2/22/14

- chasing tiny squares with whiskey



i came to my senses when the drug kicked in
   an explosion
   each minute was a day in new sin

   & vomit is a
material decay -  old discard

   it's not often i do it
but when it happens... it's necessary

drugs make a heaven
of slow
hell
&
a hell
of
quick
heaven
.

(written sometime in the 90's... can't really remember)

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