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As I gaze up to the sky,
static – digitization
I got a bit too high
on an acid concentration
but I don’t think to fly,
for that’s just fabrication
despicable, is the lie
two hits to divination

wrote this waiting for one of the open mics i go to.

some dude that goes to those as well saw me talking to my friend, not knowing of our affiliation. after i left, he then warned my friend not to talk to me because “his stuff is really fucked up…something’s wrong with him.”

best compliment of my life.