I think a black cat crossed my wires and cast me the evil eye it may have fucked with my mojo but I don’t seem to mind coz there’s turmoil in my pockets and gear on every corner I have time enough to burn and the urge is something fierce
all I need is a dab to lubricate my illusion and liberate my ego I
lost faith in my identity and
confidence in my face I’m just a
slab of ancient mutton well past my sell by date I’m
totally out of contention and no longer play that game
I‘ve become a jelly man neck
deep in heavy dope author of a
comfortable oblivion myopically forgetful empty headed and exempt rendered
completely harmless through drug induced psychosis and
I’m easy with that vibe but only when
I’m high
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