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hello migraine my old friend

you've come to visit me again.

Merry Fucking Xmas indeed.

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gefiltebitch
Dec. 23rd, 2004 09:19 pm (UTC)
i'm sorry bernie :(

is going home an option?
delascabezas
Dec. 23rd, 2004 09:25 pm (UTC)
no
work after work - i was supposed to go to a schindigg after that, i think instead i will be going home and shooting up some tepid heroin taking some drugs to the pain stops.
bronxelf_ag001
Dec. 23rd, 2004 09:29 pm (UTC)
Shit.
Oh crap.

Im sorry. If theres anything you need lemme know. I know how this feels and it *sucks* Do you have good drugs at home?

*tiptoes away quietly making no noise*
delascabezas
Dec. 23rd, 2004 09:35 pm (UTC)
nope
i'm dry atm - gonna get some excedrin and migraine crap on the way home. my problem is that with my last two, i have been getting photosensitive, and this one was after a month off, so it is going to be worse than the others, and i am ALREADY ready to puke from the light. noise doesn't hurt too bad for me, actually, though it pisses me off quite a bit sooner than not when i am migraney.
bronxelf_ag001
Dec. 23rd, 2004 09:47 pm (UTC)
Re: nope
I might have Good Drugs here. Maybe. You want?

delascabezas
Dec. 23rd, 2004 09:52 pm (UTC)
nah
tx for the offer - jsut gonna wrap my head in a compress and go into my hidey hole.
bronxelf_ag001
Dec. 23rd, 2004 09:55 pm (UTC)
Re: nah
Ok.

If you change your mind, you know how to find me.

*shuts the lights*
gaelfling
Dec. 24th, 2004 01:23 am (UTC)
filking...
Hello migraine, my old friend
coming to visit me again,
for the vision slowly blurring,
you left your seeds while I was sleeping,
and the pain that was planted in my brain,
still remains, within the grounds of violence

in painful dreams I wander through narrow streets like cobblestone,
beneath the haze of street lamps,
I turn my collar to the cold and cramp,
when my eyes I stabbed in this neon light,
and spit at the night, and touch the grounds of violence

and in the naked night I slew a thousand people, maybe more
for talking without speaking,
they don't hear or listen,
people making songs that our voices never shared,
no one dared, disturb the grounds of violence

"foo's" said I, "yo, bitch, what dig that noise, it's silence!"
listen to me speak so I can educate you
reach out so's I can grab you's!"
but my rap it fell on deaf ears,
echoing in the halls of silence

and the people cringed to their dollar sign in the sky
and that sign did cry
the words it was saying, it said most fierce:

~"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls," and whispered the grounds of violence...

I know, tacky, but your opener was too much not to at least make the effort :)

hope the heads feeling better soon man :)

delascabezas
Dec. 27th, 2004 09:55 pm (UTC)
bravo!
good stuff man - wierd al should get his hands on that...
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