supersonic
Bluelighter
Mechanically speaking I could be having a bigger party then a coma patient dopped up on valum. But then again, at least condition of physicallity would explain, my mescaline induced state. Not enough K's in the hole I'm droppin in. And oh if it was a drug at least I know it would go away. But you don't ever stay do you? Oh incessent ticks of joy. Oh do I ever flounder in this net of tuna, you wrap up for me. Snap THERE I GO, DOWN FOR ALL TO SEE, lift me up up way up there, HAD I JUMPED HIGH ENOUGH? HAD I BROKE THE BARRIERS OF THE SOUND OF SPEED RUNNING THREW MY Veins? OH wretched vile emotion cling to me ever so frequently like a lad in a swarm of wasps. Oh circumstance always circumvent, the circumference, of the Rays of sunshine that ever so pleasently pass by.
