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Bluelighter
I spit on the sidewalk and carry on about my carefree day, whether it be in the city crunching the sidewalks pounding cheap vodka at 10am watching the Chicago airshow ffrom the rooftop. Caught with-out weed I panic and remember a stashed nugget I hid when stoned.
Or be it that I am out of the city into nature 1000 acres limestone bluffs and a hitterbox of 2 hit quiter, I dont even care about my fishing pole dangling in the water, fishing with bread and cheese. Just like my fore-fathers did in this very same creek, I notice very few trees are changing as the summer has been a weak one, but a great one.
My dream last night was one of discomfort I was hanging out in some tropical resort and I was on my way to go score some smack and happen to mention to the people accross the hall that I was headed into town. There reply, 'Oh, you want heroin...' yup you guessed it, I want all your heroin now damn-it in my veins. I'll pay you after I shoot up I dont got time to take the cashs out of my pocket but I have time to pull my needle and spoon. Alas I forgot to pay the neighboors and just like that fairytale with the pumpkin that returns to a pumpkin after midnight (you catch my drift, huh) well my next shot I decided to shoot down by the water with my feet dangling in the cool water, but to my dismay the tinfoil packets morphed into lsd tablets, I was agravated so I tossed two tabes into the barrel of the syringe filled with water shook and injected.
FUCK no heroin rush.
I than woke up with one thing on my mind, jerking off to an image I have stuck in my head of an old girlfriend and heroin. The keys to the Caddy are on the counter and I already have 3 calls. 1 wanting to get well, 1 wanting to drink, 1 friend from rehab. I call back the girl who wanted to get well. Pulled on a new pair of shades and fired up the Northstar engine and flipped the radio dial to some oldie rock song. I dry heave once and buy a pack of needles and pick up the girl. Sweet Home Chicago. Black spade bags, grade A heroin into my vein and all cares dissapear. I am complete that nagging feeling of needing opiates in my system is switched off. My eyes ramble widely as my eyelids droop, the musics loud and the wind is blowing thru my hair.
Do you realize
floating in space
is where I enjoy to be
happyness brings good times
some day I will die
I like being clean but I love being opiated up, its been sooooo long that I have stayed this clean in ages, decades, but something is just not right.
Yea, yea time time time is on my side, Yes it is...
now you always say that you want to be free
but you come runnning back... to who?
the roots are deep into the earth as I hear the whine from the plant skreetch as I chop down my harvest. soul shake down
Julie is dancing on the table
I am tied up in my insecurities debating how I will medicate myself tonight
Hope is laying on the couch slightly sick from heroin but better with bupernorphine
clint is smacked up or pilled up'
my g/f is at school
tj is drinking and popping pills
liam is in the bahamas
I have been over run with anxiety lately and meds just arent working, I think I am picking up a good drinking habit ontop of my benzo habit because I shake like a mofo (uplift the motherfucking party plan).
You'll come running back
foaming at the mouth 8 dollars in your hand begging for a bag or just a taste, tears welled up in your eyes, shaking worse than me, how can I turn away such a young girl in need of a fix, is that wrong of my to make her well. When I was strung out and one of my many dope head friends would kick me down a spoonfull so I could get well enough to cop.
Faded brick buildings with old 7-up ad's painted on them, in a time before we were cluttered with billboards. I pull the car over and buy a cherry red (favorite flavor) icey from some derlict that is missing his front teeth. He's high on heroin I can tell, so is that guy, that guys on crack, that chick wants crack but doesnt want to suck the dick to get it but she will anyways. I close my door to the alien but yet wholesome neighborhood and think to myself how lucky I am.
...but am I lucky? I can do anything I want, but I am not happy, hmmm could a long history of drug abuse be involved.
No bitch you are not shooting up before me, I drove I paid, IM GETTING HIGH, no you cant cook my bag up, calm the fuck down. poke. I love when I register the first hit
the weight of the world, drift away instead.
Just like the Miller High Life Sitting in the moon toasting me with her pint, I wink back at her even though its a piece of paper. the filtered sun thru the fern branches ease my mind. As does a pigtailed girl.
I dont even try my best as I could really careless. My next move in life is one I am waiting for, I am a firm believer in fate, I dont search things out I let them come to me. Slacker mentality, maybee? but being the dude of life aint all peachy clean fun. Peachfuzz forearms jerking my cock into there mouths maybee.
I have a case of champagne, 2 cases of former Yugoslovian wine, and 5 - 6 cases of various beers, and a crack smoking donkey from outspace (sidekick mind you).
puke on the pavement
and smile at the old lady
beg her for a diime
I need a fix
punctuated by windows lined with metal bars, I await my Haladol injection. The sky is yellow and the sun is blue, what happeneed to me.
Run to the party, or run-a-way. Dirty grimey kids looking for a hit of anything. I can relate in a majorway. I could be a junky tommorow if I want and I have been having damn naggin feelings to do it because I simpley get the most enjoyment out of life when I am smacked up. When I am not I have anxieties and insecurieties, that can be self medicated but its just not the same. I fuck random girls just to see if they like to have there hair pulled during sex, cum on my face, you little slut, not a problem.
where was I going with this...?
Oh yea I was gonna crack a beer and puff a pipe, good evening
as I tip my hat and my silouetted body walks into the big orange setting orb called the Sun.
Or be it that I am out of the city into nature 1000 acres limestone bluffs and a hitterbox of 2 hit quiter, I dont even care about my fishing pole dangling in the water, fishing with bread and cheese. Just like my fore-fathers did in this very same creek, I notice very few trees are changing as the summer has been a weak one, but a great one.
My dream last night was one of discomfort I was hanging out in some tropical resort and I was on my way to go score some smack and happen to mention to the people accross the hall that I was headed into town. There reply, 'Oh, you want heroin...' yup you guessed it, I want all your heroin now damn-it in my veins. I'll pay you after I shoot up I dont got time to take the cashs out of my pocket but I have time to pull my needle and spoon. Alas I forgot to pay the neighboors and just like that fairytale with the pumpkin that returns to a pumpkin after midnight (you catch my drift, huh) well my next shot I decided to shoot down by the water with my feet dangling in the cool water, but to my dismay the tinfoil packets morphed into lsd tablets, I was agravated so I tossed two tabes into the barrel of the syringe filled with water shook and injected.
FUCK no heroin rush.
I than woke up with one thing on my mind, jerking off to an image I have stuck in my head of an old girlfriend and heroin. The keys to the Caddy are on the counter and I already have 3 calls. 1 wanting to get well, 1 wanting to drink, 1 friend from rehab. I call back the girl who wanted to get well. Pulled on a new pair of shades and fired up the Northstar engine and flipped the radio dial to some oldie rock song. I dry heave once and buy a pack of needles and pick up the girl. Sweet Home Chicago. Black spade bags, grade A heroin into my vein and all cares dissapear. I am complete that nagging feeling of needing opiates in my system is switched off. My eyes ramble widely as my eyelids droop, the musics loud and the wind is blowing thru my hair.
Do you realize
floating in space
is where I enjoy to be
happyness brings good times
some day I will die
I like being clean but I love being opiated up, its been sooooo long that I have stayed this clean in ages, decades, but something is just not right.
Yea, yea time time time is on my side, Yes it is...
now you always say that you want to be free
but you come runnning back... to who?
the roots are deep into the earth as I hear the whine from the plant skreetch as I chop down my harvest. soul shake down
Julie is dancing on the table
I am tied up in my insecurities debating how I will medicate myself tonight
Hope is laying on the couch slightly sick from heroin but better with bupernorphine
clint is smacked up or pilled up'
my g/f is at school
tj is drinking and popping pills
liam is in the bahamas
I have been over run with anxiety lately and meds just arent working, I think I am picking up a good drinking habit ontop of my benzo habit because I shake like a mofo (uplift the motherfucking party plan).
You'll come running back
foaming at the mouth 8 dollars in your hand begging for a bag or just a taste, tears welled up in your eyes, shaking worse than me, how can I turn away such a young girl in need of a fix, is that wrong of my to make her well. When I was strung out and one of my many dope head friends would kick me down a spoonfull so I could get well enough to cop.
Faded brick buildings with old 7-up ad's painted on them, in a time before we were cluttered with billboards. I pull the car over and buy a cherry red (favorite flavor) icey from some derlict that is missing his front teeth. He's high on heroin I can tell, so is that guy, that guys on crack, that chick wants crack but doesnt want to suck the dick to get it but she will anyways. I close my door to the alien but yet wholesome neighborhood and think to myself how lucky I am.
...but am I lucky? I can do anything I want, but I am not happy, hmmm could a long history of drug abuse be involved.
No bitch you are not shooting up before me, I drove I paid, IM GETTING HIGH, no you cant cook my bag up, calm the fuck down. poke. I love when I register the first hit
the weight of the world, drift away instead.
Just like the Miller High Life Sitting in the moon toasting me with her pint, I wink back at her even though its a piece of paper. the filtered sun thru the fern branches ease my mind. As does a pigtailed girl.
I dont even try my best as I could really careless. My next move in life is one I am waiting for, I am a firm believer in fate, I dont search things out I let them come to me. Slacker mentality, maybee? but being the dude of life aint all peachy clean fun. Peachfuzz forearms jerking my cock into there mouths maybee.
I have a case of champagne, 2 cases of former Yugoslovian wine, and 5 - 6 cases of various beers, and a crack smoking donkey from outspace (sidekick mind you).
puke on the pavement
and smile at the old lady
beg her for a diime
I need a fix
punctuated by windows lined with metal bars, I await my Haladol injection. The sky is yellow and the sun is blue, what happeneed to me.
Run to the party, or run-a-way. Dirty grimey kids looking for a hit of anything. I can relate in a majorway. I could be a junky tommorow if I want and I have been having damn naggin feelings to do it because I simpley get the most enjoyment out of life when I am smacked up. When I am not I have anxieties and insecurieties, that can be self medicated but its just not the same. I fuck random girls just to see if they like to have there hair pulled during sex, cum on my face, you little slut, not a problem.
where was I going with this...?
Oh yea I was gonna crack a beer and puff a pipe, good evening
as I tip my hat and my silouetted body walks into the big orange setting orb called the Sun.
