, no pun intended)
relaxation...
Gorrilla growers that bring the lovely herb to the market...
Green condoms...
trust funds...
and not but least
GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS - sing loud and sing it proud... man jeez ha
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