"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can."
black and blue...
or a million shades of grey..
life trapped in a kaliedoscope..
prisoner of a psychedelic breath.
Caustic pain covered with plastic smiles;
tears are the treasures of scintillating eyes;
song of the soul, smothered'
by musings of my mind.
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