You Should Join Our Gang In The Garden. Sacrifice Your Friends, We Should Be Your Only Friends

Born in fire Son of the sun Son of a God shining brighter than the stars But you’re the only star I see Burning holes in my eyes Heating my insides I just can’t seem to Keep cool around you.

A ghost of smokey souls Let’s mix and melt in your pool Boiling at my frosty heart Crystal fleeting from my veins And tinder sparks for our bonfire hearts Let’s set this love ablaze

Night

When it's time to sleep, the midnight seekers come out to play Keep the fire, boys with tired eyes get thrown in the ashtray I've got Tina tinkering and tweaking on the couch to my right With her vacant eyes, and yet, such delight So tell me what the media says to that Or you can take a chance to see where it’s really at Airbrushed magazines at gasoline pumps romanticize And fantasize anything for a knock-out story, I know

All I’ve heard for the past seven hours Is constant conversation with sharp fixation Of useless information about certain creation Like the concept of time while I scribble this rhyme Over the doors of perception I will forever climb Because society is wrong and reality is yours for the taking And making an experience So here’s some coherence I know you’ve been so curious about

These are regular people And the least bit of evil So smart, it’s an art Craving knowledge all the way back from the start Who analyze all the fine print In still bodies with mouths that sprint

Lights and Sounds

Feeling amped Let's take it back to camp I'll show you what's it's all about Hip bones jutting out Don't forget to scream and shout About it. Don't you know how I feel Because this is reality but it's not real You know I'm a big deal One day I'll go far See my name in lights like a shining star It's wearing off, I'm wearing thin Let's just hope I keep my real skin

Simple strokes

I Have A Dream...

And that is to trip balls with someone/some people and tie-dye the shit out of some clothes, paint on whatever we call a canvas, write poems and songs and sing-alongs, just turn into Andy Warhol faries and creatures of the night. Let's get creative, people.

got some new shorts, and they make me feel super sexy. since i've been clean from adderall (for two years now) i've gained so much weight and have such a problem with self love. i used to be a loose size 4 and these shorts are a size 10 and on bad days they can be tight. but, i'm very happy that i bought these the other day. i haven't actually gotten any clothes (apart from work) that fit me since i've been clean. and since i'm going to Sweetwater 420 Fest next weekend i wanted to splurge and buy myself a summer outfit. and i think this is a good step towards the right direction

Manic Mantra

What’s that Hungry Ghost in your head saying now? To let it all out, to scream and shout In silence and on beaten paper with colours of expression And perception Of sight that’s just right outside your comfort zone You could have never known how much I’ve grown Until I look deep in the crowd with understanding shown

Running away and cheating the price to pay Was always easy when I didn’t want to stay Because I’d rather be chasing the millions of spectrums And open doors in every dimension To the venom in my crystal veins fleeting so stray From the clusterfuck of an array Of bright lights and hushed sounds To lucent colours and wavelengths that surround You and I forever bound.

waiting for @holycrimes to clean his car out 🚗