my grain

woke up suddenly
with a splitting headache
what did i do
what mistake did i make?

no matter now
the pain is too strong
i can't even think
find relief in my bong

chasing the carrot
dodging the stick
back in the rat race
and it's making me sick

randoom

Repeat after me,
I am not God,
God is me,
I am a part of God,
I am apart from God,
I killed God,
God killed me.

Where do you turn when reality melts before you like a forgotten candle?
Sleep if you can, insanity if you can't.

Stage 1 - Excess
Stage 2 - Success
Stage 3 - Motivation
Stage 4 - Distraction
Stage 5 - Doubt
Stage 6 - Regression
Stage 7 -

How do I beat doubt?
I'm tired of always ending at the beginning.
I've got to get out of this vicious cycle before it's too.....
My toke?
Gotta go!

lol

I'm thirsty for blood,
your blood,
so i can drink it to get stronger,
cuz that's what I do

my fear and doubt become me.
they fill up my actions.
or lack thereof,

i drift along,
humming the tune,
to a strange song.

I drift alone,
less holdin' me down,
less holdin' me up.

I'm not getting,
anywhere,
and it seems like i don't
even care
so numb it hurts.
but it could still be worse...

Join the club! Tug and Rub!
We've already won, put down that gun.
Make 'em laugh, don't make 'em think,
I know it's hard, that's why we drink!

Flooded with the words of a thousand fucking losers.
Look at me, aren't I cool?
Ya shoulda learned to READ in school!
I know, you know, we know, let's go.
Your using and abusing, and you find it all amusing.
Well it's no fucking joke, and I dearly hope YOU choke,
when nobody can breathe but we're too afraid to leave.

The thinning of the heard, I know it sounds absurd,
but the earth is being raped, it's trying to escape.
If we don't change our tune, we'll see it all too soon,
the ending of our race, for all time and from space.

stream of thought

I sit content, no need to vent.
Think of dirty rhymes, and the schemes they ride,
looking deep inside, i'm empty i find.

i fill with despair, but i don't really care,
i don't pull out my hair, i've already been there.
In time i will find, where i left my mind,
somewhere behind, so i could unwind.
this bliss makes me piss,
and everything miss,
and everything miss,
and everything miss.

Hayden wrote a song,
I like to sing along,
'bout the movie buscemi made,
'bout the mind games that we play,
with ourselves...

i need to forget...

need somethin' to forget...

need somethin'...

What the hell happened? Am i that drunk.
Man, I need to lighten up or something.

How many times have i died?

Have I done anything remarkable with drugs in my blackouts.
Wishful thinking, but super-human?
I felt like i ran fast once with some psychedelics.
some day I'll try some cool experiments,
controlled environments.
quality drugs.
I don't really know what i hope to accomplish.
I feel like someone in the matrix, that doesn't know.
almost. Like I'm missing something, something is just like,
out of sight? out of mind? out of reach? maybe not...
I must explore.
I cannot explain it.
I must sleep, the amitrip's are kickin' in.
K O R I T F W
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