your face inhabits the half-world state of sleep and almost waking.
i’ve drunk three nights in a row with my smoke.
the world is nothing if i can’t go to hell.
nirvana is just a state of mind.
my scorpion left after he stung me.
and jupiter’s arrows pierced my soul.
if this isn’t ecstasy what is?
i bring myself low for the glory.
and i will not take back what is mine.
who needs health when the termination of illness is final?


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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