I'm alright.
I'm alright.
I'm alright.
How are you?
I'm alright.
I'm alright.
I'm alright.
Things are going well. Happiness fills the sky and rains into my open mouth. I drink fully this nectar of suffering. Rolling stones up hills forever more.
I moved into a cereal box.
Howling booze-hounds run my mind, keep you out. I like it that way best. The drugs get better and the moments deeper. Sleep is silly, an electric blanket weakness.
I've found a sight of possible inspiration, but now I don't need it. I run on vapor trails and snake oils. None the less I perceive great energy a-flowin'.
I wanna hold your hand.
I wanna hold your hand.
I wanna hold your hand.
Rolling eyes and supple lips. Hardened senses driven through snow covered walls. A peek here and a glance there.
I'm OK.
OK.









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"...so sick and tired of all these pictures of me
completely wrong, totally wrong" - E.S.
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on the count of three everybody overdose
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"Shhh.....listen.....do you smell that?"
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