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wandering in the west wonderland of the east coast of  psychedelia along the northern coast of a southern island I came to  the perception of me as a scorpion tail held high prancing venomously striking the hand  that fed me along the willowing trails of honey nectar the rainbow sailing sailboats in sun colors glistening the breathing cloud skies of blue gold right next to a godlike creature sat I tail up telling tales with poison assed consequences, making promises like a politician was a bad trip then , until, I saw  bodhisattva sipping brandy and being just him along side a unicorn on a hill outside Hollywood I took his hand his discipline his calm his realm now mine. He gratefully shared. Now this was my kind of dude. I waited around and he melted away and ten vestile virgins appeared in his wake. Each more beautiful than I can say. And we ate strawberries and flew in the sky wingless partied on shortcake and cream and I was happy once. A beautiful dream a memorable trip. It opened my eyes. My senses cleansed. I  try to live just like that. Imaging Nirvana again, every day
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
imaging Nirvana
wandering in the west wonderland of the east coast of  psychedelia along the northern coast of a southern island I came to  the perception of me as a scorpion tail held high prancing venomously striking the hand  that fed me along the willowing trails of honey nectar the rainbow sailing sailboats in sun colors glistening the breathing cloud skies of blue gold right next to a godlike creature sat I tail up telling tales with poison assed consequences, making promises like a politician was a bad trip then , until, I saw  bodhisattva sipping brandy and being just him along side a unicorn on a hill outside Hollywood I took his hand his discipline his calm his realm now mine. He gratefully shared. Now this was my kind of dude. I waited around and he melted away and ten vestile virgins appeared in his wake. Each more beautiful than I can say. And we ate strawberries and flew in the sky wingless partied on shortcake and cream and I was happy once. A beautiful dream a memorable trip. It opened my eyes. My senses cleansed. I  try to live just like that. Imaging Nirvana again, every day
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
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