twice in every day I schedule my medication I don’t get the good stuff they save that for terminal cases but I die a little every day that shit’s for pain so why not give it to people in pain? they say it’s all mental that my kind of pain don’t qualify wrong address again best test my reflexes if I have any left I function out of habit but I can hardly roll a joint
perhaps it
is all in my head from an injury
long ago somebody damaged my
psyche and it never knitted
together I could fill the holes with the help of god’s own medicine the universal panacea if they gave a prescription of the proper medication I could harvest pearls from the bottom of the ocean or scud across its surface like a lonely albatross
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