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Liven up yourself

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Liven up yourself *more boring dribble added

my life in a 1-2 minutes

Grade A weed
pasta fazool
book - Phil Lesh... searching for the sound
pink lemonaide with 10 mg of crushed klonapin
an inhaler
a xanax ubder the tongue
a un shaven face
and some buprenorphine up my nose

My eyes are glazed over, I am relaxed and comfortable with visions of weird 1950's surgical rooms. Licking my sweater feels good. Rainy dreary night and with myself.

Can you picture what will be [digital]
So limitless and free [death]
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand [power of others]
In a...desperate land [sigh]

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There is a little key on my forehead but I can turn it to open my mind to write. So I quit/
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30 second view of my mind:

lake calm
head pretty clear stars glimmering against the backdrop of a scrolling blackened outline of [deep] forrest

Treetops twisting in the breeze
rolling in an biological organic wave.
Just as the sea
just as the mountain ranges
just as mathematical sine waves

Disturbed cracking a beer
beautiful eye what lies behind them is anybodies guess
My guess:
Vain, women stumbling, from... gimme a xanax...to who does drugs pleause...to whos got a line.
Pasted behind those doe like eyes is a plerplexed person, warped mirrors.
 
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vodka [anykind] 1 icecube

The fall flowers bursting in there golden tones as I lay on my back waiting for something to take me away. My pin-pricked pupils makes it hard to see as the smoke gets in my eyes and clouds my thoughts. Morphing images spiral into view.

-craters on the moon
-city bustle
-relaxing rocking chairs overlooking the green mountains

Whirlwinds of indecision spins its web of choices, filaments of light. The breeze of time psychoactive pathways, the storm rumbles. I keep my world inside amber bottles. Sealed from reality the thunder cracks. I laugh at my situation and palm a handfull of klonapin, minty fresh. Hiding behind my sunglasses I gulp on mid-afternoon wine. Elms and Oaks towering overing my head puts me in my place. As images of worthless Lortabs circle thru my head. A day or three on the supreme poppy [thread a needle thru its eye] wont kill me, will it? Riding the lightning I surely will get burned are those scars worth the relief?

I guess it doesn't matter anyway.

Repeat I think...

Vegetable man
multimillionaire pentagram
dirty money galacitcal education
latex bumbling poppy twisted full moon
chrome headlight in the sky
A pile of leaves to rest my head
the particles of paint are suspended in a cloudy haze
as the hallucinogenic writing better known as graffiti
gets sprayed on the the railroad car
Faded out colors bring the 3-D image of the tag 'Resin'
dust mask abound on the faces
dilated pupils peak out from the brims of there horned hats
as rainbow pixels dance on the metal
Ear to the trax, the rumble is abound
Krylon mean green, MR. KGB please
Hey doc how 'bout a script...

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