so last night i was abusing some salvia... and it was abusing me back... and after a bit i decided seven am was a fine time to go to bed, but my brain would let me. so i wrote some stuff down.
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my beautiful laser
all of you beautiful disguises
wholly impromptu
messing with you
and your golden lips
thunder in the window panes
close your eyes it looks like rain
it is
sashay beautifully
open wide, superstition
fuck the train's
left the station
hide
..........................
it's not a premonition
you're just seeing
with eyes clogged with heroin
sit
the thunder is the messanger
everybody cover now
blow up the palm tree on the left
the other left
witness the mushroom
and the great escape
one man says
"you're dong it wrong"
see?
i left 'messanger' like that because that's how i spelled it on the paper. i thought it was interesting. mess and anger.
he undresses
supernatural being
mine
he's tired
the world inside his eyes a fright
he's wired
panic baby up all night
he's stoned
coming off a trip
like a flock of feathered doves
ocean call
the demon on his shoulder
says it all
baby's made of whipped cream
super flight, super dream
everything about him soft as him
under the blanket
he keeps warm
he keeps so warm
they can't know how i adore
it's such a wondering moment
in time
superhuman and he's mine
superhuman and he's mine
i thought 'soft as him' bore commenting. for some reason my brain wouldn't put any other word. it seemed the only way. i put 'down' and then crossed it out because it felt wrong. because it wasn't 'soft as down' it was 'soft as him'. and him was me. apparently i'm even more narcissistic when i'm high XD