MagickalChicken

Drop the name of the latest fashion it's a pill. You're sharing with the group 'cause you got a good break inside connections with a local dealer and may be a few favours. You're part of the floor pressed full length blank and still staring at the the the ceiling fan going 'round. You're not going to remember his weight on you just that ceiling fan going 'round. You're trapped, stifled fighting material with his scent over you in the corner staring at the burning orange smoke, thick, warm, riffs chording up inside your meat-flesh, hum rising toward that ceiling fan going 'round.

There's a blue flower hidden in the grass Grass in even rows, grain I've been too tired to notice strawberry fields working my arms the natural remedy causing the most damage light with a pinprick and it enters or inhale breath deep [suck hard. good girl] Don't be a little girl, dude Man. But the flower is gone I can't see it Someone's tucked me into bed And the light's coming in under my door Yellow. Pale. And the blue flower is tucked behind my ear A present for later.

 I do believe I've fallen in love (just a little though) it was because he would not let me Stop myself. (again) Each time I've tried he's been in the way And it's him holding my hand, freezing palms together as the eternity passes with each step, the planks over my fear only spaced by a heartbeat yet when I'm panicked and halt he'll guide. And it's him baiting me with my resolutions, trying for my collapse into the inevitable flow yet when I'm strung out and past caring he'll comfort. And it's him pushing me away, choosing sleep over listening to my sob yet when I'm removed he'll talk. And it's him feeding me substa

She'll get a quick phone call buzzing phone between her thighs as her knees guide the wheel answer it one hand arrange loose plans that will fall together [it's the pattern, it's the pattern in motion] Picks an acquaintance up, the one with the money calls and stakes out a claim, she's got her first paycheck blowing it but on hedonism taking suggestions, taking hits Walks into a house of a friend he's gone but he won't mind three incense is too much worrying over details lights flash over the road, taillights in front no one really has a plan but we show up anyway greeted  at the door like old family friends and welcome

This house is full of junk.           Boxes here and there.               Stains on the             the walls.                                   floors, It needs cleaned. You should leave                         (the house). I'll invite you back in as soon as it's tidy well swept and shining.                                I might get movers                                while you're gone                                but I'm scared they'd trash                                                                       (the house). I know you'd help, but what about your house?                                  It will

O lang, lang may the ladies stand My focus hazes                       feeling gravity                                  suck                                  me                                  down                      crookedly opened lids keeping the facade                      at least, semi-believable... Wi their gold kems in their hair Moving between                                 the                 training               devices                 I mean. Bells.                 pulse matching in footstep and throat                 keeping the flow e v e n . . . Waiting for their ain deir lords Perhaps I shou