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in sphere for real
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epics walking around in circles
and getting nothing done
just spinning your wheels
that's why they call it spun
glass dick suckin or something
rollin and blowlin in sphere
ahh, your round little promise
thoughts clouded. mind's clear.
dot chasing get waster
it's stem cell research
prove it's true that shadows move
quick, click, long hissing torch
butane or main vein
nasty needle tweeker
i'll roll you like a bowl
you shard-tarded geeker
teeth grinding reminds me
always chomping gum
three days and eight nights in
just now starting to get fun
eatin and sleepin forgotten
hell. they're not even missed
happily living wide-eyed
let's get some more of this
day nine and feelin fine
tired and wired maintaining
cash flows out the windows
re-up, sped-up and sustaining
don't know if it's day or night
every lighter is blazing
flick, spark, fire and twist
damn this shit's amazing
dragon-ball smoke flowing
hey! don't blacken that bowl
fucking amatuer tokers
time to learn how to roll
plenty porno and limp pud pullin
all electronics are in shambles
these sweaty temporary friends
some silent. some ramble.
hey don't get me started
we'll be stuck here for hours
foolishly focused regardless
that last hit had power
don't presume new friends
cuz one day you found connection
crank cranky and meth monsters
deliver next day corrections
dehydrated sweet-sickening stink
masterbated. twitter-pated. obliterated.
too distracted to take a drink
rust ornage once daily urinated
tummy growls. chewing your face.
burning, blurry, blood-shot eyes
dried out. drawn up. and scrawny.
reflection ressurecting you're fried
past time to crash out and pass out
false fear too real to hallucinate
the quest for rest tests the restless
dope so great. it's the come down you hate.
resolve this problem conflicted
ill-fated feel faded awake
strung-out, wrung-out crazy
run-down, rewound and fake
insist resistance you're resented
as people you love drop like flies
your superman turned kryptonite
the store is closed when the BIC dies
flameless. you're blameless. so break this!
pyrex hurled against the wall
fucked cuz last thirty cents was loaded
three hours wait for a dealer to call
there, annoyed, paranoid chicken head pacing
peeking around curtains. poking through blinds.
think you thought you saw something
obliviously aware of your lost mind
carpet surfing with intent and purpose
skin picked and tweezed like hell
desparetly begging and pathetic
cost honor and respect for yourself
praying while scraping the baggies saved
tedious effort for just a taste
mention and intention of intervention or detention
you're a waste taking up space
got hooked when hooked up for hookin
can't quit. won't stop. you refuse.
possessions, family, dignity and looks.
lost it all yet you still lose.
haggard and rag-ged with shard-tattered lungs
gacked-out and cracking up from ice skating
barely living to welcome death
every bit of it done cuz you're self-hating.
there's no hope in the rope
so you cope with the dope.
