It seems after reading a few others blogs, junkylife is turning blue and nobody is there to give it that shot of narcan it needs to be brought back to life, in a slow motion action its bloodshot eyes turn to you and seem to say…  Knock, knock, knock’n on heavens door… I havent got any emails  or anything of the sorts I dont really check thought but i did.   Let a problamatic person know what going on eh’…?

So there she was all 22 yrs of her smiling and giggling as she brought down her ’grandma’s’ medicines.  Right off the bat Jimmy notices some rarish dates 81, 1971,

Lemmon 714’s fuck yes, Seconal, Nembutal, oxycodone, oxymorphone, instant release, ARGHHH  I rip her clothes off and dump about a gram of powdered

amphetamines across her tits snoooooortttt….   a nice line of oxycodone on my cock for her and we disapear into a whirlwind of pharmaceutical bliss, hands occasionally sticking out from the dusty whirl wind to grab random gel caplsules.  Are you experienced?  Fucking that slut with her bent over while you cook a quick shot up over her back occasionally dropping a hot drip of euphoria on her back.   cranked up on hi-fi-mescaline crystals my rose color glasses are not qustioned as I purchase a water color paper book, 11 weight.  Where I go nextdoor and have them print out a design on oneside of the thick FLuFFY paper.  Some exterrestial design of some mental lock deciphered only by …yet to come mathmatics.   Dont give hate a chance….  its magical as the sky snows with irridecent geometrical ’snowflakes’,  I watch the one buddy elbow his friend and start to drool at the beauty of th moon…  Acidheads, good to see them.  As I walk around back I noticed to animated characters arguing over something I get closer and they stop moving, I smell crack in the air, CRACKHEADS….   Turn me loose I just want to get away, I just want to runaway.  As I finish my nice dinner, a shinny folded piece of paper is passed to me by the waitress with a wink, some slut I knew in high school.  WHats that hunny, my Mother asks, a phone number?  Yeah uh huh i think so…  I look later.   1/2 gram of some shiney coke and a number.  a quick snort and a jordan 3 point rimmer and thats finished.

Toasted, Champagene and Tropican Twisters, pot and  pills spread all over the table.  Jimmy is on the telephone with the Devil, it is so strange the way things turn, dont give up.  Rest your head you worry to much, it will be alright, clear you head.  The white powder talks from the side of his mouth.  Here just meet me, all ill just stop by in 5 min. uh I dont know, DINGDONG.  Fuck. dont give up

The slippery underbelly of the drug market, ripe with lies and backstabing, ripe with LEGALIZE IT.

Grow green, fuck the government and always do what your heart tells you.

Medicine man lead me up though town - Indian ground - so far down, in my sleep teenager with megshift chemistry kits, tinkle with the unknown.  Playing with ancient ‘medicines’ that have taken decades upon decades to escape the tall wodded jungles and reach suburbia.
Way above us the desert snow - white wind blow
Peace,

Seedless

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