Dumb as a brick of coke

Diablo · Yesterday, 09:04 AM

assimilated into status, pigeonholed personality traits
no factual basis behind it, cognitive thought’s vacuous lately
we back of a napkin our daily routines. fake our accomplishments
to mask the pain and our suffering. keep taking the supplements
wake up still wondering who we are and how we got here at all
lost in withdrawal symptoms to the point we’ve forgotten the small things
rotten as always. dangerous thoughts, nothings the same as before
touch base with my former self just to get a break from the norm
change up my order on the mcdonalds breakfast menu for once
empty my lungs of vape juice. healthscares still a sensitive subject
no typo. so mindful of apps tracking our penitence
happy to reminisce on times before 36 hours fasts in calorie deficit
coffee black as our emptiness. a swirling void in a cup
you made a choice to be punished, now pick your poison and sup it
stop avoiding the subject- time to lace up them boots
and chase who you used to be. stagnation made you a loser
codependency called you it’s bitch. used to crawl in your sick
floor pizza wisdom. “I’m only going for two beers,” became all you could drink
it’s quarter to six when your arrival wakes the birds from the trees
hurting to hear ‘em chirping so cheerfully. when you left the world was asleep
twilight turns into teatime before you surface again
semi-permanent bed hair. question if it’s worth getting dressed
lurk in your precious pyjama pants with the expandable waist
happily lazing round until your asscracks scratched by the label
fanning the flames of whichever fire got lit under you quick
if ur dumbass submits to takin the rough with the smooth, u can suck on my dick
dumb as brick of coke.

Yesterday, 09:04 AM	#1
Diablo Badgerdick Join Date: Jul 2015 Location: Showdown City Posts: 2,634 Battle Record: 11-2 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 22685552	Dumb as a brick of coke assimilated into status, pigeonholed personality traits no factual basis behind it, cognitive thought’s vacuous lately we back of a napkin our daily routines. fake our accomplishments to mask the pain and our suffering. keep taking the supplements wake up still wondering who we are and how we got here at all lost in withdrawal symptoms to the point we’ve forgotten the small things rotten as always. dangerous thoughts, nothings the same as before touch base with my former self just to get a break from the norm change up my order on the mcdonalds breakfast menu for once empty my lungs of vape juice. healthscares still a sensitive subject no typo. so mindful of apps tracking our penitence happy to reminisce on times before 36 hours fasts in calorie deficit coffee black as our emptiness. a swirling void in a cup you made a choice to be punished, now pick your poison and sup it stop avoiding the subject- time to lace up them boots and chase who you used to be. stagnation made you a loser codependency called you it’s bitch. used to crawl in your sick floor pizza wisdom. “I’m only going for two beers,” became all you could drink it’s quarter to six when your arrival wakes the birds from the trees hurting to hear ‘em chirping so cheerfully. when you left the world was asleep twilight turns into teatime before you surface again semi-permanent bed hair. question if it’s worth getting dressed lurk in your precious pyjama pants with the expandable waist happily lazing round until your asscracks scratched by the label fanning the flames of whichever fire got lit under you quick if ur dumbass submits to takin the rough with the smooth, u can suck on my dick dumb as brick of coke.