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have you ever been an addict. and im not talking
about the hey-i-like-to-do-this-alot type of addict.
im talking about the
type of addict. im an addict. ive never blown anyone
to get it. i dont think i would. but i havent been
given the opportunity to either. the reason i say 'i
dont think i would' is because i like to pretend that
i still have something thats mine. dignity, pride,
standards. but i know i would easily toss those away
just to get it. i know because i have. so all i
really have is it. for one hour. for two hours. for
fifteen minutes or however long it last. however long
i can afford it to last. ill be high for fifteen
minutes if thats all i can get.
im an addict. i dont get high just to get high. i
get high just to get my mind off getting high for a
few hours. after a fix im good for eight hours.
maybe. then the last of my previous highs memory
cells dry up and i want. need. how ca
She beat me to it,
then beat me with it.
A pair of heavenly bodies,
Fighting the gravity of our collective density.
Shooting starlets is this galaxy choked night sky.
We broke up in the atmosphere.
with an asteroid massage.
Trip the lights horrific.
No one told me it was B.Y.O.Brimstone.
Prince Charming plastic face,
Could never afford the palace.
She blinked my haleys commet,
Greyscale aurora borealis.
Cynical whore with her lasso umbilical chord.
She called it off with a tear filled molotov.
And its over.
And its over and over and over.
will i ever get over?
will i ever
The Perfect Word
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