From turning my eyes, from small to big pupil I snorted that psychedelic drug from nostril again i zoomed out the big world from my head remembering my part is still there to represent but i dont want to speak them no more in this reck society i don't wanna live no more .
and whenever i tried to do something for this world it returned me nothing so i don't believe now i'am oohkay living. :)
Twenty years in the fast lane, speeding was ecstacy at the time. Sweet heady bubbles of coke, buzzing at feeding. No softeners added, lemon or lime. My therapy, my medication.
******, my mind on a long vacation. Knowing this time would one day arrive. My restless legs, my tired insides. My not so central nervous system, twitching fingers, flickering eyes. This to me is no surprise. My therapy, now my reprise.