My best friend with whom I ate the weed before I left the city sends me a meme about when ur trying to have a conversation but then the edibles kick in and I feel so much love...
while I am a river whose loss is building a whole new canyon in the mountain of myself....
i want you to relax close the third eye silence your sixth sense drop your weapons forget the future for the moment...
— and that chair? — that chair is mine, I sit on it — and the sun? — everything is mine because I say so...
andy was disgusted with joseph’s use of felt and wax and just the whole viscosity of his poetry. his whole haptic thing....
you tuck yourself into bed and that thing you do with your face feels like a penny on the sidewalk of everywhere it feels like extinction...
CHLOE HAS LOCATED, from a very young age by way of crying all night into her dusty pillow, the pearl of her consciousness, and from what she imagines as a kid at the back of her mind, it almost looks like a real pearl....
You mention the thing about atoms, and I recognise what you are saying. It’s true. Nothing can ever really feel anything else. I reach out, regardless. Fuck....
the manual says i got to love myself, but when i jerk off the spell breaks and i don't love myself no more. back to the garden for mandrake and pinfeathers from a dark bird....