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Ode To Junk
Contributed by
MAYHEWDAVID
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Sunday, 3rd January 2010 @ 05:15:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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"Come to the shooting gallery Today poison is mellow. Get your stuff, get your stuff!" And she boots me till I glow Insatiable, I can't get enough
Like a vampire needing blood I then try some angel dust Receiving my orgasmic jolt and A slave to cosmic contraband In love with chemical lust
Speedballing fast and flying high Through the clouds to kiss the sky Thanks to the dealer in this grotshop On whom I so rely And I never miss a drop
Not much later I pop some acid Gliding away on a terrific trip Into space and out of sight Captain Cosmos and I'm only a kid But free-er than you at this height
And with my free-base extraction kit A neophyte inhaling snow Exploring virgin territory Rush, I sure am crying for it And my mind it sure does blow
And with pupils like pin-points I put away my clotted needle Yes I'm booted and bullet-proof Enjoying two juicy joints And floating slowly through the roof
And I'll cop again in three hours Hip hallucinations a hit away Living only for that score When I'll again receive party powers (But I'm needing more and more)
Meet my friend, a fixer chick As we hustle Johns on the side Because we're wanting the extra loot For enough to get the same kick When we score again and shoot
At one hundred and fifty bucks a gram We do Johns at Toilet Swallow It's a pity about my V.D. But for a fix I give a damn Especially now, I'm feeling so low
Sweating while coughing black phlegm and blood The withdrawal pangs of cold turkey And a slight case of jaundice In the mirror my alien face is crud But you get used to it with practice
One more John and I'll have the cash To score a little 'ice' cream And maybe a bit of hash Some ego food for this funky dude My desire so extremely lewd
Again I withdraw my rusted syringe A certifiable narcissist on heat Yes baby, this is a spacial binge As I receive that supercharged flash And loving my effigy, burning to ash
Smugglers, lookouts, baggers, and pushers Heroin, snow, crystal-meth and cappis Bongs, burners, needles and spoons Fixers, snorters, draggers and poppers And we all keep singing their tunes
They say it's so diabolic That I should be a coke-aholic But how the hell would they know About blowy-groovies so euphoric If they'll never have a go?
So it's a dirty and dangerous trade But the bribed cops wouldn't dare raid We coke-heads thrive on it Stuff you, it's a junkie's element So don't bug me you mothers - relent!
Losing my nasal membrane A hole in the septum of my nose As I visit the full-time snow-brokers For another relief from pain Yeah, I sure do need those jokers
Nearly there, thanks to quite a good day Doing Johns, must've turned twenty tricks And every one of them was condoned But heaps of death with which to pay For lots of 'H' to get me stoned
Aspirins and cola gives you quite a buzz Or so they used to say Went to the loo and peed And soon afterwards O.D.d Forgetting goodbyes: futile fatal seed.
DjMayhew
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MAYHEWDAVID
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2010-01-03 05:15:11] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Ode To Junk
(User Rating: 1 ) by Odessa19 on
Thursday, 7th January 2010 @ 10:51:27 PM AEST (User
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.wow.
this is so disgustingly vivid, excellent write.
I've known many who play, none who win, and have felt a needle plunged into my heart.
I've only participated on the sidelines, I wish you strength. |
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Re: Ode To Junk
(User Rating: 1 ) by Cheshire on
Wednesday, 3rd November 2010 @ 07:29:18 PM AEST (User
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This is absolutely ***** incredible.
Enough said. |
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