kira. d8. fin. cbd2

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

just gonna cb dis yey:
wow literally too cute for y'all also he hustles for drug money & is a poet on the side
-eighteen, kinda freelances in illegal shit, just hit him up if you have dirty work to dispose of
because his day job at the factory spinning yarn isn't enough to sustain his addiction
- jim carroll/phosphorescent inspired trash hurhurr

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

I. Wolves
II. At Death, A Proclamation
III. Cocaine Lights

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

My mommy said I've got a predisposition for getting fucked up. She could feel it in the womb, maternal divination from ceramic bathtubs and juniper juice. And she used to tell me all the time, in cautionary tones and sagely fear, "you gotta keep yourself clean, Kira" --

but maybe she was right with her premonitions and maybe it was an inevitable prediction because he hands me a needle for my virgin veins and says "You gotta shoot the coke, Kira."

I think she knew the stuff under my skin was all methanol-induced poisons and she knew that I've got the same blood as him, the same gap-toothed smile, the same puppy eyes, the same will for getting into deep shit.

It's all snowy and white and glittery and numbing and crystal clear and I feel great when I eat it, or when I line it up and snort it in two long lines and then lots of little ones to last me through the night. I love it the way it is -- minus the dope fiend afterwards of course. But Oscar scoffs and says, "You need an IV, babe."

[L△LIA]

Gah, everything you write is just so beautiful.

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