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Latest verse for a topical battle I did on LA. Topic was:
"You take lsd at a carnival and cant differentiate the trip from reality. Share your experience." __________________________________________________ ______________ I entered the gates.. - hallucinations produce amazement tracers crawl the floors causing duplications retinas injected with the spectrum - plumes of radiance as the past seems to shatter while the future's painted I watch as the present floats off into the vagueness.. ..telescopes give petty quotes to true creation this epic gloam's an exit post for who can trade in heavy souls against the ropes for lubrication I stagger past a man attacking ducks that produce payments and dancers clad in facts like "if you suck, become outrageous" their movements seem to ripple through the rides' illuminations waltzing to the waltzers.. - silent foolish maidens a group engages.. - all eyes the size of frisbees they mouthed aggressive questions, I lied until quiz ceased I split streets with strides to try to find a fit scene til in triumph I retired through a door lit up by big screens.. I encountered pillars embraced by a thousand figures .. how they linger in this house of mirrors .. shrouded pictures held in place by rounded fixtures faces staring back through countless winters my fingers drown my vision so I get eidetic image streams that flow like mountain rivers.. - unfettered liquid dreams lucid pools of red & blue behind my eyelids but the darkness drips in despite my fighting.. I regain myself to escape this mental inception the light of the room reduces the devil's projections a mistake - I head to the centre of the congestion but this is too soon for such existential self-reflection.. I see my head shrunk, then it dissipates as I move past my legs come up to my face; I spin around the room - trapped.. next my neck pops back up through my shoulders and mephistopheles has flexed my pupils to boulders.. .. I'm soulless .. I feel the black peel back the visuals til a mass blank canvas & the mirrors are residual I'm face to face with the faceless, my mind produces diction: "I was eighteen. You killed me. I am your victim."
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Tearing up vets, shouting abuse Don’t respect my elders, I drowned 'em in the Fountain of Youth |
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