In dreams you taste the cocaine rain, and frolick through opium fields. If you look up high into the light heroin sky, it all seems endless, so real. Eat the precious marijuana fruit, ripe and sweet like always. Let it sink it, take it all in. In dreams be happy and carefree. Skip these meth… Continue reading In Dreams (poetic)
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Tired of the BS
I suppose it’s my blinding idealism that causes me so many problems, because an unsettlingly large part of me has no understanding whatsoever of why I’m denied the very things that make me feel alive. Happiness hasn’t been an option for me lately, so I turn to other emotions to sustanence and fullfillment. Lust, pain,… Continue reading Tired of the BS