Slim Winston
His head on my chest as I laid down on the bed. My hand on his body feeling every rib under his skin. Still have the teeth marks on my soul and a ink drawing that is not yet permanent. Feeling the needle and the last breath as he looks towards me. At the wrong place in the world. A beer poured on the ground and arms to short to reach.
Once again not able to be there.
Saturday 6th January 2018 10:32 am
I pissed myself in a sea of champagne and no one seemed to notice.
Humanity just marched on one drunken step at a time.
Like ants on a piece of candy.
No matter how many you kill they just keep coming back.
Liquid Oblivion helps us forget the world around us.
Vicodin for reality. Zanex for salvation.
Opium fur folkes is not religion. It's much cheaper to give them prescriptions.
...Saturday 6th January 2018 10:18 am
Amber color fire
Another night with filter friends
Sitting in the dark
Howling at the moon
That silent
Heartbreaking scream that no one can hear.
Amber colored fire to keep my soul warm.
The check will come tomorrow.
The high price for living low.
Slow notes dancing
In ears and eyes
Blue smoke drawing
Out the tears that hearts can't spare.
Time slows down
Like a 45...
Saturday 6th January 2018 8:05 am
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