Jan 2013

Crushed up light bulbs,
inhaling glass
because fuck man,
whatever gets you high.
Although often,
it just makes you low.
chop , tap
You're off to neverland,
for a few hours
'till all the pixie dust is used up
and you are just a
shaking sweating infant
waiting to be fed.
They say getting high,
doesn't make you trip,
it widens your vision,
and allows more information
and light
to enter your skull
Dilated pupils
it opens your
third eye
they say.
Maybe thats why
the world looks so much better
after a few lines

Megan Eileen
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Megan Eileen
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