ok

I sat a jestered silence
as i waited to unfold;
into Geometric boundries
in a convoluted world;

I sit, in my cell that is called my room,
in the jail that is called the universe:
a place
that has no meaning,

and a place that drips of darkness,
and a place as dry as the sahara.
There was no then or when or was,
only now.

The tunes that warped on, detatched
and dismayed from their rhythmic origin;
Spoken like a voice to a willing bunch of fans,
and out of time;
it skewed my mind.

When all is now and now is all,
and tomorrow feels as fleeting as
the dust on a distant shore,
what is death?

The taste was sickly sweet, and
bitter to the base, and it hung there
crawling up inside my neck.

At one point she crawled back out.
But i had taken from her
all that i could,
though spent
and gone.

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i just wrote it and thought i would share,
about my recent experiment

 

An enigma to me. Haunting though, what was the experiment?

 

dxm

 

dont try to understand it, feel it

 

I like it man.

 

that's cool. DXM is a weird drug.

were you thinking of anything in particular while writing that?

 

The point of reference is helpful. I didn't mention I liked it? I think it is haunting.

 

I can agree with you, headymoechick, it is a weird drug. I can sort of relate, too, since I've been "there" a couple of times myself. I don't really care for DXM. It makes me feel uncomfortable in my own body. I feel frail, weak, cold, and disturbed when I'm on it.

I still prefer a good warm thc buzz when I can, tho
cheers