Author: DiamondRocketQueen PM
Out here we is stoned....immaculate. (Contains drug usage)Rated: Fiction T - English - Spiritual - Words: 416 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 09-05-04 - id: 2044693
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Stoned, Immaculate by DiamondRocketQueen.
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
"Take a drag Hedwig" said a young male voice coming from a dark corner of the room. Suddenly a ciggarette was shoved in front of my face, no not a ciggarette, a joint. The joint seemed to be floating in mid air because the room was so dark I couldn't see who was actually holding the offending item. Should I take a drag? Should I, Hedwig Robinson, break the law, smoke a drug and get high? Fuck it I thought taking the joint from between the persons fingertips. I brought it up to my lips and sucked around the make-shift butt made out of an empty Rizzla packet, I took the white stick down from my lips and inhaled the smoke deeply. I wanted to cough, it hurt my throat, it was worse that when you take a huge gulp of Vodka or Jack Daniels thinking you can handle it but then burning your throat and the lining of your stomach. Watching as I blew out the smoke from my mouth I collapsed down on the floor, fucking hell this was great, really great, I've never been stoned before, I've never smoked before. I took a few more drags and then stubbed out the joint in the ash tray, well I say ash tray, I really mean the empty pizza box. I'm floating on a cloud, everything is so colourful, bright, beautiful, I forget about everyone, Tommy, Yitzhak, Phyllis Stein, the record company, all that stupid material shit that usually worries the hell out of me, it's all gone. And in it's place is a calm, soothing feeling. I'm stoned. And it feels amazing. Immaculate.