Legal white powder dissolved
in water, leaving close to transparent residue of bliss at the bottom
of the bottle. I just gulp without thinking, refusing to deny myself the
simple pleasure of intaking a drug I’ve become addicted to. Why bother
about having to quit when there’s plenty at the moment? Tiny white
crumbs twirling around in the water, inviting me to, if not dance, then
at least take a little skip. Do a little jig. Rest my head. I’m not in
too deep.
On another note, I never liked Vince Neil. He’s fat, whiny and untalented. Though God damnit how I cried when I read about his daughter in Mötley Crüe: The Dirt. My huge, swollen, gold sparkling heart aches and bleeds even for the people I can hardly stand.
On another note, I never liked Vince Neil. He’s fat, whiny and untalented. Though God damnit how I cried when I read about his daughter in Mötley Crüe: The Dirt. My huge, swollen, gold sparkling heart aches and bleeds even for the people I can hardly stand.