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Open Mic Right?

Crazy?

Maybe, or at least so you say to me

Hazy days phase me?

You've got a ***** loose not me.

 

Drugs?

Sure, my baseline state is baked

Do I struggle to concentrate?

My visions another vibration yet

 

shrugs

Where others quest in dreams

I've long allready been

Where acid whispers plans

Who asks just where they began

When mushroom people walk with you

Do you ask them?

Who they're walking with too?

 

****

No, I walk with the vision.

I speak with the venom

Cuz I fear no evil

Not in past or in present

why do you?

Are you some kinda fool?

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Written by
john-b
28 / M / American
Published
Jun 11, 2020
Lines·Words
23·104
Notes

Don't imply an insult, that's foolish.

"Demons can't stand scorn"

Paraphrased from CSL in the preface to Screwtape Letters

Were you a fool?

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