Archive for February, 2018

mural

Rally around all you schizoid losers and deluded users

Know truly illusion, delusion, confusion

Take each step proudly like someone who knows their own mind

Eat the pill

Until DMT day dreams manifest fields of flame and compassionate atmospheres

Floating free on winds of self-satisfaction

Meeting with aliens in conspiracies of shadows

Depth sounded depravity echoes through cortex

Corrupts beautifully like a shot of purest thai white

A hit of heavenly torpor

Getting with the flow of what nobody knows

Panics of paranoia will not confabulate my deconstructed chic

Or make me feel weak

Lost or lonely

Don’t decay- I’m not dead yet

Don’t fade like evening light

Let my neurons settle and be in each moment

Let my spine align in perfect posture

Focus on the good stuff

Let the bad thoughts pass by.

 

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suburbia

Take me promenading through the provincial apex of your delusions

Break me into porcelain pieces with desperate purpose

Slake my thirst for nothing with your wise words

And always try to remember what really matters

Out among suburban streets where everyone is just trying to get ahead

And some are showing off their ill-gotten gains

And some are losing their houses

And some are having group sex

And some are growing dope

And some are cooking meth

Not in my house

But sometimes I’d wander down the streets in search of wastoids

Hang out in parks with cheap wine and weed

Being a disreputable youth

It was an out-there time

Until the cops came over

Then it was a real bummer