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Silly psylocibn cubenisis words
writing this feels rotten at the moment but who cares live a little a blathering blather skyte blows like a chimney and it hits me like a truckload of spoiled onions where do i go from stance melting my times essence love can pass abruptly like a spiring moose sunshine inuendo speckled across frowning smiles I listen to the Beatles Love album ritualistically when I do mushrooms, theres a limbo somtimes whether I wonder if I'm just sick or tripping balls my guitar is electric and cobalt blue new strings ring like bells with sustained love Can I have some of your glue so the sparkles can stay and shine on I love the high fi sound Excersie persistance in the babbling tone but why why why? why do? Don't leave me standing in a puddle of sorrow green worlds can't meld the brillance of the landscape across your hair hidden lashes to clean and be wound I wish I could be your shiny new pocket watch so you can check the time to see what endeavor comes up on your plate breathe a little my friend Yesterdays infinite silence recounts my pine spent longing, just as i do now, I bet your beautiful; and I bet you try somtimes not as much as you should but thats okay at least you've nudged the rock The music comes like slow mellow sweet dripping honey falling delicately against the pane of my ear glasses You hear? are you here...here you are Abundance in the muscle memory for each of loves unesscessary movements where times float amongst the fibers Their might not be enough power to shut off the id. Don't worry silly soul laugh and imagine clouds dancing just for the letter U time lapse, lapses across every sequential philandering plane the beauty of your unseen glow illuminates the back light of my eyes Their is all grey today but their is no grey today I'd like to be under the sea in octopuses garden in the shade the music speaks, I agree He wants to die at 33 like Chris Farelly & John Belushi. But he's no speedball freak, he tells me the sun is going to explode 2016, we'll see. Black on over blue Hell I'd say today tomorrow but never yesterday Today will be my yesterday when the rays have used up that light Just a jester light is love lightly looking like lollygaggiong loons oh my! manuvers turn, capsize my boat of sorrows and the like.I lean back and take it in and think about the wanderers that roll around my rustic toad trail hmm.. toad supposed to be road fix it and delete this. no not happening back off charlie, leave it alone and let the hounddog sniff the spaces between spaces.
The Affectation of Mushrooms
Mushrooms seem to be topical entities this month on pp. R they in the news? Did Joplin drop 'em, Whitney? Winehouse? I like 'em on salad. These are exquisite corpse fungi, "...between the spaces of the spaces..." Watch out now! - Just Bein' Allets
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Your right...
Now that I recollect, I have recently read articles about mushrooms & the effects on PTSD, also on being able to grow new brain cells? That would be something. These imparticular mushrooms were not very powerful, there was still a wonderful sense of elation, with a lovely floating vibrational body buzz making emotion conveyed through music quite sensational, but not potent enough to "shut down" the ego. Which is what I was hoping for. But if that happend, I wonder what I would have wrote then. Probably not much, cause I would Turned on, tuned in then, well you know. Thanks for a word.
You R Well Come
When I write poetry again, I will write of mushrooms - b well, Just Bein' Lady A