by the laws of physics we are at the bottom of miles of atmosphere
go high enough
feel lighter
no drugs or bugs needed
now my mind don't reallize but like old parchments that have been reminded and reflindered and patchpatchpatchered
there are so many layterings in my mindsouls
and so even just picking my nose gives me five kinds of guilt
so
pickless in Tuscaloosa
yet i can walk cross the loom and seehte and note and heal heresy now chocoloottoo
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