an extremely pleasing sensation of affection all over my entire body,
"please, sister morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams"
seeing the sinister side in my infamous dance,
downing a mescaline drink in front of a television camera,
i told my interviewer that between the beginning
and end of my next sentence, i am going to be gone for a long, long time
a universal impulse, sipping a latte on ave. a,
or chewing betel nuts in an indonesian marketplace,
depressed, forever shifting the lady of grace’s state of consciousness to get through the day
a blonde woman seems to be looking for the pearly gates in my eyes, the caution signs plastered all around my unfinished framework are a sure give-away
unleashed passions, it does not, to be honest,
sound so bad, on many a christmas list this year,
a lifestyle of excess, or of desperation
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