her deathbed, with the rainbow over it.
Green horses and stars come to mind.
I felt a twitching in my face and
dreamed up yoga poses. Backbends
and handstands make me feel great,
but if I could just inject the thc
straight into my veins..
One hundred percent
Your walrus came to mind and so did she,
dancing in a pink tutu in a pink room,
and in graveyards and penitentiaries.
Studies on the brain show that
a religious experience can be had
simply by denying certain senses
for long periods of time. Studies
on the heart show that dysfunction
grows like a tree, and that the more
lights you string through everything
the better the world will be. Studies
on you show that I do not exist.