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different up here

Posted in drugs, journal, writing with tags , , on March 27, 2008 by bex0r

I once dropped acid on a high rise scaffold traversing the currents 33 floors above your indifferent stare the air is different up here it’s cold. I spy far on dark city streets below off in the distance a spasm of blue light flashes once, twice inciting brain violence poison a predictable string of chemical reactions firing neurotransmitters like a sputtering fuse. can words bring salvation? an electrode to the skin short-circuiting my thoughts pulling the plug on reality  and the countless words for sin reverberate off the concrete curbs and refuse bins my veins are a highway mimicking a tv show a re-run with the color off and the sound low