Man, I'm really on Cloud 9 tonight ... (if ya know what I mean) *wink wink*
I wonder if I shoulda taken that last hit ? heheheheh ...
Here's a poem I wrote this evening .. well about 5 minutes ago when I was (not to say I'm NOT now) high.
-ahem-
Howling like an ape of monstrosity
Pallid moon looms like a sinister sentinel
Cross hangs bloodied and reflects the glow
Primate lingers and languishes
His brain had congealed
The “P”ower of cults and masses
And of suggestion proven potent
Deluge of useless banter and dogma
A conflagration fuelled by fiction
And superstition
Centuries the apes wallowed in the pages
Mind became ice, curdled in fear
Fear of freedom and fear of themselves
Cross hovers and injects into childhood
Strained and adapted, parasite
Fuck the delusion in which you are cradled
Realize you're the man of monkey like the rest
You have no concept of reality
Don't you realize that no one hears your nocturnal plees?
Don't you know that fairy tales aren't real?
-end-
Thoughts ? Opinions? Boos ? Curses ? Hate mail ? Love at first sight ? Gimme feedback .. be gentle .. I was high. heheh ..
Man .. I'm gonna look at this tomorrow and be like .. "woah .. what the hell ? ..man, I got some friggin' issues ...!"
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.