Russian Roulette

Red wine mixed with sly finds
Fine dimes found on high times with
Quick hits meaning bliss
And your first time not being based on earth signs
But who was ready,
Stable enough to control the steering wheel in the firebird of 90 mph ecstasy
Next to me, a chick with a good head on her shoulders
I know because it hasn’t been cut off by her recklessness or lack of selectiveness on who’s next online at any time or place
Put to waste is her mother’s morals which malfunctioned in installing her daughter that water is a better alternative to gin or chronic
But she’s perfect…
For me…
Right now…
Etensive is repulsive
Conversation and you’re eliminated
If you’re not high, you’re low
And if you’re not down, you go
Shotgun’s to the right of me
You ain’t even gotta call it
It’s all yours

Published by Kevin J

I think I write to try to explain moments that I don't truly understand. That's why I have a tendency to be wordy. The closer I am to minimalism, the better off I am. I also do it to keep records of what I was thinking at certain periods of time, so some kind of footsteps are left showing me how I got here. Looking back, it seems inevitable that I am where I am now; couldn't have been anywhere else. I don't have any goals for the future, except for trying to enjoy it. I'm the opposite of most people I know; I no longer want to know what is coming up next. I just want to create the road and ride, or not create it and ride anyway.

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