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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
A pill for you or two Or any number you May care to name. Perhaps there still remains Veracity in vicodin and valium. But then you say that I cannot know or even guess The lure of deadened emptiness. So decide to rot and to let things go An easy choice and made alone Yet harder on its path Than you would ever care to know. To use old dice to drink yourself Into a cynic state and early grave. It leaves me laughing wistfully Old friends make new history And looking on is hard to take Even if your bourbon's bitter laced So find another living road to walk You'll quickly find that mine is paved with hurt. Hangovers are nature's way of preparing us for liver failure. |
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Moonkist Member
since 2006-09-29
Posts 197Pennsylvania |
Infants with drugs Pacified by slugs Inserted far into ears Cried normal fears. Freedom Now |
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