Good music I see
Beautiful sex I taste on my tongue
Wonderful photographs I listen to
Perfect fragrance my skin feels
Nostalgic meals my nostrils inhale till my stomach is as tight as pink matter
I'm in a realm
Where there is no such thing as Indian hemp
Here there is no such thing as a clothing hem
The lion's mane is made of leaves
Trees have no stem
Strawberries bleed
Men release sap
We cross pollinate here
That's our own coitus
Semen is for the Oak trees
For right here, men sting honeybees
No one knows this place
It's my own revelation
This is a wonderful trip
The hooker just gave me a tip
But trust me, it was just the tip
Wake the fuck up!!
It's a bloody hallucination!!!
"Oh hey Mr Popo!!"
"Cuff me already"
"A DUI?"
"No I don't need a lawyer?"
"The fuck do you mean?"
The trip is over and I find myself
Find myself behind bars
Find myself without a cellphone
Find myself naked on the bare floor
I turned 19 yesterday
I'm hella fucked up now
All because of a pill
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BIPOLAR SPIFF
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