Thursday, 13 September 2012


I swear veins dont just collapse but also hide, a while back i stared at them with a certain sense of joy, maybe even pride. Really didnt even have to look to find which one to abuse? I couldnt make up my mind as to which one to choose. Can still remember thinking to myself 'oh my god! My babies are back!', and that just after a while of cutting them some slack. And just a short while later back into hiding they went, wherever there was a vein - now theres a dent???
From shooting back to chasing for the sake of my veins, cause poking hundreds of holes while searching just causes aches and pains. Blood running down your arms and dripping on the floor, between the cigarette burns or the blood stains on my clothes i dont know which is more? All i know is my chest is burnt fucked from laying down with a smoke while nodding and my arms are fucked from looking for a vein, poking and prodding...

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first."

Jim Morrison

1 comment:

  1. Hey Smackhead,
    (Hey, I feel like I'mm offending you by calling you that...)
    Oh, they do sink...they bury themselves as if to tell us, "no more, you bastard, leave us alone!"
    And they do collapse. I never got my mainlines back, neither of them. I got told it's the citric.
    Great blog mate, though I can't read it properly on my mobile, cos the background picture (which I love, by the way) hides parts of the words. So yey, I'm on the computer now and get to enjoy reading :)
    You have a great day now,
    Vee X