philip k dick was at that party!A Poem by alan khanhaha. highness was wearing off and i fel tlike writing. so this is what came off.he was!
remember i had just come down stairs. the ignorant french maiden had just made love to me.. better yet i had given it to her. hours after we ingested the holy green. she screamd and cursed me and called me a fowl american. i said listen i'm from brooklyn. and she hollered. unable to resist my power. her skin warm and leather. now soft silk under my fingers. her mouth was a world initself. but there he was. over at the punch bowl. eating and feeding his beard. he said "time is not real." i said stop repeating yourself. we talked about acts and all. and i understood. this illusion that the world and its puppetears, of time. placed over us. really is a curtain placed over our eyes. never to be raised to reveal to us the play. nothing was real. he laughed and said stop repeating yourself. we danced and drank and picked fights with the people i had grown with. the blood on my hands steined my food. enhancing it's taste. and i was awake from my dream. because one day, like so many times viewed and warned before. i wont wake from the dream. so turn off the lights upstairs. the body needs to get out. © 2009 alan khanReviews
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