A drunken fiesta a financial crisis a wayne carey this is me waking up in a dumpster filled with landmines shouting out profanity. This is a reminder to my self and my future self excluding my parallel self of a war between logic and a super fun happy slide. I confront an ocean of poison and freestyle my way towards an elusive horizon only to sink into the depths of pressure where the mind shrinks and becomes a species of Pygmy. This small minded individual scales walls to disguise his inability to walk, like spider man his kryptonite is Mary Jane, his Mary Jane is euphoria yet his demise.
Reaching the point of no return a soldier combats his fears negotiating with wicked gray matter like enemies in love the two bicker as if the bitch took everything she even took the ice cubes. Minus one ear lobe the warrior succumbs to the melodic rhythms of Hypnotic produced by the black dead Jaba. I confess my chemicals to the dying and they agree to leave this world. The void remains in the two chambers empty red and blue I longed for affection of the living, its a catch 22 and a throw 19 to live is to die and dying is living.
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