Sunday, January 08, 2006

"Cocaine Sunday"

Cocaine Sunday, wake up . . . wait, I can't get out of bed.
Call the Guy, so I can appease my head.
Give me another rail. Mr. Pibbs and Red Vines, what the fuck d0es that mean?
I called my mom, when I was high on coke.
She was drunk, it was such a fucking joke.
Almost as much as a joke as that last rhyme . . .
Speaking of which, if I smoked pot I'd buy a dime.
Nothing is funnier than a forced rhyme.
Holy shit, I can't see straight. Good night.

3 Comments:

Blogger Soyola said...

Like mother like son. I actually thought you were a female but your profile surprised me. Normally, guys don't call their mothers when they are drunk or high. At this point, I don't know if you're writing truth or fiction. I guess it really doesn't matter as long as you have people like me reading your blog.


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11:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I suggest snorting 1/2 a tablet of E on sunday morning- it cuts right through the coke sketchies and when it's over with your fucking exhausted, right to sleep.

11:14 PM  
Blogger Cosa Pensadora said...

I have been reading your blog for some time and I think I am in love with you.

11:53 PM  

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