shit I’m in need of a remedy
i find serenity deep inside a melody
mixin whiskey and weed like it’s chemistry
that means I’m fuckin numb to the bullshit the powers that be tryna sell to me
in the kitchen cookin up the perfect recipe
so mentally, I can float away to ecstasy
life is one beautiful complexity
open sesame, my third eye reads between the lines impeccably
got some habits of an addict
down the psilocybin I need much room to blast off through the stars and the planets
off I drift into the cosmic void
with the choice, whatever happens ..
let it happen
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2023 03:51
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Fantastic flow and rhythm
"The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved."
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