As I lied around yesterday rubbing my stomach and staring at the sky I thought about the colors; the wonderful, wonderful colors… and how amazing this feeling is inside my stomach… this pain, the acid sloshing around against the lining. Corrosion. The thick, beautiful, creamy nicotine filled smoke from my rolled cigarette dances across my hand and upper arm. I can fell myself breathing in the poison. The exhale feels like the Holy Spirit is passing through me; the inhale of fresh air reminds me the strange cloaked man when I was four coming into my room… I flinched. Casting the thoughts of that bastard out of my brain.
It is quickly forgotten.
Everything is blank.
I connect with the breathing earth. I touch her breasts and her lips slowly with my finger tips. All her little imperfections seem so beautiful, until the piles of flaws stack up so high I can barely breathe. Koom-Bya My Lord! Your Earth repulses me today!
A plane passes overhead. The exhaust tail evaporates into the green-blue sky. The vomitous blue-green sky. And the mangy, decapitated bodies who sit aboard their “futures”, their lies, their smiles, their damned bloody shoes! The happy, loving soon-to-be-husband and wife sit in their living room playing with their goddamn children. They laugh and smile and touch each other. Their sweat sickens me. Their joy is the bane on all that fucking peacock’s existance. Where the hell did the peacock come from? Never the less, the peacock can not even stand to stalk us anymore from its brambleberry bush. He clucks his faggot feet from the bush and he realizes that his lover has already relocated to a circus clown. The poor, damn faggot peacock! No one shall ever love him.
Everything looks so pretty from where I lay. My perfect spot in the sun, lying on the cold, hard ground. I feel like a fun ball of yarn. I begin to roll out. Who shall put me back in a tight little ball? Who shall give me to the little tabby cat who plays with your morning coffee cup? Who will make me coffee tomorrow? I want the world I see to be given to you… but you are not a person that can be identified. I want YOU to see the world through MY EYES. I see it all perfectly. At least as perfectly as I desire it. Can’t you just experience this?
I am ready now to find this love, companion, family, mutual experience.
The high subsides.
Damn mushrooms.
Why can’t we start the movie?
Boredom is odious.
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That’s pretty sad, bro.
drugs can be fun… bum cheeks and time frames.
but not sad at all really.