A high speed random thought process
Pour more in, get less out. divisive brained architecture. stupid boy with stupid words. wood, plastic, hops, lead, and aluminum. Tar, nicotine, and paper. Cd's magic ink, personal stink, and there's no link.
It's come down to me needing someone to share my rotten brain with, or hunting myself. One quick shot or a gulp of sweet chem's. No different than a pig or cow shot down to make me live.
I can't hear music anymore. It behaves like a tourette ridden firecracker. it makes no sense to condition my goatee, and it makes no sense to keep looking for a partner in crime. It's a small gasp at future love, but without the future.
Or the love.
Talking about saddiction. I don't think i could be anymore pathetic.
We all want to be loved. But not all of us will be.
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