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Crank
Rush.
Come on only two more
No no one more.
Come on another.
Slip
Shit i need another
White lines run down my paper.
FUCK! the powder spilt into another line
One more okay just one more
No one is never enough.
Come on just one more
The powder makes a protective coating over my nose
the next line goes up easier
then easier after that.
okay im done
i sniff up the last contents.
twelve rows.
Damn
Come on only two more
No no one more.
Come on another.
Slip
Shit i need another
White lines run down my paper.
FUCK! the powder spilt into another line
One more okay just one more
No one is never enough.
Come on just one more
The powder makes a protective coating over my nose
the next line goes up easier
then easier after that.
okay im done
i sniff up the last contents.
twelve rows.
Damn
Published 1st Oct 2011
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3rd Oct 2011 3:45am
damn!
I love it how your writing seems to take the stance of a distant inner voice. summing up and observing the world with an almost amused detatchment. I know it well. just wish i could listen to it from time to time, heh.
I love it how your writing seems to take the stance of a distant inner voice. summing up and observing the world with an almost amused detatchment. I know it well. just wish i could listen to it from time to time, heh.
4th Oct 2011 00:52am
yeah i know it too well also. Everything i write about has something to do with something that has happened to me or a good friend. Too much to write about a not enough time. thank you for the comment, XD
5th Oct 2011 7:17pm
So...So true. You end up loosing track of how many lines you've already done. I like to make lighting bults.
5th Oct 2011 11:02pm
