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One Daze |
Shaving, peeling the skin of the block, the yellow-
brown-green block that brings neutral stability to my
sit-at-home, lie-on-couch remarkable
responsibility. The peeling is measured exact to the
tears in my eyes, flowing down my soft cheeks to give
taste of salt to my upturned, lower quivering lip.
Exposed to the centre right of
adjustment, Andrea, formerly known as Amanda, wanders in
and gives me a slow blowjob. She's in-between coke and
hash, just coming off speed. She finishes me off. We
nonchalantly nod at each other as my zipper goes
NORTH; with no other formal approaches we acknowledge
that we're both in this for the long haul. The junky
haul of deliverance, the haul of heavy weights on our
shoulders on our escapades into the future, exercising
the motive after motif, examining the smell of our
excrement to see if our shame can be strengthened and
in our shame absolve ourselves into being different
and dirty, dirty to the senseless acts of committing
senseless acts to increase our shame. Yeah never, ever
try to impress SHAME, we know we're guilty and we know
we're junkies, but we're not stupid, God don't make stupid.
Junkies ain't stupid they just
ain't. They seem to just about want to do nothing most
of the time and the rest of the time, just do. Junkies'
minds are always fixed and pointed giving the
impression they're in control. Junkies are so stuck
it's like they're in competition with self-centredness.
The way they can speak real slowly
makes them real mellow people, the real slow, soft talk
can be eloquent and sexual; yeah it can be a turn-on
just like shootin' up. I can get hard when a junky
speaks. I can get stiff when I take a junky chick. I can
take her real slow and hard, real slow and long and
when she's way past gone because she's numb. It'll take
some time for her to feel my muscle, which gets my
cedar wood stronger and harder and my penetration is
easily maintained because her folds are totally soft
and I take her for a long time. She won't mind because
she's getting off too. I'm off, she's off, we're both
off, and we're so off we can't find a course.
copyright 2004
Stephen
Kerr |
