blame it on the last generation
blame it on the elderly
blame it on drugs or medicine
or on some imagined divinity
blame it on spirits
or blame it on corpses
blame it on anyone
you can ever hope to imagine
blame is the way we feel powerful
we sold them our blood
in order to feel magical
strategies awaken
the ones who are enlightened
are often the most ashamed to admit it
whats the sake of dying
if you haven’t felt ecstatic
i am blindly living
high as a rat on acid
sad and fantastically gorgeous
sordid and morbid
fornicating with dead dust
and rusted retrospectives
self-selected gardenias
dance in diamond studded patterns
rings of saturn and blue veins drift
from synapse to synapse
a synergy of solipsism
the solution to the illusion is within our
inebriation
its ******* traction in the static electricity we dance with