Davis 305
Chasing the dragon. Having a six
pack of Old Swills and a few hits of reefer in preparation; except we never
called it reefer only marijuana and pot. So unable to face reality soberly we
self medicate and take another step into the great oblivion. As we stare up at
the crescent moon confident no human being ever came close to landing on it.
The orchestration of lies well that’s the Dragon’s grand design. He allows you
to chase him not out of fear. Rather you embolden yourselves to merge deeper
into the darkness. So when your pathetic lives slip into monotony and the
emptiness is complete you can always remember those gold old days. Davis 305 huh Ed? Yes sir,
salute the hierarchy because you own a nice house and have a wife who gave you
a few little ones. Meanwhile the world is plummeting in a spiral as the hungry
jaws of the abyss lie gaping open lubricated with the lustful drool of desire.
Getting wasted. A black celebration. I come to you once more in the spirit of
freshness and vitality. The cool spring breeze shall fill your sails as you
journey to the land of purpose and fulfillment. I am a soldier in the army of
the Lord. I was once one with the void. I have surrendered mind, body and soul.
In giving all I attained all. So with the entire universe in my hand I gently
toss it into the collection plate a free will offering to the God of Love.
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