I sat a jestered silence as i waited to unfold; into Geometric boundries in a convoluted world; I sit, in my cell that is called my room, in the jail that is called the universe: a place that has no meaning, and a place that drips of darkness, and a place as dry as the sahara. There was no then or when or was, only now. The tunes that warped on, detatched and dismayed from their rhythmic origin; Spoken like a voice to a willing bunch of fans, and out of time; it skewed my mind. When all is now and now is all, and tomorrow feels as fleeting as the dust on a distant shore, what is death? The taste was sickly sweet, and bitter to the base, and it hung there crawling up inside my neck. At one point she crawled back out. But i had taken from her all that i could, though spent and gone. . i just wrote it and thought i would share, about my recent experiment
I can agree with you, headymoechick, it is a weird drug. I can sort of relate, too, since I've been "there" a couple of times myself. I don't really care for DXM. It makes me feel uncomfortable in my own body. I feel frail, weak, cold, and disturbed when I'm on it. I still prefer a good warm thc buzz when I can, tho cheers