Methamphetamine
By Convolution
A tiny hole pricked in my soul,and through this hole there is laced a hook,suspended from which is the deepest bowl ever imagined,collecting the liquid of my soulwhich escapes from the holeand allows me, briefly, to break the mold of tales which cannot be told,and dissociation brings joy,and my friends surround me,and the bowl weighs ever more heavily upon my soul,that which remains of the original whole. Written October 6th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 02:40 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"A tiny hole pricked in my soul,and through this hole there is laced a hook,suspended from which is the deepest bowl ever imagined,collecting the liquid of my soulwhich escapes from the holeand allows me, briefly, to break the mold of tales which cannot be told,and dissociation brings joy,and my friends surround me,and the bowl weighs ever more heavily upon my soul,that which remains of the original whole...."