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Post by joey isaac knowles on Apr 18, 2008 10:41:09 GMT -5
I'm starving too, but I'm hungry for life, not that life, but my life, it's my time .my pos car with the radio playin', the graveyard jockey is on the air sayin' "here's a new hot band outta oakland..." and it's the sound of my way out
Joey couldn't be the only one unsettled by walking on piers right. He wasn't the only kid to look through the cracks and feel his stomach flip over and feel weak at the knees. With that unsettling feeling that with one splinter of wood it would all be over and the sea woudl swallow them all. Thats what he saw when he looked through the slim gaps of wood the briny ocean below. He saw danger and risk and desturction to come. It was this that made his arms prickle to goose bumps as he sat on the ending fence staring instead inlandinstea dof the coean that he sat att eh head of. He wasnt simling. It wasn't the same as calfironai as every square inch of ocean amde him ache to surf and grin with possibility. He wasn't that kid anymore and he satred grimly down like one spaslh of it would be the death of him. He was a remotely changed man was Joey. Well you couldn't blame him; he was pretty sure this morning thanks to heroin that he was going to throw himself off the pier. Now he was no suicidal. you had to belive him. Still he was ratehr shaken by his own out=od-minded actions. He was always startled by how differhe became when there was to much of one drugs pumping through his system
(bah i'll have to leave it like this - not done)
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