hoaxoner

colors of visions dilated. with no use for a mind peforrated.
the only paper i tear is the one that gets flames to vapors to conscious knowledge.
looking for reflection in muddled puddles amongst troubles the sun evaporated the water to reveal the substance, the matter, the tangible, the underlying ship that carrys me towards the suns ritualistic rising.
watching as calculated movements bleed together with obscrure reflections, my fixated eyes struggle to see my own self made illuson
and in contrast. i am capsizing....
my mind is a secret weapon memorising complex patterns to find perfection in a sort of deceptive ocean.
and i drift with the tides.
watching.......floating... watching it all pass by....
damn i'm so frigin high!!!!


Thats what happens when you smoke the reefers mon!!!!!