Skyward

no tickets needed for entry into the 'Wacky World of Sick People', its free.
(maybe just 300 pounds, some tinfoil and a solid "im a rockstar"
attitude,with a rolled 100 pound banknote dangling from my lips)

funky junky

i think i hear the meters singin Flavor…
i think i taste the flavor of bad Stella

the flavor of takin the right handful of wonder-drug anti-psychotics
wonder drug my ass i say.

might as well take some SSRI's to help.
yes the infamous zac attack

they do more harm than good, i say

go to the doctor, get your head explored and open your eyes

and when you do
realise that your in the wacky plain of sick people.

"you are not the doctor and you will not abolish suffering in all sentient life. "

but fuckin hell I am not so far out of the solar system - you know
my umph and communications skills are just frozen from lack of heat and sun is all.

anyways spring is coming on
and i can almost taste the heat im longing for to warm my bones
..................ahhhh the glory
................warmth cleanses

life goes on and i learn something new everytime i look skyward
life has gotten much brighter since i found some guidance in things other than powders and pills,

lies and deception

but then why does aldous huxley say ? :

"If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution - then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise."

oh well, spring is near and the sun will shine…