shining star (shooting?)

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"The druggist--unconscious minister of celestial pleasures!--looked dull and stupid.... Nevertheless, in spite of such indications of humanity, he has ever since existed in my mind as the beatific vision of an immortal drugist, sent down to earth on a special mission to myself."
--Thomas De Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater, 1822



Believe

Saucers in the sky

double vision

the ones I dream

do I know you...?


Hidden from the warm showers that cool the afternoon, I duck and wait out the storm with my trusty 12 ouncer in hand. A hand that ever so slightly shakes. Break-away-must-lay-down...

In the lush backyard hidden from the world, hidden from himself. The present tense has the music on an enjoyable volume as I spark the little glass spoon.

Clouds of smoke...
Clouds of moisture...
Watching the clouds roll by...
Fog in my eyes...
Time of my life...

The storm passes and the sun breaks thru, my head is rattled and for a brief few minutes I contemplate what my life would consist of if I was the iridescent bug that drifted thru the air and land on my sun drenched skin. What would I know that I already didn't know...?

The day comes and goes

Nighttime rolls around with thick humidity with a cool breeze. Perfect weather for sleeping, perfect weather for roasting a nice scrumptious bud of ol' maryjane. The lone noise of a few critters crawling in the woods. My view is drawn to the big American flag waving ever so softly in the wind. It resides under the 100+ year old Oak tree with its weathered branches that has stood tough for years before I walked this spot on the planet. Its large leafs rattling thru the midnight hour. Visible white orbs the size of a softball swirl in the twilight. Floating inches above the people that matter to me.

$000 watts
suits me
rubber sealed-mason jars
Pumpkin Pie
Money fiends
trax

Upon the the dusty road the girl skips around the corner disappearing behind the evergreen trees. My mind is as loose as the wind, time when will it run out. Day off...? Week off...? Ha, Life off...

Glaze over the day, one of these, 5 of those, multiple draws off the pipe, and a few ice cold beers.

The ones where you can get the sunlight to glint of the shaved ice sliding down the bottle, as the sun strikes it prisms, and the rainbow strikes my eye. Jolted back from the rays. I shield my eyes and empty the bottle.

Dusted on the street the rag girl dances thru the automobiles as she is controlled by an different force. Spare changing for her fix, week old clothes, face gaunt and hollow, I thought I heard the Dead were in town...? Spin a dance for me girl, a slow easy step. One that I can follow, spin to the left and float down the street. Smack me and I'll tip you well, fairmadien. Patchwork life sewn together with the thread of life, narcotica, inducer of dreams. Mingle with the fallen ones and the demons of the dark, not to be taken lightly. Kill or be killed, if they pull a knife on you, pull a gun and send um to the Morgue, thats the Chicago way...

Screams of surrender...
Screams of hope...
Screams of helplessness...

Get drowned out by the rush-hour traffiK, polluted, diluted, and pathetic. The wind of decay blows constantly thru some dodge the jet stream others take it for a ride, others just cant hack it.

The skeleton does a 2-step jig and tips his Top hat...
spread your fragile wings and fly away from me
Live in vain...?

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Hold that Train... I'm gettin on!!!

Smack, dope, heroin
Opiates are an entity to themselves
a warped identity
a path to relaxation or destruction
you like to gamble...?
torn up tracks
hungry
barely alive
discarded
Disgusting tales
dirty lies
ruined lifes
lost lifes
crumpled and puke
shaking, dying,
fix give me it NOW
what ever it takes...
cork up the bottle and throw it out to sea...

Goes to show you don't ever know
Watch each card you play
and play it slow
Wait until your deal come round
Don't you let that deal go down - DEAL

 

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Refugee

HAzey morning sunrises
geeked
removable needle tips

disappear into the nite

American dream...?

hedgefunds $$$$ puke

aghh

i - cant - talk


Justin dopesick driving his SL500 into the ghetto gets 250 bucks ripped outta his hand. Sick and not thinking straight he started to drive away to take the loss. Instead he slams in in reverse jumps the curb and runs the scammin dope dealing gangsta down the sidewalk, pins him up against the fence than whips the wheel and crushes the scamers legs and wipes his body across the fence

Screams of pain
insainty

crumbled man fucked up bad bleeding on the ground

chase

get-away

must get dope

Truth is insanity...
You think you know but you have NO IDEA
I have no idea

warm sun
lazy
sippin' dead flowers
rainbow day-dream
woke up screaming
rotting apple
cackling black birds

MapleLeaf x Trainwreck were planted in the soft soil as I was running my hands thru the soil and looking up at the filtered sunlight shining thru the leaves. I stood up and had a 'white-out and passed out, flat backwards into the ground...

I was in my body unconscious in a way but eyes closed, I distinctly recall swimming out of my body I flew upwards thru darkness untill I reached a strange orange mosaic (the best I could describe it would be Honeycomb shaped. I slid thru the orange layer and thats when my memory ceases to exist...

What am I getting told up there... I m u s t k n o w
Do you...?

Pioneer in pain management
electrical implants to stimulate the necessary components to kill pain
no more pills
RIP Dr. *** RIP his son (OD) and may god bless the other son and his clear ampules of hope-desperation-relief
harvesting the pain

Talking to some rich folk dissolved into the atmosphere

speed-up
kinky
cant settle down
The Great Plant Guide

Angels with golden wings floating above the seven seas
underwater vegetation
fly away
I cant refuse it/you
tempt me with your blond pigtails carefree breeze
the moon is on the rise, Orange ball of what>>

Why am I hear... Why havent I died yet (god knows I have flirted death to many times to close). What must I accomplish before I can be relieved of this container and rejoice in the honeycomb of nature. Is my fate sealed, ZiploK'd up yellow and green = blu

Runaway 17 yr old dopefiend caught up in the system, she lays her head to sleep at any homeless shelter she could get in. I dont want to know how she gets her fix, but I know. Lost...

morphine pumps
negros on the corner (no offense)
ive been in the game for years
My family
#1

I am nervous for no reason probably because my life is a whirlwind and I am in the center of the storm. Watching the destruction and death... goosebumped flesh or a body tinted blue.

heroin
amps of morphine
10mg percs
Norcos
valium
xanax
roofies
klonapin
syringes
freebase geek

Why me...? Mercy, Mercy, me. Why am I surrounded by intoxication it seems I cant escape the wrath, am I grown-up or will I grow out of this...

I know what grows out of the soil, stalks that reach for the sun. Organic richness,

Stolen faith streams in thru the stainglass windows a shaft of light remains in my head. I am harmless, but somebody that knows the truth.

Fumble my words and stitch my wounds
Anarchy in the mid-summer blood baths over 20K+ drug corners...
What do you make of that... lucky dice

Tucked away from the disturbance
hope pray
legends that blow thru my mind wisdom directly to my heart

scattered and in need of help
son of man
hail mary

piece

 

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smack me no thank u

Beware baby
will your smile float you thru life
remember you...

17 yrs old I was sick as hell waiting for you to bring me my heroin instead of my smack I had to get a call that you died. miss you kid
your twin-brother is still at and a mess. Like I should talk ha.
Do-do-do ba-ba its a wild world.... Do you remember

Songs strung out from the mandolin energized my molecules, twisted in the purple beams of lazer that cuts the homegrown smoke like a fresh needle entering a virgin vein. Play one more
what would be the encore, I forget the words as I walk backwards brushing her hair in the forest

deep in the forest
pretty face
carnival

listen in to my conversation about the bubbling brook that washes the stonED smooth. stuck in limbo dancing under the moon.

Got plenty of time to search my soul but what am I looking for. Sheild me from darkness, safe-gaurded from the truth.
waiting, waiting... is the past gone

Spread your thighs and paint me with green paint and lets have a autumn party dressed in white, no fatal vision is in sight.

listen in...

old man, young boy, the dancing broke the communication
WHY WHY WHY

Are you staring at my shaking hands, you got a problem with it?
a glancing stare froze her in her tracks, cuts like a blade...

ok im done
turned to stone

 

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hidden paths that lead to trails deep in the forest (recap of a bike ride)

Doriden

Rolling Hills
perceptual deception
energy orbs dancing thru the wildflowers
radiation deep with in the ether
vibe good

Flying behind my eyelids, thru the color spectrum R O Y G
when I get to green i am confronted with a deep forest green background with a grid set upon it in a bright lime green. From out of the distance a yellow ball dances erratically toward me as it draws closer it morphs into the head of a grasshopper. We are confronted face-to-face, i am mesmerized by his eyes, as I relax I am drawn out of my forehead and into the head of the insect.

Laying in the grass in a snow-angel fashion my body floats out before I know whats happening. I can see my sleeping body laying in the grass and I watch my ethereal body drift upwards. I am in a human form, head, shoulders, hips, but as I look at my legs and feet they evaporate int a rainbow static. I know the path to follow thru the orange maze.

My body is no longer a body but a energy force I am floating toward a strange design (blueprint). The background is black and filling the void is orange outlined octagons. Hexagonal 3-d mosaic. I know the way as I slide thru the geometric path ways.

Zig-Zag
Twist and Shout

The clouds in my mind part and take on the immaculate conception. beaming Violet rays from her heart into the points I feel need cleansing. Purple heart gilded in gold.

Pleadian stone
Addicted to the darkness but drawn to the light

Is time running out or am I able to crease time and throw it for a loop. Fables of old. rip-van-winkle dusted out leaning back on the large red maple tree. walking stick encrusted with rose quartz.

I never want to grow up I am a Celestial R' US Kid, Orange helping hand signs in window trigger thoughts of tricycles.

Got lost in Costa rica, san jose, into the jungle, danced with the earthly elements disappeared I lost 4 days of time. My watch stopped at 3:23, I threw it in the ocean.
I prefer the green and white mountains of the east.

Color coordinated my pupils to match my mind, the force-field is made of matter that I control but the control is handed down as long as I stay in the lightbeam (bright white). Quality soul or are you pathetic

Clowns and Jugglers that fade in and out of the circus when its in town, the flood gates open and the masses get liquified. The clowns might consider my crazy but trust me I am sane as a faceted diamond glinting in your eye. What for me floating by you wont see me unless your enabled. dont be afraid drift down the old logging road and laugh

Urban syndicates
skyscrapers reaching for the stars
rot, toxic fog industrial fumigation.
De-mist there brains
habitual darkness creeps thru the evil
mental illnesses distort the homeless that sleep on heating grates. Most would assume mental disorder but some ppl choose there path, you find the most brilliant beings in the most awkward places.
Independent dealers light the way
hooked with a harpoon they enter the system and crumble away, twirl away behind bars.

Do you have cobwebs cover your eyes, can you see or do you care to ignore the obvious

Pillows of earth cradle my skull into any image you would want projected. Cries of pain in a far off land in a dessert I will never know, morphine amps addict for the Army. Crimson, White, and Indigo

Self-conscious...?
spoiled...?
phobic...?
confuzed...?
NORML...?

KGB's Killer Green Buds slipstream smoke in organic mentality

 

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cant get enough of this shit