Heroin
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» greatjob replied on Mon Jun 12, 2006 @ 4:48am |
 Coolness: 282430 | Sucks. Taken so many people away from me. I miss them... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Morphine replied on Mon Jun 12, 2006 @ 11:51am |
 Coolness: 50945 | The Man in Black: Three. This is the number of your fate.
The Gunslinger: Three? The Man in Black: Yes, three is mystic. Three stands at the heart of the mantra. The Gunslinger: Which three? The Man in Black: The first is dark-haired. He stands on the brink of robbery and murder. A demon has infested him. The name of the demon is HEROIN. The Gunslinger: Which demon is that? I know it not, even from nursery stories. He tried to speak but his voice was gone, the voice of the oracle, Star-Slut, Whore of the Winds, both were gone; he saw a card fluttering down from nowhere to nowhere, turning and turning in the lazy dark. On it a baboon grinned from over the shoulder of a young man with dark hair; its disturbingly human fingers were buried so deeply in the young man's neck that their tips had disappeared in flesh. Looking more closely, the gunslinger saw the baboon held a whip in one of those clutching, strangling hands. The face of the ridden man seemed to writhe in wordless terror. The Prisoner, the man in black (who had once been a man the gunslinger trusted, a man named Walter) whispered chummily. A trifle upsetting, isn't he? A trifle upsetting ... a trifle upsetting ... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» moondancer replied on Mon Jun 12, 2006 @ 12:22pm |
 Coolness: 92240 | Take Me in Your Arms
(Miss Heroin) So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash, and someone, pretending to be a true friend, said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin." Well honey, before you start fooling with me, just let me inform you of how it will be. For I will seduce you and make you my slave, I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves. You think you could never become a disgrace, and end up addicted to Poppy seed waste. So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon, you'll take me into your arms very soon. And once I've entered deep down in your veins, The craving will nearly drive you insane. You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck. You'll turn into something vile and corrupt. You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm, and feel contentment when I'm in your arms. The day, when you realize the monster you've grown, you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone. If you think you've got that mystical knack, then sweetie, just try getting me off your back. The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots. The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot. The hot chills and cold sweats, withdrawal pains, can only be saved by my little white grains. There's no other way, and there's no need to look, for deep down inside you know you are hooked. You'll desperately run to the pushers and then, you'll welcome me back to your arms once again. And you will return just as I foretold! I know that you'll give me your body and soul. You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart. And you will be mine until, "Death Do Us Part" author anonymous |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Holly_Golightly replied on Tue Jun 13, 2006 @ 2:55am |
 Coolness: 158710 | I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me now, you guys And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off and dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town And all the politicians makin' busy sounds And everybody puttin' everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» FRANKB replied on Tue Jun 13, 2006 @ 5:05pm |
 Coolness: 103310 | wtf is up with everyone and poems.
I HATE POEMS. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MURDOCK_ROCK replied on Tue Jun 13, 2006 @ 5:32pm |
 Coolness: 83850 | yeah for real...
poems make me wanna shoot smack!!! i hope those are at least girls posting those poems? if not... thats pretty chi chi |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» FRANKB replied on Tue Jun 13, 2006 @ 5:34pm |
| Coolness: 103310 | yea it is. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack replied on Tue Jun 13, 2006 @ 8:36pm |
| Coolness: 71410 | everybody's a damned caricature in naked lunch |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Holly_Golightly replied on Tue Jun 13, 2006 @ 11:50pm |
| Coolness: 158710 | Originally posted by NEUROMYTH...
wtf is up with everyone and poems. I HATE POEMS. FUCKING IGNORANT ! IT'S NOT A POEM IT'S FUCKING VELVET UNDERGROUND !!! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» FRANKB replied on Wed Jun 14, 2006 @ 3:31am |
| Coolness: 103310 | undeground cloth ? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PitaGore replied on Wed Jun 14, 2006 @ 10:47am |
 Coolness: 471780 | remember Neil Young's -the needle and the damage done-
i saw some poor downtown junkie picking up dirty water on the street to get his fix done .....gross and way sad ! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Morphine replied on Wed Jun 14, 2006 @ 11:59am |
| Coolness: 50945 | one time i was going to work early in the morning, and i was taking the train at lucien l'allier, and i entered the station from the side entrance on crescent below dorchester, and right in the entrance was this guy, and he had a big pile of used syringes beside him and he was busy , with another syringe, sucking the remaining junk residue out of the used ones. it was pretty shocking to see. the next day he was gone but there was a white rag with some bloodspots on it so i guess he got his fix...
oh yeah mine wasnt a poem either, it was from stephen king's the gunslinger/ now i have a question for y'all: if poems are all chi-chi poo, then how does the following poem get classified , seeing as it deals with blasting high speed lead projectiles at jerrys: Ode to a Sten Gun By Gunner. S.N. Teed You wicked piece of vicious tin! Call you a gun? Don't make me grin. You're just a bloated piece of pipe. You couldn't hit a hunk of tripe. But when you're with me in the night, I'll tell you pal, you're just alright! Each day I wipe you free of dirt. Your dratted corners tear my shirt. I cuss at you and call you names, You're much more trouble than my dames. But boy, do I love to hear you yammer When you 're spitting lead in a business manner. You conceited pile of salvage junk. I think this prowess talk is bunk. Yet if I want a wall of lead Thrown at some Jerry's head It is to you I raise my hat; You're a damn good pal... You silly gat! -- is it still gay even though its about a submachine gun and the guy who loves it? its like that age-old question: if you raped jesus in the ass , would that be brutal, or just gay? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Holly_Golightly replied on Wed Jun 14, 2006 @ 3:11pm |
| Coolness: 158710 | i like your shit that you posted...
i would say that it's gay because jesus was cute and cool . but if it was heron maybe it's would be brutal... heu...it's depend the context...heu...it's probably like a song... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MURDOCK_ROCK replied on Thu Jun 15, 2006 @ 10:22am |
| Coolness: 83850 | rape is alway brutal...
belive me... i know... i get raped all the time ;oP |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PitaGore replied on Thu Jun 15, 2006 @ 12:19pm |
| Coolness: 471780 | raped in the a to the s to the s
by breakers and ravers poor murdock ! :lol |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» nothingnopenope replied on Thu Jun 15, 2006 @ 5:13pm |
 Coolness: 201200 | Heroin sucks, and it is always the good people who die from it.
Don't risk your life with a "white wedding". |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PitaGore replied on Fri Jun 16, 2006 @ 10:43am |
| Coolness: 471780 | listen! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MURDOCK_ROCK replied on Fri Jun 16, 2006 @ 4:01pm |
| Coolness: 83850 | i don't think ppl realise is that coke is just as bad as heroin...
i lost a few years ago... he was recovering heroin addict and but died doing coke. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» greatjob replied on Tue Jun 20, 2006 @ 4:00am |
| Coolness: 282430 | Originally posted by MURDOCK ROCK...
i don't think ppl realise is that coke is just as bad as heroin... i lost a few years ago... he was recovering heroin addict and but died doing coke. oh for sure, coke is just a slower killer... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» FRANKB replied on Tue Jun 20, 2006 @ 4:31am |
| Coolness: 103310 | why do drugs when u can get head ? |
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