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I do drugs........................................................................................................................................................

No really, I do drugs.......................................................................................................................................................

Clap quietly so those in the back can hear me, the acoustics on the wire are bad.
I spit vinyl records into the melting pot baby...
Soup's on.

I like Prozac and getting angry.
I do lines of Benny and it costs me half the time.
I drink shots of vodka with a twist of cherry lime.

I do drugs.........................................................................................

I like mind-numbing pain and shit-poisoned rain,
I like yellow-coated barbells jutting out young people's noses,
Growing stupid garden hoses pardon Moses for his neurosis he didn't mean to shoot a gun
He didn't mean to scream and shout, he punched Micahel Jackson out.
WHOOOOAAAAAHHHH!


"You want pills, grass" I'll trade you for a Mexican fuck and a serenade from the balcony upstairs, they re smoking in the chairs.

I see purple majesty in the midst of a dark haze "best album since 'Days' man, let's hear that electric guitar
You are
intoxicated by the fumes of my pantelooms bewitched by girls on brooms who shriek madness in your rooms.

*sigh*



I do not do drugs, maaannn!




But I want to.

Right here we got the tease and drop-kick style.
She flaunts her cultural world at us. Why not?
It could be Air Force socials at the schools of public health,
or it could be urban ministries saving souls for the hereafter,
or it could be conformist marketing modelling framing normal assimilation into social acceptance, but not those attitudes, no,
she grew into a waking up frenzy, aware of her lack of aptitude for those ways,
she broke free and pays for it every day,
a life of penitence.

Why she writes down her charms for her fairy friends,
yes we are the fairies and we are the stardust.
A moment of grace and the blues will be sung away, but she won't stop there. To really hit bottom, the deep ravine, down from despair, and breathe trough it all, sometimes furtive breaths, sometimes gasping, waiting for the unfolding, the lifting, when something or someone knocks her up with pregnant joy.
Til then, sweet dreaming, I am dreaming of her in a meadow and we roll in the grasses and embrace, looking up at sky and sun and daisies, oh the beautiful desolation of the moment.

Then we get clean once more, and make the scene, sweetly sobered and straight, enjoying the slow burn of the natural high.

I have guilty feelings
don't do acid

don't open the doors
don't wash the window pains

a naked feeling for a naked ape

or if you do
don't do it while
reading Nietzsche

I wish you would stop writing this shit
I can't leave it alone

you don't need acid, tex, you trippy already.

It has been twenty five years. I wouldn't touch it at my age.

Was it a blessing or a curse? From the Christian point of view yes. Ya know I think Bushie is giving jc a bad name. I don't mind hell, probably run into woodrow wilson there, and we can look forward to w coming down too. I am sitting here eating salad with a spoon so I doubt if anything I just wrote makes sense.

Here I am. I don't know. It still beats me.

Ducking work. You call the picture a nightmare once. I didn't see it that way. Every night I spent going thru New Mexico was as good as it got for me. I thought it was I even printed it out.

where the hell is my god dam fork

a hit a benny is a trip

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
You can't let go and you can't hold on,
You can't go back and you can't stand still

happy landings

Hiya,

Can't say I'm a huge fan of beat poetry or stream of conscious stuff or whatever this genre would, could or shouldn't be classified as, but I keep peeking at your posted work because I can't deny that there are usually a few really good lines and thoughts, not to mention your themes are usually interesting...

"I like Prozac and getting angry.
I do lines of Benny and it costs me half the time."

Great lines. Thanks for sharing it.

I don't think I'm a "beat" writer, but thanks for the comparison. In spite of the fact that you're not into that, I love it, and take it as a HUGE complimented to be mentioned within that area. At any rate, I'm glad you've been enjoying the work. Comment more often!! Thanks for all the rest of my usual posters for showing that I haven't bored you yet.

--k

well you can see i got some good from it, izzy k.
and it was posted when i was down, a real demise of energies,
and it was good as it kekpt the flame burning

glad to have uplifted you my friend. We must share a bowl of milk together in 200 years on the doorstep of some Burroughsian poet.

--k