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?
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Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
Don’t have underwear on still:) primitive style
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