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Bluelighter
A bottle of booze dripped empty in the countryside dusted in the evening glow of sunset orange. In one of the upstairs window a kid finishs the act of copulation and opens a wooden draw in a prime original Shaker cabinet. spinning into the woodgrain his distraction gets abducted and he pulls out the drugs.
Watch glass melt before his eyes and smell the smoke of hyperactivity
Opiated blisss reminiscent of sterile hospitals but stronger than the street
Microdots unsure of the strength, I bought um enduring a spare moment with a chance encounter
The sound of southing relaxation of some fascinating tranquilizers
'KGB' The illict arm of the horticulture field, Killer Green Buds, soft california sunset, nice 6 foot cutbacks, snowflake prisms from the windswept tips of oceanic spray. Kids getting stoned with sand and surf
The kid is tired, consumed, presumed, and illuminated in a green light. Fresh air and the smell of Pine trees is what he needs, fade away into nature the elemental narcotic. His changes are on a cellular scale, a simple switch of DNA growth, a way of life that basks in the spiritual ideals. Random flashes of Native american symbolic animal art in bright green. Washed his hands long ago of negativity.
The kid is in need of restraint, a chemical cure is a pipe dream. His habituation of self medication padlocks his true happiness. Altern-8 his whole 'being'.
Bored and addicted to big city madness. Concrete cracked and never fixed. Time for a change of scenery, the Rocky Mountains are calling this Kids name. He hears the words as they ride the breeze, he is just unable to fully commit because he is consumed with abusing substances.
(Panoramic view of the sweeping lights of the skyline, disorderly and shake zoom in to a city window)
Shuffling around on his feet pacing the lightly stained oak floorboards, he is listening to an old album of Steely Dan - 'Im a fool to do your dirty work'. Strung-out and lost in the flame of insanity glowing the white hot light that will burn those that want to play. The kids floor-to-ceiling windows afford a view of the bustling streets, He stares and wonders how many people are high on narcotics, greenery, pills, psychedelics. He watches a pickpocket in action, the kid stares and stares he is lost.
Chased out of the bar, because I carved my name in the flesh of the bar. Flipping pills to all that want an altered conscious. Plieadian stone, deep-space philosophy, tick-tok the doctors back. The nicotine rush hits hit strong and firm and levels him out.
follow me, understand what I am saying?
About the kid that flops on your couch, or is burning his fingers and lips on a dark dirty alley with no one but the rats that scurry at his feet. He sleeps in a shelter sometimes and hides from the law because 'he done fuct-up'. His life collapsed way before his veins did.
Or that tale woven by the laws of nature concerning the woman that spends he sunday on her knees sending her self into trances by habitually preying the rosary, fingers calloused from the bead. hidden behind stain-glass windows. Misery and crime rates are what awaits her as she exits the doors of the church. Living to Die
Or the stacks of plastic people that to keep up. Prestige? Hanger-on's? Nine to five'rs caught up in the race. Gold cards, Platinum card. ATM machines shooting out cash. Decked out in jewlery. gimme me a fucking break... ha
The Saddened girl stuck in some residental rehab sequestered in a far-off place cry's her self to sleep as she trys to chase away the thoughts of bad memories. Her eyes are puffy and red, she is sobbing uncontrollably.
The man out for a spin on his boat a nice 'Crosscraft' a nice wooden motor boat. Cruizing off into the sunset, cracking his Coronas and drinking down his escape. His gawdy Rolex grips the leather steering wheel.
Inner-daze, blood-shot, and smoked-out.
herb'n : urban : skunk'n
I need a change of scenery so I am ending this post
Watch glass melt before his eyes and smell the smoke of hyperactivity
Opiated blisss reminiscent of sterile hospitals but stronger than the street
Microdots unsure of the strength, I bought um enduring a spare moment with a chance encounter
The sound of southing relaxation of some fascinating tranquilizers
'KGB' The illict arm of the horticulture field, Killer Green Buds, soft california sunset, nice 6 foot cutbacks, snowflake prisms from the windswept tips of oceanic spray. Kids getting stoned with sand and surf
The kid is tired, consumed, presumed, and illuminated in a green light. Fresh air and the smell of Pine trees is what he needs, fade away into nature the elemental narcotic. His changes are on a cellular scale, a simple switch of DNA growth, a way of life that basks in the spiritual ideals. Random flashes of Native american symbolic animal art in bright green. Washed his hands long ago of negativity.
The kid is in need of restraint, a chemical cure is a pipe dream. His habituation of self medication padlocks his true happiness. Altern-8 his whole 'being'.
Bored and addicted to big city madness. Concrete cracked and never fixed. Time for a change of scenery, the Rocky Mountains are calling this Kids name. He hears the words as they ride the breeze, he is just unable to fully commit because he is consumed with abusing substances.
(Panoramic view of the sweeping lights of the skyline, disorderly and shake zoom in to a city window)
Shuffling around on his feet pacing the lightly stained oak floorboards, he is listening to an old album of Steely Dan - 'Im a fool to do your dirty work'. Strung-out and lost in the flame of insanity glowing the white hot light that will burn those that want to play. The kids floor-to-ceiling windows afford a view of the bustling streets, He stares and wonders how many people are high on narcotics, greenery, pills, psychedelics. He watches a pickpocket in action, the kid stares and stares he is lost.
Chased out of the bar, because I carved my name in the flesh of the bar. Flipping pills to all that want an altered conscious. Plieadian stone, deep-space philosophy, tick-tok the doctors back. The nicotine rush hits hit strong and firm and levels him out.
follow me, understand what I am saying?
About the kid that flops on your couch, or is burning his fingers and lips on a dark dirty alley with no one but the rats that scurry at his feet. He sleeps in a shelter sometimes and hides from the law because 'he done fuct-up'. His life collapsed way before his veins did.
Or that tale woven by the laws of nature concerning the woman that spends he sunday on her knees sending her self into trances by habitually preying the rosary, fingers calloused from the bead. hidden behind stain-glass windows. Misery and crime rates are what awaits her as she exits the doors of the church. Living to Die
Or the stacks of plastic people that to keep up. Prestige? Hanger-on's? Nine to five'rs caught up in the race. Gold cards, Platinum card. ATM machines shooting out cash. Decked out in jewlery. gimme me a fucking break... ha
The Saddened girl stuck in some residental rehab sequestered in a far-off place cry's her self to sleep as she trys to chase away the thoughts of bad memories. Her eyes are puffy and red, she is sobbing uncontrollably.
The man out for a spin on his boat a nice 'Crosscraft' a nice wooden motor boat. Cruizing off into the sunset, cracking his Coronas and drinking down his escape. His gawdy Rolex grips the leather steering wheel.
Inner-daze, blood-shot, and smoked-out.
herb'n : urban : skunk'n
I need a change of scenery so I am ending this post
