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[Seedlesss]

I remember the way she smiled
when our minds were composed of blue tiles


9:45 pm. Wend.

It must be at least 120 degreees. I am shaking over a spoon, I know this lighter is going to explode at any time. I need a break... phew... The pipe is passed my way, oh my heart is going to explode... ahhh. What to do, What to do, I wanna go get laid but im way to cracked out to talk to this chick let alone fuck her. As a few hundred dollars goes thru the pipe and into our arms the hands on the clock whirl. What to do, What to do?

Smack, the answer to my short-term problem, 1 bag of good dope into my arm... relief

What huh? I cant hear you? Stripclubs, needles, return rates, blahblahblah,

I thought I was running to the store for smokes a lil' set back in my plans oh well.

I decide I cant be in public and definetly not a stripclub, I decide to call 'heather' Come over? huh? ok ill be there in a bit...

Still shakey, 4mg of Klonapin and 20 mg of valium down the hatch. I procure a couple grams of nugget from 'so-and-so'.

Paranoia, my mind is telling me that that dope bag I threw out my window earlier flew back in, I just know if I get pulled over a cop will find it. Triple-check my break lights because I Swear I saw one of the lights flicker. I remind my self why I dont like to do coke.

Made it... pack the bong, gurrgle-gurrgle. repeat, unzip, suck...
fuck, relax.

Makes me glad im not a junky anymore in my eyes...

but my eyes can foresee the future along with natures spirt...

Ride the green spirt home

 

[on the road]

you may think my opinion is biast, but I really love your style.
flowing, choppy...running stream of consciousness

This piece reminds me of you, our long summer days and tired cold winters--dont have time to write much now, but you could write an amazing book if you wanted to.

 

[Seedlesss]

Thanks...

I hope your doing well 'on_the_road', my life is all about long summer days and tired cold winters, but its people like you that will leave a lasting impression in my memory.

When I am laying down on the hammock drifting away into the unconscious, which has been slightly altered by the few one-hitters of mouth watering greenery, I catch the smell of a neighbor burning leaves, the smoke must be encoded as it instantly triggers childhood memories, and if I tune-in those memories, I can access vast amounts of memories and dreams.

The image that pops into my head is a wooden floor,maple leaf, sun streaming in, dust suspended in the beams.

It is a cold morning with the sun shining in the window, dust seems to be suspended in the warm light of the sunbeams as it glows gently on the wooden floor, in one section of the floor lays a crispy Maple leaf. The leaf blocks the light, imprinting the outline of the leaf onto the floor.

Its all in the little things, thanks for all the good times 'on the road' maybe we will bump into each other again...with-out the drugs



...In this great future you can not forget your past
...so dry your tears
...I say to my friends that have passed away