It's been used on the street.
Used outside of the medical
profession.
Y'know, it's an altogether
new thing.
It can be even more important
than reading the bible.
Children as young as nine
are enlighted with ritual
consumption.
Student priests. Brainchildren.
A moshing chapel, a bouncing
church.
Holy orders have volunteered.
Five groups of four. Four groups of men.
With his eyes, he asked for
water, as deep as wells.
Brain unrooted, profound psyche.
What matters now? Dawns on me.
An experiment, an experiment.
What comes back? What expands?
Everyone that you meet.
The man, the man, the man.
Your duty is not over.
The surprise is:
the cross is the drug.
Sitar sounds and biting.
Chewing and *******
Swiss lips and big trips.
Explosions and headlines.
Brighter colours, paisley skies.
Giggling teens and sighs.
Spare ribs unite, yellow sweets.
All to do with round.
Monochromatic world turns to
dreaming and doing it all.
Everything, I can do it.
But It's all too much.
So many ties and looking to
your eyes.
Love shines and trombone slides.
Social liberations, my friend.
Feminism, it's for the doers.
Taxes, real worlds, living on it.
Escape is far worse.
Easy actions and breaking
through windows.
Use it proactively not as
recreation.
Same effect as a man getting it.
He feels it going.
Terribly uncomfortable, alone.
Escape is suicide. Lies, lies,
Exagerration, laws, again lies.
Too many idiots, not enough cooks,
Too many chefs, not enough books.
News is what has given particular
concerns with the true risks.
Mr. Illicit tells us the risks.
Accidents and Supermen and flies.
Don't believe in the invisible
trains and cars.
Mental Breakdowns are wonderful
only when it's dependant
upon the setting. Too much again.
Vortex of fear, darker sides.
Rolling and sadness.
Initially the experience was
as advertised. Ancient fossils live.
A new green, a new blue
New sunlight. A new shape.
Terrifying proportions if you
camp in the wrong field.
Lethargic pigs sliced and green.
Cartoon kinda monsters.
Hahahahahahahha, we've GOT YOU!
Negative, feelings, never again.
Secrets of the mind, they chase.
It's the mis-use. It's the bad.
It's the guilt, it's the right way
Only without respect.
The larger group,
it ruins everything for
everyone responsible. Why?
Why cant't you just ******* make
drinks illegal?
Why not cancer sticks? Sickening.
Leave love alone.
Afraid that there is more to
our doors, that haven't been opened.
Out of control? You are out of control.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
It's been used on the street.
Used outside of the medical
profession.
Y'know, it's an altogether
new thing.
It can be even more important
than reading the bible.
Children as young as nine
are enlighted with ritual
consumption.
Student priests. Brainchildren.
A moshing chapel, a bouncing
church.
Holy orders have volunteered.
Five groups of four. Four groups of men.
With his eyes, he asked for
water, as deep as wells.
Brain unrooted, profound psyche.
What matters now? Dawns on me.
An experiment, an experiment.
What comes back? What expands?
Everyone that you meet.
The man, the man, the man.
Your duty is not over.
The surprise is:
the cross is the drug.
Sitar sounds and biting.
Chewing and *******
Swiss lips and big trips.
Explosions and headlines.
Brighter colours, paisley skies.
Giggling teens and sighs.
Spare ribs unite, yellow sweets.
All to do with round.
Monochromatic world turns to
dreaming and doing it all.
Everything, I can do it.
But It's all too much.
So many ties and looking to
your eyes.
Love shines and trombone slides.
Social liberations, my friend.
Feminism, it's for the doers.
Taxes, real worlds, living on it.
Escape is far worse.
Easy actions and breaking
through windows.
Use it proactively not as
recreation.
Same effect as a man getting it.
He feels it going.
Terribly uncomfortable, alone.
Escape is suicide. Lies, lies,
Exagerration, laws, again lies.
Too many idiots, not enough cooks,
Too many chefs, not enough books.
News is what has given particular
concerns with the true risks.
Mr. Illicit tells us the risks.
Accidents and Supermen and flies.
Don't believe in the invisible
trains and cars.
Mental Breakdowns are wonderful
only when it's dependant
upon the setting. Too much again.
Vortex of fear, darker sides.
Rolling and sadness.
Initially the experience was
as advertised. Ancient fossils live.
A new green, a new blue
New sunlight. A new shape.
Terrifying proportions if you
camp in the wrong field.
Lethargic pigs sliced and green.
Cartoon kinda monsters.
Hahahahahahahha, we've GOT YOU!
Negative, feelings, never again.
Secrets of the mind, they chase.
It's the mis-use. It's the bad.
It's the guilt, it's the right way
Only without respect.
The larger group,
it ruins everything for
everyone responsible. Why?
Why cant't you just ******* make
drinks illegal?
Why not cancer sticks? Sickening.
Leave love alone.
Afraid that there is more to
our doors, that haven't been opened.
Out of control? You are out of control.
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