Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Warm stretch.

"The drugs are separating all the addicts. They're all coming back together though under different intents. He's now friends with him, and she's now friends with him. I remember them from way back when. Their child is in the living room while they're shooting heroin. Don't think I don't know what you've done. Closeted interests spoil half the fun. Chasing dreams gets a bit difficult when you can't run. You will freeze over, you are the stillness inside a needle. You are the calm before the pressure, and you subside like the feeling. What you are, what I'm not, greater than the experience. Above it all when you're laying on your back, underneath your old skin. You shed a wet blanket to catch a cold in. It's always cold, and you're always sick, now's your time to pretend to go home again."

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