Satellite Ecstatika!
Last week I came into possession of a few lollies I'd planned to share with my soccer team (sharing is caring after all). Not wanting to feed them anything dodgy I decided to take one to see what they were like. I didn't really know what to do while I was waiting for it to kick in so I curled up on my bed, put some music on and started to write the first thing that came into my head. About an hour or so after I'd started writing I realised I'd begun to write some very strange things
My pen is trying to run away from me. God that toilet seat is warm. Music is my mistress, and Manek is her pimp. My veins are writhing like snakes beneath my skin. I wish I had someone to talk to besides the guy in the mirror he doesn't say much. He just stares with anime eyes maybe that's why nobody talks to him? It's all so grotesquely boring in here. I can feel the wind whistling through my ears. I wish I had a buddy right now. No, that's silly. Act your age soupy mans. Hmph. Music doesn't put out as much as she used to. Big bouncing boobies - that's what the planets are. And the stars are all flange. It's like some great, big pubic firmamentthing. Lollipop farts. Now there's an idea oh wait, no. It kept on going and passed me by. How rude. I should stick my thumb out next time.
God that toilet seat was cold. Hey, if God is all seeing does that mean he watches people touching themselves? (Hey there Big Fella) Hmm I could really go for a hug right about now. Hugs are like little tiny hugs that you can eat, and then they ooze out of you. Well not really. But you get the picture (It's a paint by numbers) I wonder if they sell hugs at brothels. They'd probably be all sticky. Ewww. I think scientists (scientits?) should invent the perfect hug. A hug so deadly you could settle wars with it. I think all George Bush needs is a nice hug.
God that toilet seat was bright. The insides of my eyelids are dripping with aqua fuschia. I wanna party all night with the rez cowgirls and ride off into a neon sunset on horses shaped like human torso's that walk on hands and feet! Oooo this pill is cheeky sneaky! Verrry slow build up and then all of a sudden she's snuck up behind you like a reeeeaaally cuddly girl creeping up to you from behind and wrapping her arms round you and going BAH!!! There goes those rez cowgirls riding past again. "Great vibe"
A page of pill scrawl. Like graffiti over my brain. Then tomorrow morning the dudes in m head will be hosing it all off with chemical spray. That's why you come down - it's the fumes. The shadows in my room are like flickering holograms. I think I'll go and have a dance with them now.
God that toilet seat waswait, where was the toilet seat!!!? Maybe the toilet seat never really existed. Maybe it's a metaphorical place where one goes to flush all the shit out of their mindlike some sort ofbrain-toilet. But then, why would you need a seat? *twilight zone music* Oh wait, the toilet seat was just up. I forgot that they can do that.