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Lysergic acid diethylamide
She reached over and pulled a morning after pill out her purse and lit me a cigarette.
There were versions of things going on outside but none could
get a foothold on our positioning.
We had shelter underground and carpets that weren't shagged.
There was a night when a young girl
was reclining in a chair and she
lifted her long slender leg and looked at me.
Her acid soaked eyes were black and beautiful
looking not just at me but in me.
"Steel pole bathtub.", she said
in a voice that can only be described as
a universe full of warriors screeching to a halt.
She looked beautiful to me.
Her black and white
striped tights and dilated pupils
were there and shining.
Ray Mitchell Strickland Jr.
September 23,2010
