Tag: weed
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Woundtour
Show you a hole the size of a six month old baby’s fist Clean through like a train tunnel I can look through at you I can see it all coming Self-inflicted, this Flicked the safety offa my revolver Back then had a liquid wrist Was the badass ranger with the big ironed hip From…
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So many bongs it feels like someone is squeezing my shoulders, and I’m perpetually stuck with the feeling that someone’s about to arrive.
I kept saying to myself, by way of justification, As if to say, in the long view, as God sees it: This is a phase Period concludes it like dying when you’re 12 This’ll end naturally, like the Planet Surely dopesmoking, getting high’ll, get boring, I’ll find something else Nothing specific, nothing formally planned, but…
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Full of hyperskunk, driving around Wicklow
Your lipsmacking is so unthreatening to the gang We didn’t even fetch weapons You’re like that one who keeps trying to make fetch happen You kept coming back, mangy cur with manky fur a bit too fetch-happy Lucky you because I’m not shy giving nippy pips full cups of blunderbuss Tough love find you under…
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Balling
Stars falling, weather appalling Got slaughtered in Slattery’s Hot-footed it from the bedroom of a TD’s daughter Pulled down my slacks, lipsmacks as thanks for the relaxants I bought her Poleaxed off snow, max dose, no thanks from my nose High notes, high regard, but silence after the show, tiring of art Now I’m waiting…
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Ground Down and Rats Out
Last sailor riding this wave Blasting harpoons trying to impale my white whale White sales and green bales Protecting shop with a shotgun like a Korean in LA Kareem Abdul when I play, balling all year all day Killing so many dudes, I must be in your base Receiving so many nudes, I have to…
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