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Lifes haze is,
the needle in my arm, promising releif- through goofballs, 8balls- pruple haze and laguna sunshine, white double domes and candy coated coke... jaundiced dreams and fucked by the needle in my arm, stoned beyond beleif and wanting only oblivion's demand, releif from life, and seeking death eternaly damned... who gives a shit, the selfish me who wants and wants, and swims in the bottom of a bottle, still the haze persists- another day another fix, who is there to really give a shit. |
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The haze becomes our failure to see those around us who really give a
shit, since we don't want to hear it, and choose the haze over the truth. The "fix" resides within! ... We DO care! |
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Wow!! Shad, did we fry together in the 60s!!!!
oh! I was born in the 60s good work, |
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