whatever happens…happens

asrealastheycome

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

  • Author: asrealastheycome (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 11th, 2023 03:51
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments2

  • Thomas W Case

    Fantastic flow and rhythm

  • 2781

    "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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