Feb 21, 2010 13:58
In the spirit of Ganja Sandwich, I'll post my post magical mushrooms poem. It's not as legit as something from the thick of the experience, though I was still pretty out of it. And next time I promise a much more epic length, if not quality. Sometimes you just have to keep looking through your brain!
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Is my belt a snake
Or my snake a belt
I know not feel,
Nor feel from felt.
And from the corner of your lip
Some river falls, a steaming ship
I cannot know
So I only sit.