6th Trip

[do_you_bleed]

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
-T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

I've been pretty bored lately. Ain't there a good

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[blue_satin_pjs]

Underground got the product. Can't help you with the poetry.

[do_you_bleed]

Oh, I got some. But there ain't no fun being alone.

[blue_satin_pjs]

The Raven maybe got some folks inclined to the poems. If you can handle yourself all right there.

[do_you_bleed]

Ain't nowhere I can't handle myself.

audio;

[treadingdawn]

You seek a druggist, Pilot? Are you unwell?

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[do_you_bleed]

I...guess you could say that.

Re: audio;

[treadingdawn]

Is there anything I can do?

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[do_you_bleed]

Depends. You like drinking? Or...other recreational things?

[thejejunejesuit]

"Are you not weary of ardent ways,
Lure of the fallen seraphim?
Tell no more of enchanted days."

[do_you_bleed]

That's pretty good. Did you write it?

[thejejunejesuit]

Yes, I did. That's only the first verse. It ended up as a villanelle, it came to me when I wad half asleep.