burnt out on the edge of the supernova...and other stories
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2 days before the halloween holiday i'm still patroling the black soul nebula.
the drinks here in the craft come easily and i worry if maybe i'm overdoing it. space tripping on the edge of destruction, i wait for a booty girl to smile and hand me my beer.
maybe the reaches of deep space are too cold for a warm blooded devil as myself.
miles davis live at the blackhawk soundtracks my day. sun peaks blow thru the gray clouds. i'm reminded of being forever grounded in earthly desires by this day.
halloween is in 2 days you know.
psychic waves batter this hunk of space junk. the nebula is a floating mess of sea green shit with swipe of yellow brains. floating in this quagmire of intergalatic hooby jooby is making me really miss the edge of sanity.
the bar is full today with old guys looking down into their beers. the smiles and twitches from the booty girls drive me to drink more. i can only hope something decent comes on the piped in muzak...or maybe they will show a skateboarding contest on ESPN 2.
you know the smell of stale cigarette smoke mixed with spacedust really blows my mind.
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LISTENING: miles davis.john coltrane.louis prima
WATCHING:the abominable dr phibes
DRINKING: sparkling fruit water.
READING: the best of john coltrane liner notes.
CRUSH: punk girl at atlanta bar
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2 days before the halloween holiday i'm still patroling the black soul nebula.
the drinks here in the craft come easily and i worry if maybe i'm overdoing it. space tripping on the edge of destruction, i wait for a booty girl to smile and hand me my beer.
maybe the reaches of deep space are too cold for a warm blooded devil as myself.
miles davis live at the blackhawk soundtracks my day. sun peaks blow thru the gray clouds. i'm reminded of being forever grounded in earthly desires by this day.
halloween is in 2 days you know.
psychic waves batter this hunk of space junk. the nebula is a floating mess of sea green shit with swipe of yellow brains. floating in this quagmire of intergalatic hooby jooby is making me really miss the edge of sanity.
the bar is full today with old guys looking down into their beers. the smiles and twitches from the booty girls drive me to drink more. i can only hope something decent comes on the piped in muzak...or maybe they will show a skateboarding contest on ESPN 2.
you know the smell of stale cigarette smoke mixed with spacedust really blows my mind.
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LISTENING: miles davis.john coltrane.louis prima
WATCHING:the abominable dr phibes
DRINKING: sparkling fruit water.
READING: the best of john coltrane liner notes.
CRUSH: punk girl at atlanta bar
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tattoosandwhores:
lizfitts:
I'm mourning the loss of my idealism. How you doing?