I usually do not make them, but this year I thought these were appropriate and attainable.
-Take better care of my fingernails
-Join a gun club
-New Fitness Goal (Physically train to go to space)
-Do not use “YOU” in my writing
-Record More Music
-Devote more time to language
“She will see another me. When I’m through it numbs me. Guess I’ll know I’ll medicate. Guess I’ll fall and medicate. It’s another opiate. But to me it’s everything”-K. Cobain
People die doing drugs and people don’t stop doing drugs. Sometime to numb the pain of someone’s death people medicate. They curse their friend’s [...]
“Now I’ve got the needle and I can shake but I can’t breathe. I’d take it away, but I want more and more. One day I’m gonna lose the war.”-B. Nowell
Heroin is romantic in a way. The intimacy of breaking skin and going right into the bloodstream is insurmountable. A needle is also a phallic [...]
My friend owns thevelvetunderground.com and no one has inquired about buying it. He always found that strange.
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“I know my place. Hate my face. I know how I begin and how I’ll end. Strung out again”-E. Smith
Addiction is a constant struggle and many addicts feel like they’ll end up where they began, “strung out again.” This doesn’t always have to be the case, but the love affair of the needle is strong. [...]
“I’ve been wondering how arrogant it is for me to keep doing the things that killed so many that we know. (Know know know) I’ve been noticing how quickly motherfuckers have the answers to existence just as soon as someone goes. (Go go go)”-J. Meline
When someone dies doing something reckless, why the fuck would you [...]
“…Mommy’s not around. She used to love her heroin, but now she’s underground.”-W. Bruce Rose
In 1987 or 1988 I thought the “heroin” was a heroine. I thought maybe this Mother, before passing away, loved her heroine so much that maybe she died for her. Maybe she sacrificed her own life for her heroine. I thought [...]
Well this is “Smack Week.”
Much like America, you can love it or leave it. I feel like I need to address addiction, selfishness, hopelessness, and weakness. Specifically, smack, junk, brother, chick, Judas, shit, Charley, or the White Lady. Two ODs (resulting in death) in the last month keep it fresh in my [...]
Meet Constantina. We were breaking beer bottles against a brick wall in Mississippi and she faltered on her second throw.
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I miss her, even though she is maybe my weakest friend.