
There really needs to be a drug category. My ode to coricidin or 'how I spend my Saturdays'. Written while high and translated the next day.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Spiritual - Words: 161 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-31-06 - id: 2222218
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ODE TO Coricidin.
Oh how I love you
little red pills
2 am at the gas station
but i don't know where i am
The little crab walk
to the trees and
i puke
no one notices
i forget how to get out cars
and that i can't pass through objects
(especially trees)
dancing would be fun but
my head's stuck to the roof
and i'm look.ing
at the stars
Seeing guys half naked isn't very cool
but watching Eddie hit the tree is
we had to look weird
trying to run from an
armadillo
but...
it was fucking huge i tell you.
i don't remember how i got onto the hood of his car
but
i could have solved all the world's problems at that
moment
(i forgot what we were talking about five minutes
later)
not the point
everyone crashes out around sunrise
but where are the goddamn keys?
Fuck it.
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