My head knows its body better than my mind knows its soul

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Spaced out monkey on a road trip to the psychiatrist told me to collect my thoughts, I decided to inject heroin instead. This post is just a random organization program I call 'Fuck you up the ass', it has everything to do with me and nothing to do with you unless you like to read...

On the edge of a lonely dark cornfield, you can see the fear on Jimmys face as he is darting his vision back and forth debating on which way to run. The heavy winds whip the tree branches in a evil heavy swirl, the wind whispers by jimmys ear leaving a strange alien mushroom language cartwheeling through his brain. He understands the gibberish and makes off like a bolt of lightning to the grove of Popular trees...

Goldpainted finger nails, glittered next to the pile of Seconals resting on the desk of Mr. Evan B. Imaginary. He is bitching and yelling at the fingernail girl, 'Not that vein, stupid, fucking A' ugh. He grabs the needle and walks over to his vanity mirror and jabs the needle in one full swoop into his neck vein. clickity clack of finger nails. The golden girl wants to get off to but is held back in some alpha male twist of fate of controlling the drugs. Control there minds. Get whispered to me as I was wisked into the woods with an ex-g/f do participate in some strange wiccan ritual I had no bizness dealing with, I prefer to deal in powders, the psychoactive kinda.

I called pretty Peggy the other day I had no choice in my sanity was in dire straights, She was sitting in her bare penthouse, in the middle of the grand room. The walls were decorated with the contents of washed out needle barrels. She was engrossed in tearing out letters from magazines and compiling some lunatical dialect in a scary sense, it was over my head. In her inner-circle I spy a bent spoon and a couple pharmacutical bottles. She doesnt even look up, as she ask what do I want. I want what you have, but to have what I need. Peggy is a story onto herself blessed into the cursed earth with a bankroll that would rival the highest mountain peak in the east, she sleeps on one of those old nylon sleeping bags in a faded green color. Personally I think she is a skitzo and most likely is as she jumps from rehabs to ghetto to doorman guarded highrises as quick as you can shuffle a deck of cards.

Peggy is a year or 2 younger than me, your typical Vassar college drop-out, from there migrated to various Art schools, graduating with some worthless piece of paper, mainly to keep her parent(s) of her back, I met her long ago as her brother was a friend and partner in the dope game. When we would throw huge house parties at one of there deserted houses she would always try to get me to fuck her in some dark room, and many times I did I railed the hell out of her, but its was just that sex nothing else, I had to remain strong and not let feeling get involved as seeing my best friends was her older brother. We would often rent out sleazy hotel rooms in what ever city we were in only to go on unearthly binges of crack and heroin injectable nightmares which would last for weeks upon weeks. Other times we would stay at the Drake Hotel down on Walton place, our empty shells of our bodies, disheveled hair, pale complications and, sunglasses at all hours would garner looks of disgust from other patrons of the hotel and it was always a joy to have the clerk instantly say they have no available rooms, Just type in my frikkin name into your computer as she slaps her Platinum card down, granules of heroin or a handful of other substances still sticking to the edges. The response was a given 'Oh I am so sorry Miss Pretty Peggy, I was mistaken we to have a few suites available, I trust you want lake view. Our luggage was garbage bags stuffed with clothing and a medicine hard-case luggage bag for all of our drug needs. We would sleep all day, score enough heroin to kill an elephant in the evening and nod off all night, constantly bitching about the quality, quanity, or just bitching in general.

Ok back to apartment, What do you think I want Peggy I want to get high, NOW, I am in the grips of a serious w/d and need a fix now I am to sick to cop on the streets so I took a cab here. She tosses me a fresh needle and a golfball size tied-off baggie of fluffy white heroin, I load up and register. Orgasmic relief as I ponder the blood splatters on her ceiling.

Lets do something today, I say I dont feel like being a recluse this evening, What do you want to do? Go sit at some fucking bar so I can watch you eye young girls? Uh I was kinda thinking about that but actually I would prefer a nice walk down Michigan Ave. as it has been years since I looked at the Christmas window displays, I need a new hat anyways whatta say, I'll even get you a burger at Rocket 69's. She glares back at me with a stare that I dont know what to do with, her cigarette ash hangs long.

We pop some pharmy speed to get out opiated half dead bodies into gear, she wants to score coke (go figure) I dont. We have an argument about how I dont feel like doing coke, which will turn into injecting it into smoking it into a 3 day binge into 1000's of dollars inhaled. I lean against the wall and slowly slide down the wall. Ok, Ok, you go score your coke and meet me at Flannery's I am going to go have a drink. Oh so you just want my drugs and than leave, fuck man. Fuck joo, I can get my own drugs I wanted to have a nostalgic late afternoon stroll with the hopes of a slight snow flurries. I want to watch those intriguing snowflakes land on your innocent face, and watch them melt into your skin, I dont want to get geeked on coke, the speed will hold me fine, besides if you have any thoughts about me fucking you I am telling you now my dick wont cooperate, heroin and mild uppers yea. So it boils down to, do you want the dick?

What kinda question is that silly goose as she starts to crawl toward me on all fours, I get up and pour a vodka on the rocks and unzip my pants and let her get off on her oral fix, licking the tip on my cock and staring up at me with her large eyes she tells me she wants to me to cum all over her face. I oblige willingly. I ask if she wants me to get her off and she says I just did. I load up another shot of heroin and walk to the floor to ceiling windows and stare of into the city. Imagining what other are doing on this fair afternoon. I inject and pass out for an hour or so.

I know that some of you dont understand or comprehend the damage of the needle the way it rapes your free-will and ties you up into akward positions. Which brings me to the point of getting bored of typing

over and out...

used to be a space wrangler in the days of lysergica.

YES!! Thank you!!! I love you! I dont have time to read right now but I have the whole day off tomorrow and now I have something to do! :-)

:-) :-) :-)

I had a wonderful evening getting lost in your stories. I don't even think I got half way through the damn thing, but I'm glad this is here. :-)

I cant believe I'm the only one thats replied to this thread, but I thought you should know that I cried a little tonight and missed you very much :-)

hrmmp... I miss myself often to, I seem to function like a robot with no program...

Awww, wipe your tears away and smile, that actually picked me up as this morning as I am feeling gloomy so thanks. Sometime we should try and do something considering your what an hour away?

Glad you liked some of my stuff :-)