My brain stands the risk in this track and field event.. A spear about 2.5 m in length is thrown inside my neurons.. Do you know the Olympics? How they throw javelin? Pregabalin's like the javelin throw.. Post Gabalin I called it.. Inside my head..
My mind itself in this combined event of decathlon and heptathlon.. My soul's constantly praying to escape and rest free, at least even in Babylon..
Dead is such a thrill.. Don't you want to try? /. Say your last...
The pain of the joy drugs sure ain't no normal thing the joy drug pain will take anyone far and beyond their aches and pains even feeling sad and blue the pain that will be coming will bring everything but joy upon you when joy time is over when its time for the pain you will find out then how well you like it...you might Love it
Don't let food companies screw you anyway they want too this is what they are doing to you with their GMO foods GMO food is not for your body or you your system cannot digest GMO foods you are a human being...a good one you are supposed to eat for from your world you live in now not food that has been invented in a labrratory for you do you think you are Monsanto's monkey you will be when you eat GMO food GMO food is not for you or monkey's
The doctor says how are you feeling today you look so bad you say to the doctor I'm feeling let down doc my back hurts all the time sometimes I get very nervous and I feel like I am going to panic that's about all doc the doctor says oh you poor fellow I will make you get better
His name was John and he died two years ago today. After doing drugs for many years, he finally had to pay. He would be fifty years old if he had survived. If he had said no to drugs, he'd still be alive. It's sad to know that he loved to get high. He did drugs, sadly, he was destined to die. Some people disliked him because of his long hair. When people pass away too young, it's never fair. He died at the age of forty-eight and that was too young to go. When it came to doing drugs, he'd still be alive if he had said No.
Waking slowly. I feel your breath upon my neck. So rancid. I want to vomit. Last night fades as morning light hurts. My eyes feel raw. Make up sticks . Every line shows my habits. You look fucked. Useless and ugly. Why we do this, I will never know. Its just the high right ? The sex is forgettable. Awful in fact. I dont even want to get wet with you again. Its just the high right?
And now dirty sheets cling. My body shivers as you pour sweat. How I hate stale semen. Fucking...
It must hurt. No! It must ache. Does it? You can tell me mom, you can tell me how it feels.
How does it feel mom, to have raised a child so susceptible to the world? How does it feel mom, to have the warmth of my spit slipping down your cheek? How does it feel mom, when I ash my cigarettes on your soft skin? When I inhale this cigarette does your throat burn too? When the tobacco sits on my tongue, do you taste it too? How does it feel mom, to have heard my hymen tear too early? How does it feel...