Cig Logic #5 sub cat. Intoxicationed

flame in hand



walk






24 hours until this world

your dream
or mine




still definately my hell






...ends...







two cigarettes later still watching this little spider hold her eggs close and all i can think about is..


feed the spider
just fucking feed the spider!



the alcohol has soaked into my unshaven face




my god
i'm bleeding again

when and where the fuck did that happen?






how much have i had



*blink*





still watching Donnie Darko
...i think i spelled that right...




too many similarities only i don't think i'd be so lucky to get a warning

i woke up wearing an engagement ring that isn't mine on the finger of judgement




it leaves me wondering who is more intelliget




the buyer or the seller



for the buyer, more often than not it's the beginning of the end and where ins all the glorious fuck did a sandle maker come up with Flojos





dark places and placid faces
puzzle the demon, break peace inside and leave no trace of that crazy urge inside that rides you


it drives you

like a machine while you watch like a spectator while the referee(your lust) dictates your depreciation


self of course


noxious lands of denial and cravings while torment ignites you






i've convinced myself i'm striken with existentialism and loss is key to growth

but with all i've gained in the past month........


.....am i regressing?




fuck i can't think......




so steal my pride
shake me
take me
rape me
rape, consecrate, take, and forsake my drunk ass while i break under silent confusion that will never show unless it's in violence against an inanimate object




to be continued.....this is just too long for one sitting