stankbudson07
07-31-2005, 07:29 AM
This is a lil poem i dedicated to mushrooms de cubenseeeeess, tell me what u think, oh yea im trippin pretty good, feelin great, havnt done scroomies in a while, and since i cant smoke its pretty fuckin neato, enjoy, hopefully?
Undefined Psilosybes
After i consume all of my plilosybes
i feel as if id rather be swormed by tides
i am only a parasite now trapped in this body
where do i go from here so lost maybe i should ask somebody
no one understands if i could only rewind my mind
but i cant gather enough of the truth because its so undefined
i can hear myself just asking God why
its all trapped in this head just look into the sky
finally i can see the things that are meant to be
please believe there is no one else like me
sitting here as if i am watching myself without any notion
of where i am going because when i close my eyes i see pattern explosions
walking through a euphoric myth
is this shit that i feel all real or just a gift
my intent of thought elevates and lifts, emotions ramble through my warped trip
drip to the drip im starting to hear some intollerable shit
perception of any message is now changed
rearraned in and out of my head to a closer range
look at any image now takes on some sort of life
everything i say may not seem right but even what i type seems to come alive
its all these undefined fucking psilosybes......
Undefined Psilosybes
After i consume all of my plilosybes
i feel as if id rather be swormed by tides
i am only a parasite now trapped in this body
where do i go from here so lost maybe i should ask somebody
no one understands if i could only rewind my mind
but i cant gather enough of the truth because its so undefined
i can hear myself just asking God why
its all trapped in this head just look into the sky
finally i can see the things that are meant to be
please believe there is no one else like me
sitting here as if i am watching myself without any notion
of where i am going because when i close my eyes i see pattern explosions
walking through a euphoric myth
is this shit that i feel all real or just a gift
my intent of thought elevates and lifts, emotions ramble through my warped trip
drip to the drip im starting to hear some intollerable shit
perception of any message is now changed
rearraned in and out of my head to a closer range
look at any image now takes on some sort of life
everything i say may not seem right but even what i type seems to come alive
its all these undefined fucking psilosybes......