Tag: drugs
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So many bricks it’s the pits
Plug I don’t know says he can get me four bricks Mulling it over, dental stick, he’ll even give me a lift Says he’s got a friend living short shrift from here House by the shore, he can sort us with good gear Fear a mind killer, I’ve got the mind of a holy one…
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Drug abusing poetic muse amuser
I am but a sound Handless foreknowledge thing yet formed Wheel of my wants by me neither turned nor designed Wheel of mind greased by green, smiling hearing grinders Grinding teeth never dreaming, foregoing life and self-esteem Forgetting deeds, good or bad Weeping for forgetting only; weed steals From me what is me, quintessence. Inventing…
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Light and hopelessness
Every breath wrestles phlegm before exiting Having sword not will therewith to swing Falling to lesser enemies, head full of magic beans Dreaming beanstalks and Jack-stalking giants Giants who smell Englishmen welcome in the IRA With mad dogs and Anglo-Saxons in the sun’s final hours Rays unafraid despite day’s shortening, brighter therefore in spite Pale…
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