i just ate two benzedre inhalers. 500mg of propylhexedrine. i am in love with you. with everything, and connected to the various lights emanating from your skull. OK, I must just write, something, it is something that I must do. The world is a circle full of risks embedded in a shell this shell is an icon's disaster for dreams come true. They cycle infinite amounts pressure for the corporate conglomerates and they steal your money during a trip to wet dream induced nightmares, fluid running from your skull, your penis Oh God! The conglomerate government hording machine is after me pelt it with eggs, don't bow down, be a circus freak anything! "Its all over, it has dissapeared, we are free.." We sit in the concrete grass garden staring down snails who look curiously like snakes with tea shades and the guy who played Pink in the Wall? What was I thinking, is it not a turn coming on?! I think the beautiful goddess of Ahw Beautiful, floating feathery, loving all I love her she exists as a dream but manifests herself in the garden i can't seem to hate her, her euphoria inducing beauty Is an ode to a time long lost, she hates me in that way "Doesn't nostalgia really feel good but it's an opiate, addictive?' Filtered thoughts coming through once and for all, again is it this, that and me it is a cross dressed bear of high proportions 'bating his junk... on junk I miss my old place, whence the place was more than a place but I can't seem to find my way back to cry, to cry once again, try to imagine "Imagine there is no heaven, living life in peace." Good 'ole John Lennon such a lovely philosophy. I'm affecting my writing, am I? Yes, I believe I am The big corporation government funded machine won't be back, not for even a snack. I'm going now LISTEN TO JETHRO TULL.