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take a bottle. 13 february 1999. drink it down. pass it around. warm tummy. psilocybin. insight, paranoia, anxiety. impaired mental state. is where my mind states.. extraordinaaary. bwoo sings with the best of 'em. i'm the lyrical gangster. i have stood here before & my sheets are dripping wet. hanging on plywood aren't we special now. it's a blur of pinks & reds & purples & blues. it's a slash of yellow & a screw of orange. the liquid drips, oozes down. lick it off your skin, bite down hard. drizzle.. mm.. large bubbles, hard rain. chilling. just a plink & a little drop. turn around in circles & slope down into a pile. if you complain once more. you go ahead, i'm all right. it's full of oxygen in a world of CFCs. choloro-floro. you're resting. seep down the sides, slide down the wall. open up your skull. hang over the side & stick to the cement. because i asked you not to. it's something out of toys. it's the beginning of a new box, a creation, a representation. if you hold your head just right.. no no no yes. right there. mhm. that's the way i see you. this is where i saw it. this is where it was. the floor isn't saturated. maybe he wasn't able. only two steps. crisp clean rumbling rumors. stop churning, burning, frothing in my membrane, narco, narco.. chill towards the tips. wooden floors. click click. fleshy tips, it can't rain much when the sun is out. thwarp down on your back, one hundred lifts. coining good deals, everything is real stashed in a back room. turn the handle & pull out the famous book by nabakov. uh huh. yeah. c'mon. whatcha want to do. bliiiiiiiiiip. splash. coated, should have wiped while i could still see the three. it's not an eight & the pearly metals are too big to keep you from getting away. if i lie down on this track & my back becomes a pie chart for a vibrant fluorescent, would they roll me over & call me on the twenty-four hour help line. break the fucking bond & i will choke you with it. wailing isn't going to get you anywhere any faster. churning, yellow lights, blink on blink. oh, lord, let's do this. please make everything stop.. slow the signs, stop for signals, indicate with lights. if i back you up against a wall & press my mouth against yours will you breathe in through your nose or tighten your grip on the scruff of my neck. here my call. mechanism. |
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