Posts Tagged ‘cocaine’

today

 

The state of humanity

Is starting to bother me

I should probably stop watching

Today tonight

For fake news and delusions

For dodgy tradies

For housing department tenants

For savings savings savings at Aldi

For mindfuck melodies

For cocaine tragedies

For methane monosyllables

So much violence and hate

Lurks in the heart of man

That it spills out over woman with unspeakable force

I think they should list the bastards on the internet

Their girl-friend privileges should be revoked

By that secret committee of really hot chicks

Who thinks I shouldn’t get any

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velvets

 

When I was in a band

We thought we were going to be famous

And snort cocaine out of groupies’ butt cracks

Get married to some hot models

Or maybe Winona Ryder

And take an amount of drugs that would scare the shit out of Keith Richards

We had a go at doing the drugs

One time we even got paid in Morphine

And pretended to be Lou Reed

Many times I was kicked out of my own gigs

Drunk off my head and acting like a lunatic

So I didn’t have much luck with the women

‘Cos I was too fat and weird

We always did well with the bizarre guys with dreadlocks at the back of the bar

‘Who would love our silly pot songs

And ridiculous attempts to channel Iggy Pop

When the band broke up

‘Cos the other members started breeding

I was sad

party

Will you be there?
I will be there with my many friends
I will get drunk and stoned and run a humungous muck
I will hit on all the single women and attempt to be interesting
And some woman may find me interesting
Come on, it has happened before
Occasionally
There will be some cool bands there churning out distorted indie goodness
It will rock like a hit of cocaine
In an intimate vein

Will you be there?
It is likely that someone will choke on their own vomit
Which is a nasty way to go but better than choking on someone else’s
There will be rivers of alcohol and forests of weed
Tobacco and pot smoke will be thick as the conversation
People will exhibit joy and fascination
With each other and with the moments of togetherness
Which grow into an ecstatic peak through group synergy
Then subside into nothingness as everyone goes home to their hangovers

hunter

‘I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.’ Hunter S Thompson

When Hunter S Thompson ran for sheriff of Aspen, Colorado
He was going to make all the business men wear clown suits
And only bust drug dealers if they gave shit deals
He was going to gather together all the freaks, geeks and weirdos
And take over the whole damn town
Hunter used to breakfast on cocaine, wild turkey and a big fat joint
And generate more drug-fuelled crazy mayhem
Than any ten average freaks
Every mother-fucking day
Hunter wrote scintillating shot-gun-demented prose
About drug-fuelled crazy mayhem
Politics, culture and how to bring down Capitalism
He always used to drop acid before he started writing at midnight and wrote till six
He befriended Allen Ginsberg because they had the same pot dealer
He let his freak flag fly
A life as incandescent as magnesium flame- burning and burning and burning
After he blew out his brains with a shot-gun his friends fired his ashes into the air with a canon
He sure was one badass
Motherfucker
I’m not sure if I have the constitution
To keep up with him

cocaine
I can’t score cocaine in Perth:
I can’t find the neon plastic dancers who appreciate the covert way of the snow white powder.
I can’t do line after line of coke and feel sped up and powerful and chatter extravagant bull-shit to my mates.
I can’t experience the peaks and valleys of a raging rollercoaster cocaine addiction.
I can’t get crack either and I’d love to know why this is so.
I can’t imagine why someone isn’t bringing coke in on a boat or shoving it up their ass.
I can’t understand why organized criminals don’t get their shit together and import the stuff but,
I can’t afford it anyway.
I can score pot in Perth:
I can go to an open house and pick up a gram for thirty bucks.
I can smoke it up with my mates and dream of fields of undulating green covered with mature female mull plants in bud.
I can feel my brain go all fuzzy then begin to recite hallucinatory cabalistic texts.
I can imagine Bogota, Bogota a city of cartels and homicides.
I can imagine this city where cocaine flows through arcane veins.