I’ve been gathering my thoughts and marking the boxes vacant
I’ve been preparing for a translucent visualization
A gift from my imaginary visionary
My gigantic orb of pleasure
Resisting temptation
To further my unpleasant occupation
Your semaphoring my attention with negative depiction
(hold up, pause I’m starved of tar and nicotine(pause, pondering a thought) why does every high
have a negative side effect, God’s tasteful irony(no baby I’m not high)ha ha)
A constant kon’flikt’
Euphoria at its best
I’m confused but uplifted at the same fucking time
Dam nigga I wish I was high
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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