About Me
As is...Other than that...I'm not so sure...
Lies! Nothings real, can't feel, You steal...my life, my family, my courage, my strength, my heart, my LUVer. Hate me, beat me, bruise me, trease me, kiLL me, Loose me? haha... NO more, got away, can't stay, one more day. Too sick. Can't move, just lose. get nothing, feel nothing, i am...Nothing! No pain, no sorrow, risk loosing tomorrow. Each prick, every poke, ain't no joke, don't take that first toke. Fuck you, Fucking ME, breaking me, making me make you make me...FAKE! Nothing matters, everything shatters, feelings inside splatter! Can't keep up...All this...and for what?
Jibber Jabber...
from a Kim...
what could be sader?
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"If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up the next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution-then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise."
ALDOUS HUXLEY
1894 - 1963
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