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I just want to tell him, go be a real junkie. Hang with a band of users and do it the real way. No more hiding hypodermics under your granite countertop and your double door double seat name brand bathroom and gem inlaid coffee table, silk lampshade, you're like private practice.
If I'm going to join him in life until death do us part, we're going to pretend it's so elegant and savory to rattle and dive. I'm telling him I want to be a full scale full blown addict. I will not care what we or our house looks like. Isn't that the point of living free? I tell you, that's his true insanity. Tea time and pretend. I'm game for the high, the lulling to sleep whatever death we reap. We've been perfect for one another since the day we met. Sweetheart childhood love. I just ask for some semblance of authenticity. I'm tired of dating all his friends. He says we'll be clean by the time we're 48. I keep saying I'm ready to crash. |
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Edited by
rush2001
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Thu 08/14/08 06:38 PM
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okie dokie then.......
dopers suck!!! |
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Gotta spend that money somewhere....i guess.
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At least if you choose to be a junkie, have access.
It's what can happen to kids at the end of their ropa. |
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Theres always a choice...
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i agree...there is always a choice!!!!
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At least if you choose to be a junkie, have access. It's what can happen to kids at the end of their ropa. have you gotten a tshirt yet? |
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scrambled eggs u say???
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scrambled eggs u say??? crack'd at least |
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Give him a little more time with spike, it will take everything,even you if you let it. Just a little more time.........
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Uh...I may be a bit easily put on by this idea but...quit? There is no such thing as a lavish living junkie, unless the money was given to them (and a lot at that). So I say, gibberish and plain bollocks this post is.
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Uh...I may be a bit easily put on by this idea but...quit? There is no such thing as a lavish living junkie, unless the money was given to them (and a lot at that). So I say, gibberish and plain bollocks this post is. but yeah that's what i'm saying. all good things must come to an end.. or do they?? 
Live clean or live dead. One might think he could have a good thing and the choice IS to junk and manage. |
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Give him a little more time with spike, it will take everything,even you if you let it. Just a little more time......... One would think time.. how long has a decade been? |
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I just want to tell him, go be a real junkie. Hang with a band of users and do it the real way. No more hiding hypodermics under your granite countertop and your double door double seat name brand bathroom and gem inlaid coffee table, silk lampshade, you're like private practice. If I'm going to join him in life until death do us part, we're going to pretend it's so elegant and savory to rattle and dive. I'm telling him I want to be a full scale full blown addict. I will not care what we or our house looks like. Isn't that the point of living free? I tell you, that's his true insanity. Tea time and pretend. I'm game for the high, the lulling to sleep whatever death we reap. We've been perfect for one another since the day we met. Sweetheart childhood love. I just ask for some semblance of authenticity. I'm tired of dating all his friends. He says we'll be clean by the time we're 48. I keep saying I'm ready to crash. Losers.... |
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I just want to tell him, go be a real junkie. Hang with a band of users and do it the real way. No more hiding hypodermics under your granite countertop and your double door double seat name brand bathroom and gem inlaid coffee table, silk lampshade, you're like private practice. If I'm going to join him in life until death do us part, we're going to pretend it's so elegant and savory to rattle and dive. I'm telling him I want to be a full scale full blown addict. I will not care what we or our house looks like. Isn't that the point of living free? I tell you, that's his true insanity. Tea time and pretend. I'm game for the high, the lulling to sleep whatever death we reap. We've been perfect for one another since the day we met. Sweetheart childhood love. I just ask for some semblance of authenticity. I'm tired of dating all his friends. He says we'll be clean by the time we're 48. I keep saying I'm ready to crash. Losers.... lalalalalllllucky losers i'll bet the sex sucks too. |
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I just want to tell him, go be a real junkie. Hang with a band of users and do it the real way. No more hiding hypodermics under your granite countertop and your double door double seat name brand bathroom and gem inlaid coffee table, silk lampshade, you're like private practice. If I'm going to join him in life until death do us part, we're going to pretend it's so elegant and savory to rattle and dive. I'm telling him I want to be a full scale full blown addict. I will not care what we or our house looks like. Isn't that the point of living free? I tell you, that's his true insanity. Tea time and pretend. I'm game for the high, the lulling to sleep whatever death we reap. We've been perfect for one another since the day we met. Sweetheart childhood love. I just ask for some semblance of authenticity. I'm tired of dating all his friends. He says we'll be clean by the time we're 48. I keep saying I'm ready to crash. Losers.... Who really loses? Am I a loser because he happens to be one of the smartest guys I know? Of all the guys I've dated, he accepts me into his life fully and completely. I coould be Ms. perfect, where are the men who appreciate me and want to have nice families, treat me with respect, I have have a brain that deserves a voice. Life is just so plainly evident to us. The sex was good before the drugs and pyscho drama when we were children. It's like peter pan. We never need to grow up. Just fade and die. Decide if and when we want to be old. |
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I just want to tell him, go be a real junkie. Hang with a band of users and do it the real way. No more hiding hypodermics under your granite countertop and your double door double seat name brand bathroom and gem inlaid coffee table, silk lampshade, you're like private practice. If I'm going to join him in life until death do us part, we're going to pretend it's so elegant and savory to rattle and dive. I'm telling him I want to be a full scale full blown addict. I will not care what we or our house looks like. Isn't that the point of living free? I tell you, that's his true insanity. Tea time and pretend. I'm game for the high, the lulling to sleep whatever death we reap. We've been perfect for one another since the day we met. Sweetheart childhood love. I just ask for some semblance of authenticity. I'm tired of dating all his friends. He says we'll be clean by the time we're 48. I keep saying I'm ready to crash. Losers.... Who really loses? Am I a loser because he happens to be one of the smartest guys I know? Of all the guys I've dated, he accepts me into his life fully and completely. I coould be Ms. perfect, where are the men who appreciate me and want to have nice families, treat me with respect, I have have a brain that deserves a voice. Life is just so plainly evident to us. The sex was good before the drugs and pyscho drama when we were children. It's like peter pan. We never need to grow up. Just fade and die. Decide if and when we want to be old. You're 23, you are a child... |
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I just want to tell him, go be a real junkie. Hang with a band of users and do it the real way. No more hiding hypodermics under your granite countertop and your double door double seat name brand bathroom and gem inlaid coffee table, silk lampshade, you're like private practice. If I'm going to join him in life until death do us part, we're going to pretend it's so elegant and savory to rattle and dive. I'm telling him I want to be a full scale full blown addict. I will not care what we or our house looks like. Isn't that the point of living free? I tell you, that's his true insanity. Tea time and pretend. I'm game for the high, the lulling to sleep whatever death we reap. We've been perfect for one another since the day we met. Sweetheart childhood love. I just ask for some semblance of authenticity. I'm tired of dating all his friends. He says we'll be clean by the time we're 48. I keep saying I'm ready to crash. Losers.... Who really loses? Am I a loser because he happens to be one of the smartest guys I know? Of all the guys I've dated, he accepts me into his life fully and completely. I coould be Ms. perfect, where are the men who appreciate me and want to have nice families, treat me with respect, I have have a brain that deserves a voice. Life is just so plainly evident to us. The sex was good before the drugs and pyscho drama when we were children. It's like peter pan. We never need to grow up. Just fade and die. Decide if and when we want to be old. You're 23, you are a child... I'm her lawyer. I represent her and she doesn't even know it yet. It takes one to know one. We're all childish til our last breath, til we face death and lifes great disappointment. Tantrums and lists and demands get noone anywhere when it comes to ourselves and others. I recommend she find a safe and happy bed. That is all a girl ever needs.. women and men to have a happy relationship. |
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