Soma, Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Stolen Cigarettes...
Was what I was smoking was what...I was
in the alley waiting for...Socrates was my best friend coming here from a friend's houseparty... which I was gonna host the day after tomorrow to celebrate the cigarette truck that I was gonna steal the day before after tomorrow...was when they were finally gonna legalize PCP, making every drug in existence legal...system gave up trying to prohibit anybody from doing anything that wasn't murdering or... stealing money is where I get my money...is my motivation for doing this, just like every criminal through time...to start looking for him he's late like most junkies...are starting to put in nicotine to legalized drugs like coke, because all the legal dealers, like Drug-Mart, are putting in Cartenblankinex, which makes you not addicted, stupid Drug Mart...drove out all the poor mom 'n' pop crime ops...is what I'm involved in, people want what they want, even if it's bad, sometimes especially...now, when I'm bored...I put in another new cigarette, blowing it just like...Socrates, entering the door, covered in blood, oil, and tequila.
He looks like he's got a story to tell.
Was what I was smoking was what...I was
in the alley waiting for...Socrates was my best friend coming here from a friend's houseparty... which I was gonna host the day after tomorrow to celebrate the cigarette truck that I was gonna steal the day before after tomorrow...was when they were finally gonna legalize PCP, making every drug in existence legal...system gave up trying to prohibit anybody from doing anything that wasn't murdering or... stealing money is where I get my money...is my motivation for doing this, just like every criminal through time...to start looking for him he's late like most junkies...are starting to put in nicotine to legalized drugs like coke, because all the legal dealers, like Drug-Mart, are putting in Cartenblankinex, which makes you not addicted, stupid Drug Mart...drove out all the poor mom 'n' pop crime ops...is what I'm involved in, people want what they want, even if it's bad, sometimes especially...now, when I'm bored...I put in another new cigarette, blowing it just like...Socrates, entering the door, covered in blood, oil, and tequila.
He looks like he's got a story to tell.
posted by Marshall McMahon @ 6:40 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:38 PM,
Anonymous said…
I guess I'm the only commentor who has the balls to say it, WTF mate? Been shooting up alot have we? It could be good if it made any fricken sense you tit. But then again, thats just me.
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