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yeah san francisco breeds happiness in me. things are a lot freer. you can se farther down the street. and there seem to be more opportunities floating around
i hung out with my brother in dolores park. we were talking about some fungus that grows inside of ants, i looked at my cigarette and the cherry was all sunken in and made the thing look like an uncircumsized penis. i zoned out into a memory of a drunken night in ale's little house. i imagined myself giddy and drunk in yellow light, and silently remembered the seated cough attack i had during a sensetive conversation after debauched sex. dreadful embarassment to love love and aching relief as i zoomed through time to the scene in the kitchen as ale grabbed me in secret caress and firm kiss on the cheek...spun perfectly between gerardo turning his broad back to reach for the dulce de leche, and manuel stomping in the front door to start a fire for his mate. I felt myself press into it...."and then their heads just look all big and ugly and crazy. in the video the other ants take the crazy ants to the land of the exiled ants and just leave them there."
i became aware of the mulch at the base of the palm tree in front of me again. "woah"--spun back into the scene i was sitting in..
"yeah but then when the mushroom is gonna grow, the ant just dies and the mushroom grows from its body."
sometimes i think that i should not have tripped on acid at all, it lends itself to cooky mindwarps in and out of memories and way beyond,...making it hard to stay thinking on one track. ..and i get scared that everyone around are sane and i am not. this is not true. i got a lot a truth.
bleh ballah. anky
i hung out with my brother in dolores park. we were talking about some fungus that grows inside of ants, i looked at my cigarette and the cherry was all sunken in and made the thing look like an uncircumsized penis. i zoned out into a memory of a drunken night in ale's little house. i imagined myself giddy and drunk in yellow light, and silently remembered the seated cough attack i had during a sensetive conversation after debauched sex. dreadful embarassment to love love and aching relief as i zoomed through time to the scene in the kitchen as ale grabbed me in secret caress and firm kiss on the cheek...spun perfectly between gerardo turning his broad back to reach for the dulce de leche, and manuel stomping in the front door to start a fire for his mate. I felt myself press into it...."and then their heads just look all big and ugly and crazy. in the video the other ants take the crazy ants to the land of the exiled ants and just leave them there."
i became aware of the mulch at the base of the palm tree in front of me again. "woah"--spun back into the scene i was sitting in..
"yeah but then when the mushroom is gonna grow, the ant just dies and the mushroom grows from its body."
sometimes i think that i should not have tripped on acid at all, it lends itself to cooky mindwarps in and out of memories and way beyond,...making it hard to stay thinking on one track. ..and i get scared that everyone around are sane and i am not. this is not true. i got a lot a truth.
bleh ballah. anky