10 August | The Dopamine Hit · 10 of 11
Party Boy? Bit Part Boy?DISCO time.Watch me fly.Sparkly rave—Crystals scatter,floor burns.
Party Girl, Mosh Pit Girl,hackled laugh, bloodless glare.Ice-o-lated.Immolated.Sequins tight.Booze hits hard.Not enough.
A shade approaches—holds a pill.Fuse-lit rider,slayer.Swallow hard.That's just fire.
Neon dark.Strobing sting.Crack—it's a kick.Mirrors up,head down.Speedballing
Neon stumbles in the street.Acrid taste.Eyes detonate.It all hits.Gutter bed.Stagger sick.Apocalypse.
Truth cuts deepNeedle stickSirens Sounddoctors noteout of headhead outside.
Corner roadman,bleeding gumsdoesn't matter8-ball beats.
Wake Up.That's life.Party on.Disco grief.
The beat dissolvesHope disconnects.No hope now.No hope.No.Hope.Beat Gone.