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Until recently, most of my memories readily available remind me of ghost needles, ice picks & phantom Taipan bites jabbed wildly into a heart that beats nails through my veins. There are only five people on this planet I give a **** about. Everyone else are just scars whose dull stabs of pain remind me why I don't take life seriously. You words remind me of that pain I used to endure, the blood eyed, vicious demons with barbed-wire kisses and razor blades to my throat while their katana fingernails clawed out my liver and kidneys riding me like a sybian whispering comforting Trinidad Moruga Scorpion lullabies. And I thank you for reminding me we have to go through hell to find the bliss we love.
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Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
Dear Odi,
Until recently, most of my memories readily available remind me of ghost needles, ice picks & phantom Taipan bites jabbed wildly into a heart that beats nails through my veins. There are only five people on this planet I give a **** about. Everyone else are just scars whose dull stabs of pain remind me why I don't take life seriously. You words remind me of that pain I used to endure, the blood eyed, vicious demons with barbed-wire kisses and razor blades to my throat while their katana fingernails clawed out my liver and kidneys riding me like a sybian whispering comforting Trinidad Moruga Scorpion lullabies. And I thank you for reminding me we have to go through hell to find the bliss we love.
From a fan, student and fellow wonderer, ~Bryce
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Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
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