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Date Posted: 20:16:24 07/20/01 Fri
Author: HighMae
Subject: march2001

interstate onramp
4 hours of introspect lay ahead
scalding chillbumps
sucking the water bottle dry
all for the sake of self-purification
artist: soul coughing
title: pensacola
volume: 16
bass: -6
vocal cords: stretched beyond recognition

exit 5
new found friends
long haired hippies
kind bud
glass bongs
and my soul fairy
a collaborative effort
in the reuniting process
old times
became new times
bad times
became good times
and in the hours and hours
of endless reminiscing
she gave me back
the me i lost

12:00 EST
2 hour drive ahead
hwy 98
the mix wasn't right
and my cds were buried
beneath mounds of bullshit
thoughts of u-turns
to reverse this path
then he came all over my radio
blasting beats which pulsated through my body
the pure high of sobriety
seat dancing down back beach road

stopped for a quart of eight ball
jsut before allison road
never cracked the seal
manuvering through tons of drunkeness
the fairy prince's coach
parked slightly crooked
whispered to me softly
"5 cars forward
to the left"
a smile crept up from behind me
spen me around
and slapped me in the face
as i raced for the door
and reached for the card
to get me through the gate
and into my playground

thousands lined the pathway
to the haven hidden under the waves
entering in i see
the unforgettable cigarette magician
talking shit and giving love

walking past
my kind bud pulled me in
an unexpected surprise
one which added to the height
of my night

pushing through the crowd
my frog prince comes to me
"my baby"
the words hit harder than the bass
hugs where heartbeats are felt

my boys in their GQ glory soon
closed in on my prince and i
and in an instant
the world was mine

"2:30...i go on at 2:30"

the feeling
the high
the energy
pulsating through me
an electric shock
which i give back
endless conversations
with strangers
lifetime moments
with friends
after hours blunts
with the dj's
welling tears in eyes
can't fall due to smiles so deep
and brilliant sunrises
only do justice
to brilliant evenings
where i become me
again.

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