fairest maiden watcher of the skieswhile I wrote this I was so highon that tropical grass that knocks you on your assoh phisher of the skies and creator of alibisgive me a simile to communicate the feelings I need to say.  It’s the mushroom tea, the pint of lean, and all this ****, that keeps recalling the collective unconscious of my childhood memoriesand it makes me see the path in front of me and the relationships that made me what I am. A man that can’t be soberdue to the decisions I’ve made latelyits plain to see that this ecstasy has made me quite stupid.its like a mountain breeze that moves through youlike the good vibrations humans create while love makingyou waltz across my mindo’ keeper of timeascending towards the stratosphere you glidegently back to earth to find a pipe loaded just right packed fat and wide as SPM’s chromed our spinnersplatinum grill and plasma screens fallin’ I dream for serendipity to overcome me while im covered in your ecstasy