Aja909
Bluelighter
I have conquered drugs.
okay maybe not but I am *bored* with them - only a certain few things remain that tickle my fancy
and as always I am left at the end of the tunnel asking for more
all I can say is that my tolerance is that of a firewall with its setting up to "max"
Imagine doing 3cc's of K and you don't even cop a buzz
Imagine popping 5 potent-as-can be rolls and having nothing but dialated pupils
you can snort a line of yay so long it takes a wristwatch rather than a straw to measure your nonexistant high
oooh and then there is heroin my buddy when I want to inject something that will leave a yellow mark on my arm the next day and constipate my lunch right out of me
am I done yet?
how silly of me to throw that out there
my life is on edge with that syringe anyday, ***REMEMBER***
all it takes is being alone with your finger on the plunger
and time
lots of time
so where to from here I ask?
I've found love but it's temporarily experiencing a menstrual cycle
and I
I am not too sure if I am making wise decisions
everyday
I am faced with the facts that I will:
1)Eat
2)Sleep
3)Shit
and then somewhere inbetween there I will occasionally try to put drugs and/or food in my body that is fueled by myself going to a place called "work". I flush my earnings down the sewage system after I digest the nutrients that are listed on the back of every product that I can purchase with my money at my local grocery store reachable by replacing the petroleum distilates in my automobile at regular intervals.
Somehow I end up at "night clubs" and "rave parties" every weekend where I can utilize my left-over earnings and purchase/aquire more drugs/chemicals/things that make you go "Wheee!" until I pass out from lack of sleep/oxygen.
Something's missing
hey
audible frequencies and anger
some lights and big speakers
*WAIT!*
I know
nah - you guys "can't hang"
you dance like a fish
MY feet are drilled into the ground where hedgehogs can hear my emotions
how about you?
___________________________________
-motorollerkid-
okay maybe not but I am *bored* with them - only a certain few things remain that tickle my fancy
and as always I am left at the end of the tunnel asking for more
all I can say is that my tolerance is that of a firewall with its setting up to "max"
Imagine doing 3cc's of K and you don't even cop a buzz
Imagine popping 5 potent-as-can be rolls and having nothing but dialated pupils
you can snort a line of yay so long it takes a wristwatch rather than a straw to measure your nonexistant high
oooh and then there is heroin my buddy when I want to inject something that will leave a yellow mark on my arm the next day and constipate my lunch right out of me
am I done yet?
how silly of me to throw that out there
my life is on edge with that syringe anyday, ***REMEMBER***
all it takes is being alone with your finger on the plunger
and time
lots of time
so where to from here I ask?
I've found love but it's temporarily experiencing a menstrual cycle
and I
I am not too sure if I am making wise decisions
everyday
I am faced with the facts that I will:
1)Eat
2)Sleep
3)Shit
and then somewhere inbetween there I will occasionally try to put drugs and/or food in my body that is fueled by myself going to a place called "work". I flush my earnings down the sewage system after I digest the nutrients that are listed on the back of every product that I can purchase with my money at my local grocery store reachable by replacing the petroleum distilates in my automobile at regular intervals.
Somehow I end up at "night clubs" and "rave parties" every weekend where I can utilize my left-over earnings and purchase/aquire more drugs/chemicals/things that make you go "Wheee!" until I pass out from lack of sleep/oxygen.
Something's missing
hey
audible frequencies and anger
some lights and big speakers
*WAIT!*
I know
nah - you guys "can't hang"
you dance like a fish
MY feet are drilled into the ground where hedgehogs can hear my emotions
how about you?
___________________________________
-motorollerkid-
