I’m bringing back heroin chic’. Tell your friends.

I’m bringing back heroin chic’. Tell your friends.

And D.A.R.E. tried to tell us drugs won’t make you pretty….

And D.A.R.E. tried to tell us drugs won’t make you pretty….

blood billows, begetting bliss,blooming beautiful blossoms,beneath bared bruises.bottom.black.

blood billows, begetting bliss,
blooming beautiful blossoms,
beneath bared bruises.
bottom.
black.

Every needle is a handful of dirt, tossed in a hole by someone 

who only showed up to make sure I was really dead this time.

Each one pushes in like coffin nails pounding out

beautiful dreams in morse coded rhythms

An S.O.S. that only ships sunk as low as I can hear. 

I’m Ziggy Stardust after the band broke up,

rubbing my face in broken gutter glass,

And swearing I can still see stars.

Imagine you’re laying on a beach. Lounging even. Languid. 

And the tide is rushing in, but you don’t care.

It’s getting closer and closer each time, until it’s crashing over you 

and forcing it’s way into your nose and down your throat,

Swallowing you completely as it pulls you out to sea.

Also, you’re on the moon, where the ocean is like night sky.

(the moon has beaches for the purposes of this metaphor,

because you need it to.)

It’s black and impenetrable with a smattering of glittering pearls,

spread haphazardly, like I just came on a shred of black velvet.

Now… Drift.

faggots

faggots

awe ye

awe ye

Man I am just TOO PANX for pics

Man I am just TOO PANX for pics