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May 15, 2005
Dimeonds & Perls
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I got the rockefeller skank clothes awashin’ (long time acoming, that move) ‘round the corner, picked up a pernil sandwich and now my jaw aches, my boy Max hit me up on the street below, in front of the church, and now I’m back up, Autechre flitchin’ & glitchin’ out my puny JBL laptop speakers, and four gleaming white dimeonds staring me in the eye. Ahh…and did I mention how lovely the weather is?
Being a druggie can really get depressing sometimes. Then others, God. A good chill bliss. I’m gonna miss it, and maybe that’s not the right kind of attitude to have, maybe that’s the thing that dooms failures right from the start, but it’s true and, in fact, I’m going to try to make sure that I DO miss it. That I making fucking sure that I miss it like hell, and always miss it, and never forget it. Because I’m going to endeavor (to see to it) that that crack cocaine purchase was my last.
I’m not making any grand gestures or taking drastic tactics, making guarantees, or copping out (can’t cop [out] any more) with the previous. I just know there’s no telling. You can do everything and mean it way more than I mean it now and try try try and not do a dit of damage in the drug’s armor. It is time, though. Way time. Past due….And, there are a couple of differences in this round, with this go, surrounding this attempt, that just might and maybe be THE difference.
Posted by peligrito at May 15, 2005 3:44 PM
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