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Shooting basketball - imagination flying Like when I was a child Floating on barbiturates After lunch play catch Staring into the sun A football hits me in the face Laughing on one last dosage Eventually get a baseball fix Now that the seasons over

Take a nap in the grass When everyone else has to go inside My last day in detox Wait for the wind to pass From a cloud eclipsed sky

Thinking too far ahead already Of what to accomplish or learn Things no one would know how to repair Infrastructure and civilization Goes from complexity to collapse*

The TikTok trend of men Pondering the Roman empire What about it's predecessors Greeks, Phoenicians, Babylonians, Etruscans, Egyptians

Blueprint clues they left for us As if it were common sense We become stumped by a riddle A child could solve without bias Till it's romanticized in sacred rites Hidden from the unwashed masses

I'm still having fun in this junky sleepaway camp A break from watching the fall of the Republic Even if I got the basketball stuck in the rim

*Old unreleased poem

Shooting basketball - imagination flying Like when I was a child Floating on barbiturates After lunch play catch Staring into the sun A football hits me in the face Laughing on one last dosage Eventually get a baseball fix Now that the seasons over Take a nap in the grass When everyone else has to go inside My last day in detox Wait for the wind to pass From a cloud eclipsed sky Thinking too far ahead already Of what to accomplish or learn Things no one would know how to repair Infrastructure and civilization Goes from complexity to collapse* The TikTok trend of men Pondering the Roman empire What about it's predecessors Greeks, Phoenicians, Babylonians, Etruscans, Egyptians Blueprint clues they left for us As if it were common sense We become stumped by a riddle A child could solve without bias Till it's romanticized in sacred rites Hidden from the unwashed masses I'm still having fun in this junky sleepaway camp A break from watching the fall of the Republic Even if I got the basketball stuck in the rim *Old unreleased poem

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Reds and tuinal.

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One pill makes you nigger, and the other makes you fall

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LOL, no shit. We were so addicted to "christmas trees" it wasn't funny. We took them by the handful- passed out; friend of mine would piss himself, wake up and take more.

Barbiturates mean business.

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All those names for things, pink footballs, etc seems more like my dad's era