Junk Of The Heart

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Junk of the heart is junk of my mind
So hard to leave you all alone. 
We get so drunk that we can hardly see. 
But what use is that to you or me, baby? 
See I notice nothing makes you shatter, no, no. 
You're a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart. 
But are you mine? 

You seem to be sunk, life is no race. 
Well I'm not happy, I'm in disgrace. 
So I spend time guessing on you, oh. 
You're a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart. 
But are you mine? 

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Fuzzy Blue Lights

If I had no life, I'd have heroin.


    I woke up with a throbbing head.
    As I turned in my bed to face the other side, a jolt of cringing pain shot through the insides of my skull and I froze, eyes closed and teeth clenched. I felt the pain slowly rising and then, subsiding and rising again as I held my breath and tried not to move. I didn't know how long I stayed that way but when I finally opened my eyes, the pain had gone and I hadn't even realized. I glanced at the bed-side clock.
    3:06 a.m.
    Great, I thought.
    As I tried to tune in to my thoughts, my cell-phone beeped.
    "You have a new text message," said the robot lady. I called her robot lady.
    "Yes, that's exactly what I need," I said, throwing my arms up in the air. "Something new."
    I paused at that. To be honest, I didn't know what I needed. It wasn't like I hadn't tried to figure out. Actually it was a question I asked myself everyday and although, I was quite sure the answers lay ahead of me, I just couldn't keep up. Maybe I was too self-absorbed. But I didn't know how to undo that.
    I kicked off the covers, grabbed my pack of smokes and lit myself a cigarette...