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Brodey Oct 2013
Drugs can be great and they can be destructive, they can take away any shred of your will for you to be productive. Some of them will even make your brain feel instructively reconstructive, when in reality its just making it reductive. Its only a matter of time until it starts it's demolition, then you'll be in a tough position and that's where some abort mission. Some people are lucky to come out of addiction and have no mental condition, those aren't any limited edition additions, they are there to stay and not to play. Drugs don't **** around and straight to your brain you gave them full permission along with free admission. I wouldn't blame you for taking the risk anyhow, when you take it and it hits you like POW all you can think is wow and wonder what's happening now. Unfortunately it all feels so great, you know, something you can really appreciate and do whether its early or late to put you in your favorite state, depending on the drug. Some feel like you're on top of the world and energetic as **** where others make you feel cozy and wrapped in a hug. You don't gotta be all **** and **** to do a drug, I did them for recreation. Then I lost all my movement and motivation, I no longer had any inspiration but to munch the **** out and play my PlayStation. Drugs overall drain you of something and you might think that that something is nothing but you'll be missing it and then you'll refuse to do any budging. You'll be caught in a slump, feeling like you're in a dump, and need a little bump to get you outta that ****. So if you're really willing to go through that **** and so much more, go ahead and be a *******, go be that **** addict by the back door. But you can't say that I didn't warn you about them anymore. Sometimes you feel they're perfect and even if that is the majority of the time, you gotta ask yourself if its really worth it.
Instructively abstract,
backed into illusion
where reality fuses the
lights.
Naked in fire where the flicker of
flame brands upon me,
your name
on my lips.
Brent Kincaid Aug 2015
I made you love me
With treacle, tricks and tonsure.
I was so sure of myself
I could dissuade you from anyone else
And elves would come
In the night to bewitch you more deeply.
Sleepy, sleeping, not seeing
You would fall under my loving spell.

And well would I use you
Truly dragging you along unaware
Of my witchery, jiggery-pokery
Jokingly, or seductively
Instructively guiding you to please
Easing you into your role;
Solely in charge of the play
Saying sweet, flattering words
Heard in clutches and hugs
Drugs for the lonely, the needy.

And you became convinced
Since I am so good at my craft
I drafted you into my dream
Seemingly all your idea.
My Galatea of sweet, smooth skin;
Sin for me to commit gladly,
Madly, I did not care what you wanted
I flaunted my talent brashly
Trashily uncaring of the scorn
That might be born of my ego;
My need so ugly to see:
Me, playing god of love.

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