tracing through memories trying to file and filter

[drooliothoughts]

drinking vodka and pepsi
fearing the effects that may arise when combined
with the near eighth of
psilocybin cubensis.
they taste like pistachios. they dance
and swim in the blood in your brain,
extra blood spilling over backs of retinas,
burning vision.
I was naive then, but I am now, too.
His backpack His soda can His MDMA His goofballs and His junk.
His marijuana protein strands, start fresh,
shave your head, start fresh, bathe in the stream, ice cold
start fresh, save your self, find your self, realize
your self;
self realization enters into Nirvana, and you find that
maybe Nirvana is everything. Go back,
rolling on the ground rolling
on E rolling over pictures without noticing,
creasing the edges of a person who loves you
more than she loves any person, any thing,
except her selfish tendencies to love herself
which she realizes
and does not want to change.