Fine Art student party in the nineties
Innovative art on the walls
They might all end up unemployed but they know how to party
Everyone was on acid
Gold keys
And there was a back room with glowing star stickers
So you could pretend you were God looking out over the universe.
I started to freak out
And saw a thousand foot high monster with hundreds and hundreds of eyes
The fear set in
Paranoia crawled up my spine for a while
But then I mellowed out a bit
And had a good time
The trick
Is never to think
I shouldn’t have taken that fucking trip