bluemickeys4life
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 12, 2007
- Messages
- 60
Day is found damp, and dark; scarcely sunlit charteruse apprehends a forlorn ashened sky, the canvas which silky, velvet dusk had long since embellished and forsaken. A birdsong, resonating tenderly from the east, collects my attention without omission. Obese tree branches ensnared with impressive nests and airborne dens nab my vision. Crimson breasts ascend then surrender at life's call for breath as the cardinal's candied chorus completely lulls me; carried astray from the pain that defiles my stream in lucid fashion. That which infects and violates inner workings I've come to both lust for and loathe. Such beauty.
I need a fix, and God's emerald, elaborate conception fails to do what a small time hustling pusher and a hypodermic needle can actualize; making living bearable. To relinquish one's alacrity and overall prosperity to some god damn schedule one substance is no fucking picnic. It takes a certain maniacal determination, a fearless and doubly insidious frame of mind. God damn it, I've billed my hours.
Persistence pays off in an afterthought of illusory foresight and my wits are united once more.
Who am I to dictate what is worth?
I need a fix, and God's emerald, elaborate conception fails to do what a small time hustling pusher and a hypodermic needle can actualize; making living bearable. To relinquish one's alacrity and overall prosperity to some god damn schedule one substance is no fucking picnic. It takes a certain maniacal determination, a fearless and doubly insidious frame of mind. God damn it, I've billed my hours.
Persistence pays off in an afterthought of illusory foresight and my wits are united once more.
Who am I to dictate what is worth?
