Some Old Shit I Stumbled Upon

[Boredom]

nervousness clutches it's talons into the pit of my stomach
it's the first time dropping,word on the street it's a bit of a plummet
a sketchy ride if you will..but worth it when u start hitting the summit
the highest point is the pinnacle,picture an image of sunsets
or so I've been told,it's a release.to much will take control of your soul
leaving u detached from reality,feeling naked in the snow & the cold
but i know what I've chose,the path seems fun & obscure
so i popped that mystery pill on my lonesome as i sit in front of my mirror


then i feel my stomach warm up,a weird sense of euphoria lifts me
unlike nothing I've ever felt before
& I've done acid & mescalin that I've borrowed from gypsies
peyote & ***tus that I've bought off of hippies
ecstasy & speed that I've got from ravers
pretty much any drug u can think of in all sorts of layers

..than it really takes hold..

a multicolored expansive dimension in the depths of darkness
convulsions,tantrums.a lighter with in reach but I've yet to spark it
i feel cold,departed.detached from reality & the surface of earth
but i find comfort in memories i see & what words have been heard
it still feels absurd,it's a curse in the worst way..why is this more evil then the first wave
it hurts,aches,it feels like my bones are separating but pain is adjacent
to the kaleidoscope's in my eyes that make me gaze in amazement
it feels like the weight on my shoulders is lifted,yet I've been paved in the pavement
it's strange & it's vacant,yet so familiar & full
i feel superior,intelligent..but like i missing a bit of my skull
it's amazing & lucid..but at the same time less vivid,than dull
.....i think I'm going insane...
yet i know I'm the most logical person who has lived in this world


the high is to much to handle,I'm scared..my logic's dismantled
..i feel stranded,a body dumped in a landfill..
like my head has been crushed with an anvil
thoughts scurrying with little meaning like ants on an ant hill
i felt like a genius who was waisting his life on the corner bodegas
than all the fear & loathing was over when i woke up in Vegas

[Zen]

I was actually really digging this until the last paragraph. I'm a huge Hunter S. Thompson fan, but he's becoming kinda cliche at this point. In the section before the last you seemed like the trip was going very well and you enjoyed it and felt almost enlightened (least that's what I got from it) so the change in time didn't work for me. Also, at the start I didn't have faith in your schemes but you ended up pulling it off especially towards the middle. Good verse keep dropping man.

[Wise Wiggles]

^ you have a Thompson ref in your sig though 0_o

[Zen]

Or Aldous Huxley. And I was talking about fucking up the vibe that the rest of the piece gave.