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King Ra.
04-03-2013, 11:38 PM
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TOPIC: "Choose life...But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?" Trainspotting, 1996.


Good luck to both participants. Innovator Mac

Inno
04-04-2013, 12:00 AM
sup mac, you ever eat a girl out and she queefs?

Atheist
04-06-2013, 03:58 AM
EXT please squire?

Inno
04-06-2013, 09:39 AM
yep

Inno
04-07-2013, 11:59 PM
The last train home


so I walk step less…
the fall up and down,
no walls with an impatience
that seeps deep into the tension
I can’t take it I’m anxious
waiting on a hit to induce life
full with envy to finally end this
the dose is pure dope
flowing the worse kind of wretched course blood,
thickening… the stench is almost pulp.
these thoughts speed my pace im indeed
seeking to be freed from it..
Honest I wish hadn’t taken on this
Journey but I’m here now worthy of critics,
no doubt... Time to stand out bathed in bliss.


I suppose

I deserve the pose that reserves me at this moment
…I loathe reverse, its back when I owned it.
when life was mine but I choked it provoked it
and broke each breath that left me stoic..
but I did this, I know it.
I leaped over to seek nothing sober
…im over the limit and the wagon along with me has gone over
with no razor I cut my cords from endeavors…
a calm hymn so grim my song borders
close to the end..
I feel faint falling deeper in the descent
the highest I have ever been
…to late to repent now as I cut myself again…
I remember to grab the pen


As i spin...

"dear sins you kept me company until my end,
and now i cant defend the blood against the dim..
its a grim culmination of upside down grins..
and now im left dangling in the wind fighting deaths whim"

My Mother Walks in..

"What have you done my son
your blood runs...
the cracks of the floor fast like a bullet from a gun...
Im stunned you have come to this slum
position you could not overcome"

"Listen..

I’m done the blood glistens
I’m sorry for the incisions
I’ve made to my body but i was in prison...
With addiction i was smitten
rigor mortis bitten
so I chased the needle
till my plight was written in pigment”