TJ
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 14, 2002
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4/23/04
Meth Head
For Kupidloveless
A metholog meth story printed as DICKtated into 4 hrs worth of tape on a tape recorder. An oral story as told exactly as written off the top of my head. Some of the shit is fiction or there may be real people I've written about in past stories BUT not necessarily the events told. As some of you know, when I'm on meth my mind shows me 10 million off the wall stories and mental pictures. I even get the shit happening in my mind when I'm sober, but add meth multiply that x 100. So I rattled off the first things that came to my mind. For awhile I tried to make everything rhyme each and every time, but when doing shit on the spur of the moment into a tape recorder, sometimes I couldn't think of exactly the right word to rhyme which in the script is why you'll see a sentence or a paragraph occasionally inserted with a few things like for example:
1. He was a pimp dick loving phone card stealing, computer ho that (wait. that was what now? fuck. wait...)
Anyway folks, this is something different I'm posting and if you figure it's strange or not normal, as usual I won't disappoint you. When I play this back, it cracks me up when I hear the "waits" or a few pauses. If I could for your amusement, I'd just post the damn methalog so it could be heard without having to be read. Anyway, fuck a duck this is going to be alot of fucking typing. I've been away a while cause I couldn't afford the net with no income. Towards the end, Kupidloveless just somehow became a character which wasn't planned. Also, when this shit was dictated off the top of my head, I was more like singing it into the recorder.
Act 1 Scene 1:
He is a drum playin, guitar playin...........wait
He is a drum beatin, guitar playin, flashin, phone card stealing from
Target in Stanton, probation violatin, long haired,
Unable to get ahold of musician motherfucker
Bad boy that's him
Bad boy bad boy..umm...drummer drummer boy, drummer drummer boy
What's you gonna do when the come for you?
Drummer boy, drummer boy, drummer drummer drummer drummer drummer boy
He is a long haired, guitar playin, drum beatin, solicitator, flashin, phone card stealin
from Target in Stanton, probation violatin, glass dick suckin, meth head lovin,
unable to get ahold of musician motherfucker
He's a piss test failer
Bad boy bad boy what's you gonna do?
What's you gonna do when they come for you?
Rick, he's a dealer
Ricci, Ricci, Rick I wanna, I wanna talk to you
Please bring me rock
I need a little talk
And I need a little rocky rock
Hey Rick Rick Rick you suckin glass dick
Bring a bring some meth over here
I need a little lick
From my sharp pointed little prick here
Who sucks it all up the spoon
Gotta get me a little taste
And get me off to the moon
Glass dick dealin, meth rock sellin
Gig going, drummer playin, guitar beatin
Guitar playin, drum beatin
Unable to get ahold of musician motherfucker
Drivin around in his Mazda truck
He drives around in the middle of the night
And he wears the guitar around him
That's him, my dealer, my pusher
Ricci, Ricci, Rick lick dick
I want some rock candy
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Please I need some
I need some now
Oh gimme gimme a push
I need a shove and I want some needle punkin love baby
He say's hey hello needle neck
You sure are a fuckin wreck
What do you want to do today?
What can I do you out of?
What do you want to pay?
A ball, two balls, a quarter, all?
What's it gonna be? Tell me
Hey Mr. Pusher can I have a little taste?
I don't have no cash and I'm out on my ass until tomarrow
Life sucks, feel my sorrow
Can I have a little taste until tomarrow?
Here you go little needle neck
You're a pain, but you're so sweet
But you're a wreck, here baby
Now get up, glass it up, put a cotton in
And suck it up and stick, yep yep yep
Now there you go, are you happy sweet little ho?
Yippie yo, hey hey hey hey ho
Oh yes thankyou Rick
He says I know you're good for it
You always have been and you were good to me
And he's good to me
End Act 1 Scene 1
Meth Head
For Kupidloveless
A metholog meth story printed as DICKtated into 4 hrs worth of tape on a tape recorder. An oral story as told exactly as written off the top of my head. Some of the shit is fiction or there may be real people I've written about in past stories BUT not necessarily the events told. As some of you know, when I'm on meth my mind shows me 10 million off the wall stories and mental pictures. I even get the shit happening in my mind when I'm sober, but add meth multiply that x 100. So I rattled off the first things that came to my mind. For awhile I tried to make everything rhyme each and every time, but when doing shit on the spur of the moment into a tape recorder, sometimes I couldn't think of exactly the right word to rhyme which in the script is why you'll see a sentence or a paragraph occasionally inserted with a few things like for example:
1. He was a pimp dick loving phone card stealing, computer ho that (wait. that was what now? fuck. wait...)
Anyway folks, this is something different I'm posting and if you figure it's strange or not normal, as usual I won't disappoint you. When I play this back, it cracks me up when I hear the "waits" or a few pauses. If I could for your amusement, I'd just post the damn methalog so it could be heard without having to be read. Anyway, fuck a duck this is going to be alot of fucking typing. I've been away a while cause I couldn't afford the net with no income. Towards the end, Kupidloveless just somehow became a character which wasn't planned. Also, when this shit was dictated off the top of my head, I was more like singing it into the recorder.
Act 1 Scene 1:
He is a drum playin, guitar playin...........wait
He is a drum beatin, guitar playin, flashin, phone card stealing from
Target in Stanton, probation violatin, long haired,
Unable to get ahold of musician motherfucker
Bad boy that's him
Bad boy bad boy..umm...drummer drummer boy, drummer drummer boy
What's you gonna do when the come for you?
Drummer boy, drummer boy, drummer drummer drummer drummer drummer boy
He is a long haired, guitar playin, drum beatin, solicitator, flashin, phone card stealin
from Target in Stanton, probation violatin, glass dick suckin, meth head lovin,
unable to get ahold of musician motherfucker
He's a piss test failer
Bad boy bad boy what's you gonna do?
What's you gonna do when they come for you?
Rick, he's a dealer
Ricci, Ricci, Rick I wanna, I wanna talk to you
Please bring me rock
I need a little talk
And I need a little rocky rock
Hey Rick Rick Rick you suckin glass dick
Bring a bring some meth over here
I need a little lick
From my sharp pointed little prick here
Who sucks it all up the spoon
Gotta get me a little taste
And get me off to the moon
Glass dick dealin, meth rock sellin
Gig going, drummer playin, guitar beatin
Guitar playin, drum beatin
Unable to get ahold of musician motherfucker
Drivin around in his Mazda truck
He drives around in the middle of the night
And he wears the guitar around him
That's him, my dealer, my pusher
Ricci, Ricci, Rick lick dick
I want some rock candy
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Please I need some
I need some now
Oh gimme gimme a push
I need a shove and I want some needle punkin love baby
He say's hey hello needle neck
You sure are a fuckin wreck
What do you want to do today?
What can I do you out of?
What do you want to pay?
A ball, two balls, a quarter, all?
What's it gonna be? Tell me
Hey Mr. Pusher can I have a little taste?
I don't have no cash and I'm out on my ass until tomarrow
Life sucks, feel my sorrow
Can I have a little taste until tomarrow?
Here you go little needle neck
You're a pain, but you're so sweet
But you're a wreck, here baby
Now get up, glass it up, put a cotton in
And suck it up and stick, yep yep yep
Now there you go, are you happy sweet little ho?
Yippie yo, hey hey hey hey ho
Oh yes thankyou Rick
He says I know you're good for it
You always have been and you were good to me
And he's good to me
End Act 1 Scene 1