dirty_mary_jane mytwohands dirty mary-jane; i hardly know you, once again, now that my mind is clear and sane. i only remember a constant feeling-- sex and desire; laughs and games. stories long forgotten as im healing and suffering from all ive changed. dirty mary-jane; i hardly know you, once again, only distant memories-- a boy between my legs amidst a moan of resounding ecstacy; or a group of friends atop a mountain view of the sea as i scream that im going to fly away with the breeze. dirty mary-jane; oh how you made me believe that in you'd i'd find a happiness that would outlast my days of smoking weed. but it seems you've fooled me once again, because in my week of soberity, ive found that once i leave your home my problems run back to me. i suppose it's time for me to learn that no matter how far i run or how quickly i flee; the pain that's always been there has no hope of leaving me. no green rose or magic herb will cure the things ive seen: drowning lives and murderous lies all before eighteen. 050601 what's it to you? who go blather from