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Bluelighter
Frame by frame clips of a purple sunset weighted down with evergreen trees, plays over and over in my head. Looking over my right shoulder I see the moon slickly following me. A backwards cresent that gave the perfect inclination of a man in the moon.
My head is pounding so hard, im probably dehydrated, I should puke, I should go for a bike ride, achey. I am confused as to what I am feeling, is it residual opiate w/d or is it benzo w/d and a bit of a hangover thrown in for fun, either or slap me in the face.
Destruction. living, win. The homeless teenager passes the day away on a park bench, his dirty fingernails and deeply tanned skin. Tracks wander on his arms, heavily used expressways. Wrestling with his mind on whether he will eat tonight or shoot some more dope, obviously food wont win.
Greasy gutters lined with ciggareete butts and discarded relics down benith the sewer drain into the day light darkness. Crowded streets, hushed secrets, telling glances. Let a breeze blow thru my head to clean out the unimportant junk
I truely dont give a fuck about living life, if I died tommorrow I would die a happy life. Why is it I dont care, please inform me. Its not like I actually care why I dont care. Maybee I am insane, maybee I am normal.
Fucking goose bumps and a runny nose are my immediate problems which I wont fix, I will just let this tweaky shit run its course.
Bite-the-hand-the-bakes-your bread.
Torn apart into oblivion.
Young punks Cadallac cruisin, 82 fleetwood, smoke stained windows, I look and spy a avatar pair of glasses siting next to a needle on the dashboard. Maybee if I could put those glasses on I could sheild my mind from itself and go about my day in the most relaxing way.
Rooftop gardening, hacking yellow-cabs, co-ops.
Operation Poppy Expungement
A girl whistling a tune passes by as I spit on the ground, and eye the blackberries at the corner grocery suspiciously. I eat one and let its purple juice dribble down my chin, my mind thinks of flavored pharm grade injectable solution. Would a junky pay a dollar for rosewater, I flip quarters into the wishing well, knowing damn well that I alternate on a 4:1 ratio. For every head i flip 4 tails stare back up at the sun from benith the liquid waterjets.
Fastfood joint make me dry heave when the thought enters my head. I was at Subway for lunch and the line was long, black crowes were playing on the store stereo, I started thinking about cold cuts slobbered with mayo and mustard. I tun around at look at the exit, to late, a gut wrentching dry heavy, puke hammers me, my stomache is so fuct.
Thats nothing but drug store luvin
Pretty little thing let me light your candle
'cause mama I am so hard to handle
Comes streaming out the speakers in-sync with my puking sounds, I sit in a booth and break out into a sweat and curse my life. What the fuck are you looking at soccor mom, fat bitch.
I buy a vegi on wheat and throw it in the garbage on my way to an air conditioned retreat.
Lost somewhere in the cirrus white fluffy whispy trails of my mind I just twiddle my thumbs as somebody slams a door. Fucking headache knocking me into reality.
oh well
Outside the sliding glass door I see the yard achey worse than me, and being one that gets a little bit to into nature and trying/thinking I know what it is telling me. Chainsmoked mango in a tinfoil pipe, exploded clouds.
turn the hose on and water the garden the trees the lawn than the potted plants, roses, flower beds, shrubs and on and on.
Windblown music gets turned up louder
Beck - blah blah blah blah
-morhoid grease breathing slob
Singing blah blah blah blah
Overkill supermarket pencil stealing fun
Singing blah blah blah blah
Hey baby, what's new?
I got herpes just like you!
A drive-by shooting pitchfork in the face
Singing blah blah blah blah
A crack smoking donkey from outer space
Singing blah blah blah blah
Love your parents, love the flag
Stuff your girlfriend in a bag
Top-40 mind-rotting circus of fleas
Singing blah blah blah
Teenage tongue-wagging porno magazine
Singing blah blah blah
Hey baby, you're real cool
We'll go fishing after school
The girl had a rasspberry beret it reminded me off a upper scale pastry shop that would cause back-ups at the display window out on to the cobblestoneD. Look at me in a button up shirt, the bakery used to be on my walk home from my dealers house. I used to love stepping into the washroom and loading up a backwards-soda-can-of-heroin into my body, rushing on my rhyme. Than order one of those raspberry custard swirly tart things eat sweet than do what ever I care to do.
-hand risen extened middle finger
Police states
narcotics sources
treasure map for LIFE
it all in your head...
devils intwined thru the phonelines
millions of wires color coded
why does the one that runs into my house ring endlessly
dope headed drug wanters
must leave me be
computer generated space ship flying
fool
programed to destroy
A small frail girl
light peircing darkness
tattered t-shirt
out of the corner of my eye
her face frozen in emotion
lost in confusion
water filled eyes
pools of descions crying down her face
tears that money couldnt buy.
Bottled amber prescription medicine commercials newest phase craze is a sad pill you eat one and you turn into a sobbing ball of mess. 60 minutes
ripe tide
slip and slide
tornado sirens
pierce the land
spreading oral explict (ness)
I met her on the subway
and told me to comeby
I ended up in her room smoking pot
she gave me 20 dollars, I went and scored heroin
shot it up and felt good than bad than numb
A Rams head horns spiralling back into itself
decibels
summer time is nice
except when you are experincing benzo withdrawl and I feel like chopping of my shoulders to ease my achey muscles. why do i do this to myself
evening whistle
traintracks beached of color
chuncks of rocks
hobo bag travelling person
boring-snip
Old fashion candy stores lollypops as big as your face
powders, pills, tablets, colored sugars
fentanyl suckers behind the counter
dust dancing in the sunbeams
Play quitely
did it ever happen
because knowbody heard
staring into the refriderator
mesmerized by a blank stare
mascerade
in a blind-fold
Ferson Creek
looking for a place to hide
come on lets go down town
uh...
swaying gentle to the down-tempo
THE WEIGHT
the girl is a beauty
cancer
juices
assimilated
ok now im real bored
My head is pounding so hard, im probably dehydrated, I should puke, I should go for a bike ride, achey. I am confused as to what I am feeling, is it residual opiate w/d or is it benzo w/d and a bit of a hangover thrown in for fun, either or slap me in the face.
Destruction. living, win. The homeless teenager passes the day away on a park bench, his dirty fingernails and deeply tanned skin. Tracks wander on his arms, heavily used expressways. Wrestling with his mind on whether he will eat tonight or shoot some more dope, obviously food wont win.
Greasy gutters lined with ciggareete butts and discarded relics down benith the sewer drain into the day light darkness. Crowded streets, hushed secrets, telling glances. Let a breeze blow thru my head to clean out the unimportant junk
I truely dont give a fuck about living life, if I died tommorrow I would die a happy life. Why is it I dont care, please inform me. Its not like I actually care why I dont care. Maybee I am insane, maybee I am normal.
Fucking goose bumps and a runny nose are my immediate problems which I wont fix, I will just let this tweaky shit run its course.
Bite-the-hand-the-bakes-your bread.
Torn apart into oblivion.
Young punks Cadallac cruisin, 82 fleetwood, smoke stained windows, I look and spy a avatar pair of glasses siting next to a needle on the dashboard. Maybee if I could put those glasses on I could sheild my mind from itself and go about my day in the most relaxing way.
Rooftop gardening, hacking yellow-cabs, co-ops.
Operation Poppy Expungement
A girl whistling a tune passes by as I spit on the ground, and eye the blackberries at the corner grocery suspiciously. I eat one and let its purple juice dribble down my chin, my mind thinks of flavored pharm grade injectable solution. Would a junky pay a dollar for rosewater, I flip quarters into the wishing well, knowing damn well that I alternate on a 4:1 ratio. For every head i flip 4 tails stare back up at the sun from benith the liquid waterjets.
Fastfood joint make me dry heave when the thought enters my head. I was at Subway for lunch and the line was long, black crowes were playing on the store stereo, I started thinking about cold cuts slobbered with mayo and mustard. I tun around at look at the exit, to late, a gut wrentching dry heavy, puke hammers me, my stomache is so fuct.
Thats nothing but drug store luvin
Pretty little thing let me light your candle
'cause mama I am so hard to handle
Comes streaming out the speakers in-sync with my puking sounds, I sit in a booth and break out into a sweat and curse my life. What the fuck are you looking at soccor mom, fat bitch.
I buy a vegi on wheat and throw it in the garbage on my way to an air conditioned retreat.
Lost somewhere in the cirrus white fluffy whispy trails of my mind I just twiddle my thumbs as somebody slams a door. Fucking headache knocking me into reality.
oh well
Outside the sliding glass door I see the yard achey worse than me, and being one that gets a little bit to into nature and trying/thinking I know what it is telling me. Chainsmoked mango in a tinfoil pipe, exploded clouds.
turn the hose on and water the garden the trees the lawn than the potted plants, roses, flower beds, shrubs and on and on.
Windblown music gets turned up louder
Beck - blah blah blah blah
-morhoid grease breathing slob
Singing blah blah blah blah
Overkill supermarket pencil stealing fun
Singing blah blah blah blah
Hey baby, what's new?
I got herpes just like you!
A drive-by shooting pitchfork in the face
Singing blah blah blah blah
A crack smoking donkey from outer space
Singing blah blah blah blah
Love your parents, love the flag
Stuff your girlfriend in a bag
Top-40 mind-rotting circus of fleas
Singing blah blah blah
Teenage tongue-wagging porno magazine
Singing blah blah blah
Hey baby, you're real cool
We'll go fishing after school
The girl had a rasspberry beret it reminded me off a upper scale pastry shop that would cause back-ups at the display window out on to the cobblestoneD. Look at me in a button up shirt, the bakery used to be on my walk home from my dealers house. I used to love stepping into the washroom and loading up a backwards-soda-can-of-heroin into my body, rushing on my rhyme. Than order one of those raspberry custard swirly tart things eat sweet than do what ever I care to do.
-hand risen extened middle finger
Police states
narcotics sources
treasure map for LIFE
it all in your head...
devils intwined thru the phonelines
millions of wires color coded
why does the one that runs into my house ring endlessly
dope headed drug wanters
must leave me be
computer generated space ship flying
fool
programed to destroy
A small frail girl
light peircing darkness
tattered t-shirt
out of the corner of my eye
her face frozen in emotion
lost in confusion
water filled eyes
pools of descions crying down her face
tears that money couldnt buy.
Bottled amber prescription medicine commercials newest phase craze is a sad pill you eat one and you turn into a sobbing ball of mess. 60 minutes
ripe tide
slip and slide
tornado sirens
pierce the land
spreading oral explict (ness)
I met her on the subway
and told me to comeby
I ended up in her room smoking pot
she gave me 20 dollars, I went and scored heroin
shot it up and felt good than bad than numb
A Rams head horns spiralling back into itself
decibels
summer time is nice
except when you are experincing benzo withdrawl and I feel like chopping of my shoulders to ease my achey muscles. why do i do this to myself
evening whistle
traintracks beached of color
chuncks of rocks
hobo bag travelling person
boring-snip
Old fashion candy stores lollypops as big as your face
powders, pills, tablets, colored sugars
fentanyl suckers behind the counter
dust dancing in the sunbeams
Play quitely
did it ever happen
because knowbody heard
staring into the refriderator
mesmerized by a blank stare
mascerade
in a blind-fold
Ferson Creek
looking for a place to hide
come on lets go down town
uh...
swaying gentle to the down-tempo
THE WEIGHT
the girl is a beauty
cancer
juices
assimilated
ok now im real bored
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