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The plane takes my mind, But leaves my body on the ground. Cartwheels dance across my screen, It’s creativity that I’ve found. My body begins to melt From the inhale of the smoke. The joint slips out of my hands, And floats down the Roanoke. I don’t know where I am, Nor what I am perceiving. I look to my left with paranoia, Everything that I view is deceiving. The thump of my heart Steadily floods into my ears. The activation of the amygdala Nearly brings me to tears. I bring my attention To the seam of my pants. But the floor is turning into cheese… What if there are ants! I think of a tune That always seems to calm me down. Queue the classical bluegrass, I begin to drown. I need to get back inside, I wonder if I smell. Three hours have passed, And I’m high as hell.
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Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC
High
The plane takes my mind, But leaves my body on the ground. Cartwheels dance across my screen, It’s creativity that I’ve found. My body begins to melt From the inhale of the smoke. The joint slips out of my hands, And floats down the Roanoke. I don’t know where I am, Nor what I am perceiving. I look to my left with paranoia, Everything that I view is deceiving. The thump of my heart Steadily floods into my ears. The activation of the amygdala Nearly brings me to tears. I bring my attention To the seam of my pants. But the floor is turning into cheese… What if there are ants! I think of a tune That always seems to calm me down. Queue the classical bluegrass, I begin to drown. I need to get back inside, I wonder if I smell. Three hours have passed, And I’m high as hell.
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katelivesay
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC
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