cococococococococaineeeeee. Jesus Christ, how I love you. I love you when you're here, and hate myself when you're gone. But you are beautiful as you burn, and pulse back through my body. The complete pleasure flowing through my body makes me miss all of those damn percocets (opiates have the best body high (to me and I think almost everyone else)). I remember now, this is why I got so into it, I feel good, and right.
Focus. Breathe. Let the beat in the back of your neck radiate out. Breathe.
The night is serene and flows out behind my curtains, past the apartment buildings and subway tracks. The bones of the city rattling and rolling off in the background.
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I am all eyes.