I guess im taking out the trash at the end of the universe.

3  months clean.

eboka  umm,  thats all.  i thought there were more words since my arms are floating about seemingly eager to type.  nope.  eboka.  freedom. 

Murray, Charlotte (charlie), and L.C. (little charlie) are all dead now.  L.C. died yesterday. these are the puppies i grew up with as a kid.  it makes me hurt and want to shoot up. 

Stranger: hi bb

You: what is this strange meaningless letter conbination you are assaulting me with?

You: qqqqq

You: how does it feel?

Stranger: it means baby

Stranger: now lets cyber

Stranger: im 57 year old man

Stranger: i like little boys

Stranger: ARE YOU A LITTLE BOY?

You: oh well mine means quantumqualityquantaniumquota

Stranger: good4u

You: i have a ( Read more... )

drink the ocean,

on my hands, in my cup.

fill smell and taste with you.
drink the ocean.

anyone have any idea where i belong right now?  give a sign and i'll be there.

and so, arms outstretched, they need not reach to be able to encompass you with my passions, and furthermore they, entwining themselves about your body and back into themselves stretch further, still with barely a need for will (as this interaction is written inside and outside of us on the deepest surface ((of the closest moon to eternally away)) ( Read more... )

shroom wiz  = dead
i = sorrow
i wants to  = in arms (either interpretation)
i (future tense) = in arms or going the fuck home.

facination occurs,  strange interactions follow,  the end..  ish.?

still clean.  date forgotten ( Read more... )

still clean.  over two months.   two cravings the entire time, only lasted a few minutes.  just lost all interest in it.  tired of course.  getting to the doctor is so hard these days, of course. having a wait on te hospital to get the iv setup right since it will likely take ultrasound to hit a vein big enough for the dye.  gotta drink that ( Read more... )