IF REALITY IS A PROJECTION OF THE MIND IS MY CAMERA BROKEN WHEN THE WORLD BLURS BEFORE MY EYES? What happens when I’M IN THE MIDDLE and the PERSPECTIVE SWITCHES? Happiness free from attachment, longing free from suffering? Not yet, but I’m trying.
Celebrex Lunesta Abilify Zoloft Prozac Acid… Mother’s on drugs again. Weed Crack Alcohol Oxy Vicadin Meth… Mother’s on drugs again. Cigarettes almost burn down our apartment landing in her lap, excess fat singed to the chair forever. Smell hair burned into my mind forever! I ran once, fuck this place. I’m not going back, I […]
Pomegranate thoughts drip from my mouth to the ears of a provolone-ly moon-faced man with gaping wisdom-tooth-sized-cavities with roots deep in impracticalities. Like: the inevitable nature of sleep and dreams, my pillow sours. A flushed cheek turns cool wondering at the thing, the monster lurking near the drinking glass… a tinge of a dream that […]