And as it was I would just sit there racking up lines, wacked out of my fucking gourd, ideas spinning wildly in my head, most of which were far too inconceivable to capture.
Posturing loosely with a guitar barefoot and cross legged , idly smoking a cigarette and periodically hot knifing oil
I would wander into some sort of ecstatic trance ignoring the distant cold guided only by the gentle meanderings of my guitar and the hissing glow of the torch.
I went out into the dark sea of mind searching for some strange revelation lurking in the depths of creation.
Other times I would wake up and stagger into the bathroom like some dull eyed demon, a weary zombie drifting through dementia
Posturing loosely with a guitar barefoot and cross legged , idly smoking a cigarette and periodically hot knifing oil
I would wander into some sort of ecstatic trance ignoring the distant cold guided only by the gentle meanderings of my guitar and the hissing glow of the torch.
I went out into the dark sea of mind searching for some strange revelation lurking in the depths of creation.
Other times I would wake up and stagger into the bathroom like some dull eyed demon, a weary zombie drifting through dementia
