Morphine Trips Into The AfterLife:
My life as it had been so far
was completely by nature a random occurrence. Like a sleeper wave
that accidentally catches you from behind during a walk on the beach.
Mistakingly taking a life not intentionally but with great sorrow.
One was lost swept away by the random nature of my very being and
unusual current. Refraction a small light from amongst the grains
of sand. A small piece of glass had captured the eye. And it was
the significance of my being
The reason. Fuck put a little
time between any reason and you'll be in the wrong. It is true.
It always seems so good at the time. But it will always break down
with time. I've ridden the NY subway into the center of the Earth.
There were Chinamen down there working. When I came back and told
people the police immediately arrested me. They shot me up with
drug
s
and handcuffed me to a bench at a drug rehab. They restrained
me there with arm restraints. And they left me in a room for dead.
This was my experience with the torture of solitude. The torture
of spiritual exile. The torture of physical mutilation. The torture
of mental punishment. Cowboy Dan Three on three Indian games basketball all these celebrities where there. muskie fishing, hockey, and drinking
LaBlatts/ Hamms on the RES. Came up on the short end of a fist full
of squaw pussy.(shoot up again?) |
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