the drugs were my friend.
the drugs were my lover.
the drugs were my end.
it was one or the other.
the air is my beginning.
and then the breeze it follows...
the water fills up the void,
that drugs dried out and hollowed.
About Me
- tattooed...screwed...& unglued
- MY WORDS CONTAIN MATURE SUBJECT MATTER/MATURE READERS ONLY. THANKS. queer punk/singer/writer/film maker/custom leather maker...tattoos, music...i think the words posted on here say enough about me...if you care to read... everything posted here is copywritten 2007/2008.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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