The results of my search to answer the mysteries of life through drug use are in : years lost, nothing answered, and an arduous return to sanity ahead of me.
It's an illegal form of expression. My ego is in my hand. The truth is bleeding. Through me water. Do I exist at all? Change the curtains. Technicolor. The t.v. isn't even on. Know the answers. Play word power. I don't fear god. I'm god. Reckon I follow past perceptions. This evil is kind. I crave much more monsters. They can't kill me. Created this world I'm in. My head's in trouble. I have no structure. The absence of time. I'm insane. I'm in the basement. To you no meaning. I speak in tongues. You're blind. Intense verbal miscommunication. offended ahead of time and fell dumb. surrounding all things. connecting all things. One's for the other and two's for the same. Three's for the sickness I've spread along. Four's for the sorrow and five's for the pain. Six is the image I've bent beyond. Seven isn't stable and eight's on the way and nine's for the fervor that keeps me on and ten's for not liking what I have become and ten's for not liking what I have become.
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