the hours are all wrong. this one week when i was about 15 i got exactly 12 hours ahead/behind of actual time. (speedballs) i woke up in the pm's went out to play in the am's and it was so fucking weird to meet the world as i expected it not to be. little shocks like that, the absolute awareness that things are very very diferent from what you've come to expect, tend to throw me off kilter.
the veil was lifted for awhile i saw and was seen and i took in all i could but here it comes down again engulfing me like the essence of chloride gas to the lungs right there on my soul.
the veil was lifted for awhile i saw and was seen and i took in all i could but here it comes down again engulfing me like the essence of chloride gas to the lungs right there on my soul.
viva South Beach