The Underwearless Day



Being up until 4am drinking psilohuasca,

Neo shamanic alchemy,

blue vitamix in chocolate almond,

After that bathtism underwear never got put back on,

Didn’t have a loin cloth handy,

The grapefruits, satsumas, celery peanut butter and sacred porcino burritos,

After the singing and bassoon,

Underwear wasn’t a thing,

The harmaline and potency increase,

We were all going to die some day,

Just maybe without our underwear on?



  • Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2023 17:49
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 21


  • germanamericanchurch

    Don’t have underwear on still:) primitive style

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