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The decision to give up drugs singled me out in my community like a midget on a pro basketball team. At the parties I would often attend, people drop ecstasy and acid like breath mints; many felt that a night without a chemical enhancer was one that was incomplete. At weekend long parties filled with camping and dance music, joints are passed around campfires and a person can easily barter for mushroom chocolates, pure MDMA or drug-laced baked goods. I realized on the day I gave them up that ...

my jaw hurts because of you you fucker! your words hit me like a ham in a burlap sack heavy and meaty and straight to the bone i can't sneeze without your jab, your pinch i can't even chew without thinking of you and i'm not going to forgive you no i'm not going to forget until i can laugh again

i wanted him to make me his bitch break me over the counter and hurt me force me open and shove his rod in tell me that you hate me i don't care i'm just a worthless whore tight hot hole, nothing more rock against me and berate me humiliation sweet as springtime flowers sex salvation through suicide tears falling sins for the love lost drained in desperation tears hot and wet and dripping like piss oh my sinking heart, my pit run away run away

i want to give you everything! so take it! i surrender, gladly a body strong and unflawed by flaws to wrap around you with the thick insistency of jungle vines and shroud you. my will i concede intent on building with the pristine softness of snow, how magnificent to feel ourselves spread touch down in crystal colonies conquer everything and leave our empires to evaporation... my languid love is yours long and slow like molten rock heavy in the belly of the earth as she dreams idly on her sil...

some have said you were my puppet master. a sonnet of sadness is what you sing. when you realize that what you'd mistaken for a brilliant star is only another hunk of lifeless rock meandering through space. you reevaluate the nature of the universe and you draw new maps. the old ones become relics. nostalgia. or are burned by the new scientists who wish to forget the mistakes of the old ones. once as familiar as my own reflection, you are now a face in a pool. when i reach to grab you i perme...