shinyeyes
Morphine and chocolate seems to be my diet lately..Substitute my gloom for happiness, sickness for health enemies for real good friends...bla bla bla as linda perry said morphine and chocolate are my substitutes but they can never substitute my art and thats real love baby Im just wondering what it cant replace for me...whats my real love...I fear for my soul
The air smelled sweet, nothing like the experience, He screamed at me like a possessed but weak old man, I wanted to run, I felt my feet pushing down into the grass but it was like the grass had tied my feet together paralyzed, he put his head down and charged at me as if he was a bull and i was his swaying red flag
Seems inevitable somehow..Something thats just bound to happen. The mystery draws me in...Almost every thing else is said and done but ive never felt the bittersweet nauseating utopian feeling of the needle...I dont want it..But it seems inevitable and that makes me so sad
Pupils dilate Breath shallow heart pounds rocking back and forth in a restless rythym spinning dizzy confusion let me run to the road let me breathe the air let me see again hush hush hush softer softest calm please