We rode white lightning across state lines
To a little town in the mountains over the tainted river
Where the entire strip is full of bars
Buzzing barflys hoping from tavern to tavern
It was mid day in broad daylight
We found the place
A hole in the wall
You would only be able find it if you were actually looking
Solvent Reflections
It was called
We went down the stairs, passed the wooden Native American at the front entrance
A marvelous collection of glass implements
Colorful fabrics and alluring smells
A man came out from behind a beaded curtain
Eyes glazed and a zonked out look on his face
"Right this way"
He showed us the assortment of extracts
We chose the middle way
Purchased twenty scented sticks
Descended from the mountain
To a sketchy out post
We fought a pool shark
While waiting for the evening to come
Our friends had come out to play with us
To the market for brightly colored cans of caffeine and ethanol
Torches lit and music playing
We sat in a circle
We opened the little brown vile
Releasing the leaves of deeper knowledge
We put in the vessel of self-exploration
Put fire to it and inhaled
Immediately she ran to the highest point to admire the art the moon and stars had fashioned on the black and blue firmament
His head became a cardboard box
And his body began to look like wicker
I was somewhere between an animated reality
And a three dimensional fantasy
My friend went on a cruise upon a swaying pirate ship
And found his face under the word "fabulous" on every single page of his dictionary
Then saw himself in a magical grassland
But then we stopped and stood in awe
Of the mighty Cricket Lord
Within ten minutes it came to an end
Our voices hoarse from laughter
Lets go again
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
We rode white lightning across state lines
To a little town in the mountains over the tainted river
Where the entire strip is full of bars
Buzzing barflys hoping from tavern to tavern
It was mid day in broad daylight
We found the place
A hole in the wall
You would only be able find it if you were actually looking
Solvent Reflections
It was called
We went down the stairs, passed the wooden Native American at the front entrance
A marvelous collection of glass implements
Colorful fabrics and alluring smells
A man came out from behind a beaded curtain
Eyes glazed and a zonked out look on his face
"Right this way"
He showed us the assortment of extracts
We chose the middle way
Purchased twenty scented sticks
Descended from the mountain
To a sketchy out post
We fought a pool shark
While waiting for the evening to come
Our friends had come out to play with us
To the market for brightly colored cans of caffeine and ethanol
Torches lit and music playing
We sat in a circle
We opened the little brown vile
Releasing the leaves of deeper knowledge
We put in the vessel of self-exploration
Put fire to it and inhaled
Immediately she ran to the highest point to admire the art the moon and stars had fashioned on the black and blue firmament
His head became a cardboard box
And his body began to look like wicker
I was somewhere between an animated reality
And a three dimensional fantasy
My friend went on a cruise upon a swaying pirate ship
And found his face under the word "fabulous" on every single page of his dictionary
Then saw himself in a magical grassland
But then we stopped and stood in awe
Of the mighty Cricket Lord
Within ten minutes it came to an end
Our voices hoarse from laughter
Lets go again
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