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Lipsticks, painted red       A smile on my face,               Not seen before,      Take a big swig from a bottle, Drink more and more       Until I end up on the floor      Finally the memories are gone When my sanity walks out the door         I'm now on the ceiling,    Though quite possibly dreaming, My thoughts are far from clearing             In muddled moments     I find comfort and forget              No longer chained       Or to my own head in debt Swishing the thoughts around my mind     Like a good year of          fine white wine    Spitting out the rotten ones Swallowing down a few,         just for fun      Intoxication at its finest, Brazen, daring, brave and bold            Leaving the past behind us      Out in the bitter cold           Frozen behind,    No longer catching up to me      I can stumble forward             In my plastered euphoria      A smile on my face I can pick up my pace          Audacious now, I feel Doesn't matter how much of this is real Reality is just in my mind            Not easily defined     By dreams, nightmares or ghosts              From the past        Reality is in this bottle,                 This pipe, or this needle      Down to the very last Drops of fantasy and candy                    But ****            It tastes so sweet
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Plastered Euphoria ~~~ Collaboration with WickedHope
Lipsticks, painted red       A smile on my face,               Not seen before,      Take a big swig from a bottle, Drink more and more       Until I end up on the floor      Finally the memories are gone When my sanity walks out the door         I'm now on the ceiling,    Though quite possibly dreaming, My thoughts are far from clearing             In muddled moments     I find comfort and forget              No longer chained       Or to my own head in debt Swishing the thoughts around my mind     Like a good year of          fine white wine    Spitting out the rotten ones Swallowing down a few,         just for fun      Intoxication at its finest, Brazen, daring, brave and bold            Leaving the past behind us      Out in the bitter cold           Frozen behind,    No longer catching up to me      I can stumble forward             In my plastered euphoria      A smile on my face I can pick up my pace          Audacious now, I feel Doesn't matter how much of this is real Reality is just in my mind            Not easily defined     By dreams, nightmares or ghosts              From the past        Reality is in this bottle,                 This pipe, or this needle      Down to the very last Drops of fantasy and candy                    But ****            It tastes so sweet
What a joy working with the young, yet so talented WickedHope, amazing.  :)
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
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