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Bluelighter
memories fade as does life, some memories fade into life, envoking mental imagery, swirling in the invisible cloud sourrounding his head, faded into memoratic life...
My wings buzzed with a quickness as I landed on the leaf, reading the codes of nature I am hit with an quick of nature as my insectiod body gets preyed upon by a STiiing... buzzz... damn another insect landed on me and injected my belly full of eggs, soon to hatch. The paristies invade my insect shell devouring me inside out... Metallic skreetch, the song of the locust.
Solitary mind ... cloudy
Taylor was a good kid, born into a life of wealth, twisted as a youth from parental inadequeces, took to the life of the dark side. Enter drugs...
enter death../
His self portrait hung in the corners of the attic...
His face divided one side rough,
distrubing and melt this hash,
the skyline outlines in black on his cheekbone,
eyeball blood shot, his eybrow painted in a plaid fashion
inject this girly it does the body good...? lick the blood
smacked the fuk up
electroids monitoring his slow brain waves...
Cutting back into the wave the nose of Briannas surf board catches the tip as she tumbles into mother natures washing maching. Knocking her to and fro, choked breaths of h2o, dizzy...
Drags her self on to the beach and the sound of her body slapping the wet sand, slurp...slap... She rapidly blinks her eyes, thru the parting clouds a image of the Virgin Mary appears, clad in a purple robe (no virgin white), both hands over her heart, open her arms and beams down colored beams of healing to mend Briannas fuct up head.
Her boyfriend (if you wanna call him that) is laying fast down in the sand contempating a dream he had the previous night. In this dream he was dreaming in his dream it seemed to real as the problem solving and thinknig that was accomplished in the unconscious showed signs of conscious manipulation.
Manipulate my body, lick it, suck it, the doorbell rings...
I havent seen her for 6 months, I break the ice and ask her if she wants to smoke? No, ok well I am going to... Ill meet you in your room... Do you remember where it is...? I'll find it... For a brief second I get a image of her ransaking my pill stash but the image is fleeting because it be stashed. Naked sprawled on my bed, shit alright, but... we have to lay some ground rules... 1) I need my knob slobbed first, thats my only rule. Before I can finish like a good girl she is on her knees, lapping up my balls. Choke on it... I cough on the expanding smoke in my lungs... sweet 19 yr old pussy, I love it, wham bam, whine moan, more, you want more, notta problem...
Problems... where do I start... add and subtract = mathmatical problem, opiated problems are a different story and the equation is never the same.
avoid, bolt, break, clear out, disappear, flee, get away...
Have you seen the path in front of you that leads you off the road into the woods, down a dirt foot path, up a laborous hill climb, sidewinding behind the grand everGREEN trees, into the forest, past the imposing Oak trees, up to the vine, the vine sheds its britlle back as you climb, higher yet still higher, on the top of the tree, the world is a panoramic view, claws outstretched the eagles talons clutch my neck muscles and lift me effortlessly (word or not>) into the breeze, sailing the sky, a lake comes into view, freefall into the water, deeper, deeper, down, down, underwater blurred vision, gripped by a tentacle, and twirled into a hidden cavern deep below, gasping for air I watch the tentacle slither into the murky water, the smell of fire and a dancing golden light against the walls of the cave lead my way, the coridoor (sp?) is carved, I trail my fingers against the cool, dank, moss covered walls, leaving behind a phosforecent trail which begs for closer inspection, the moss and lichens dissapear behind the glow and purple hierogliphics are shown to my eye, confuzed, I as for help, I am told to lay down and visualize the walls of the cave covered in a primate lifeform (moss) to come to life, soon the walls are breathing and the spirt guides of the plants start to fly thru the air, sprites, twinkle on the ends of my finger tips, speaking in tongues I can not understand but yet understand completely,
Dead flowers
Cherry blossums
pig tails
spring sex (meaningless how I prefer)
Taking bets on lives high above the fallen angels are pearched on ther cloud sofas, double or nuttin, roll the dice...
If you can follow this I give you credit because its confuzing to me
Than I woke up corrupt
My wings buzzed with a quickness as I landed on the leaf, reading the codes of nature I am hit with an quick of nature as my insectiod body gets preyed upon by a STiiing... buzzz... damn another insect landed on me and injected my belly full of eggs, soon to hatch. The paristies invade my insect shell devouring me inside out... Metallic skreetch, the song of the locust.
Solitary mind ... cloudy
Taylor was a good kid, born into a life of wealth, twisted as a youth from parental inadequeces, took to the life of the dark side. Enter drugs...
enter death../
His self portrait hung in the corners of the attic...
His face divided one side rough,
distrubing and melt this hash,
the skyline outlines in black on his cheekbone,
eyeball blood shot, his eybrow painted in a plaid fashion
inject this girly it does the body good...? lick the blood
smacked the fuk up
electroids monitoring his slow brain waves...
Cutting back into the wave the nose of Briannas surf board catches the tip as she tumbles into mother natures washing maching. Knocking her to and fro, choked breaths of h2o, dizzy...
Drags her self on to the beach and the sound of her body slapping the wet sand, slurp...slap... She rapidly blinks her eyes, thru the parting clouds a image of the Virgin Mary appears, clad in a purple robe (no virgin white), both hands over her heart, open her arms and beams down colored beams of healing to mend Briannas fuct up head.
Her boyfriend (if you wanna call him that) is laying fast down in the sand contempating a dream he had the previous night. In this dream he was dreaming in his dream it seemed to real as the problem solving and thinknig that was accomplished in the unconscious showed signs of conscious manipulation.
Manipulate my body, lick it, suck it, the doorbell rings...
I havent seen her for 6 months, I break the ice and ask her if she wants to smoke? No, ok well I am going to... Ill meet you in your room... Do you remember where it is...? I'll find it... For a brief second I get a image of her ransaking my pill stash but the image is fleeting because it be stashed. Naked sprawled on my bed, shit alright, but... we have to lay some ground rules... 1) I need my knob slobbed first, thats my only rule. Before I can finish like a good girl she is on her knees, lapping up my balls. Choke on it... I cough on the expanding smoke in my lungs... sweet 19 yr old pussy, I love it, wham bam, whine moan, more, you want more, notta problem...
Problems... where do I start... add and subtract = mathmatical problem, opiated problems are a different story and the equation is never the same.
avoid, bolt, break, clear out, disappear, flee, get away...
Have you seen the path in front of you that leads you off the road into the woods, down a dirt foot path, up a laborous hill climb, sidewinding behind the grand everGREEN trees, into the forest, past the imposing Oak trees, up to the vine, the vine sheds its britlle back as you climb, higher yet still higher, on the top of the tree, the world is a panoramic view, claws outstretched the eagles talons clutch my neck muscles and lift me effortlessly (word or not>) into the breeze, sailing the sky, a lake comes into view, freefall into the water, deeper, deeper, down, down, underwater blurred vision, gripped by a tentacle, and twirled into a hidden cavern deep below, gasping for air I watch the tentacle slither into the murky water, the smell of fire and a dancing golden light against the walls of the cave lead my way, the coridoor (sp?) is carved, I trail my fingers against the cool, dank, moss covered walls, leaving behind a phosforecent trail which begs for closer inspection, the moss and lichens dissapear behind the glow and purple hierogliphics are shown to my eye, confuzed, I as for help, I am told to lay down and visualize the walls of the cave covered in a primate lifeform (moss) to come to life, soon the walls are breathing and the spirt guides of the plants start to fly thru the air, sprites, twinkle on the ends of my finger tips, speaking in tongues I can not understand but yet understand completely,
Dead flowers
Cherry blossums
pig tails
spring sex (meaningless how I prefer)
Taking bets on lives high above the fallen angels are pearched on ther cloud sofas, double or nuttin, roll the dice...
If you can follow this I give you credit because its confuzing to me
Than I woke up corrupt
