Mushrooms, anyone?
Making like Alice In Wonderland in an imaginative world. The crazies went hunting for them toadstools today. No such luck.
Meanwhile, the normal people, which I sometimes shamefully call my ‘group’, continue to go about their boring lives, their sarcastic bitch rants, their total ordinariness, completely oblivious to their resident metalhead’s upcoming weekend plans.
Little bit of schmoking the green stuff? Or maybe getting trapped in that glass prison, with four raised sides to keep the white flakes in and my nostrils trapped, inhaling, inhaling. The alternative to coffee, I say. Ohh the comedown fucking freak out is terrigying on that one, after finally falling asleep at seven in the morning.
In the words of a certain Mr Marilyn Manson (of which Lady Gaga is the female equivalent, in my ever so humble opinion):
“A pill to make you numb. A pill to make you dumb. A pill to make you anybody else. But all the drugs in this world won’t save her from herself” – Marilyn Manson, Coma White (1998)
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