Oh, the songs.
Yes. I used to write songs. And they were all really, really bad. Half Lita Ford, half Diane Warren; clearly I didn't know if I wanted to rock out or croon ballads. Oh, man, that stuff is dreadful.
But y'know what? I could probably sell it all to American Idol. *laugh* It would be right up their alley.
Next file - poetry.
Specifically, speed poetry.
One of the things crystal meth does is make you really, really prolific. I would sit at my typewriter for 48 hours straight, churning out poem after poem after story after poem.
They all sucked, mind you. But there were lots of them.
Will go look at stories after my nap. So tired. I leave you with one fragment I liked...
It used to take a virgin sacrifice, you know -
now it just takes a heart.
Oh, any heart -
grind them down enough and they're all the same.