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Its the same old static & flaccid striptease. (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

Displaced, devoid of desire I take in morning, reminded of whores who tease by lifting their skirts. An urge to write is followed with the urge to avoid writing utensils, the front door, and opening my encrusted eye lids. Aside from things mundane, thirst and nicotine cravings motivate me if only for a short while... I've resigned myself to observing things, absolutely stupid things really. Human activity apparently happens to be 80% spastic idiocy; the remaining 20% of activity includes eating, pissing, shitting and attempting to fuck anything with a camels toe. Reefer offers me the ability not to notice, since the pointless urge to reveal to others their retardation is best left alone; most get defensive anyway, or offended which leaves me wanting to smash their faces into a work of gothic obsession. Switched into neutral, I let the night creep and eventually engulf everything; a bored slut slowly letting her skirt float back down. Life to me is a perpetual striptease- the excitement long dead, flesh and beauty faded into subtlety.

Shuushin 28-Apr-04/6:57 AM
One time - oh man, this is so cool - on time, I found a syringe and I like ground it up, you know man, like melted the melty parts and like cut up the metal parts really really really small and i put it in a spoon and then like poured it out of the spoon cuz I really didn't know what to do with it once it was in the spoon, so anyway I had this black and shiney mix of the remains of this syringe I found and I was going to like, snort it but it seemed to shiney to do that so I though maybe, like - "hey, rub it on your gums, man" so I started doing that - but if wicked fucking started hurting alot so I stopped, and well I put the rest in a zip-lock baggie (yellow and blue make green) and now I keep the baggie in my locker except when I show it to my friends and tell them about the time I found a syringe.




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