hipster
Bluelighter
a violent rush screams through my body, hands and feet flowing in a psychotic, pounding rhythm. jump, throw, step, kick out and spin. the beats are my captor through till the a.m. there is need only to exist. and the frenzy is proof of life. though no one else ever admits it, the powder rocks me as much as the bass.
i quite innocently caught its hand one day,
and it flung me into a chaotic cycle of CRAVING AND REALIZATION,
a world of faux bliss
isn't being "ok" for a few hours better than dying and dying and dying? because dying was how i spent yesterday, and dying sums up tomorrow.
pause my descent.
allow me this joy.
[This message has been edited by hipster (edited 22 September 2000).]
i quite innocently caught its hand one day,
and it flung me into a chaotic cycle of CRAVING AND REALIZATION,
a world of faux bliss
isn't being "ok" for a few hours better than dying and dying and dying? because dying was how i spent yesterday, and dying sums up tomorrow.
pause my descent.
allow me this joy.
[This message has been edited by hipster (edited 22 September 2000).]
