when I get low I
get high I’m not gambling for salvation indifference is my prize when the sun sets on the good and clean the geeks and freaks and junkies join the medicine show
our bankrupt ideals and crooked jungle rules weave loathsome pinprick tapestries that stain us to the soul and the wonders of the world dissolve on our dirty spoons to be regurgitated in an idiot geometry
it's catch as catch can where our spiralling flight is stunted by our leaden wings just another shabby paradise - not the splendor of the Taj Mahal with the lover of our dreams - but instead the squalid nightmare of endlessly repetitious junkydom and the promise of release in that fatal final dose
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