A day in the basement

I used to get high in my friends grandmother's basement, is was haunted as hell down there. You find inspiration in strange places sometimes.

Quiet crackling hums surround me
Silence, decay, and enlightenment
The blurred winds of plague stir frantically around my head
I break, and break,                 and break
Searching hopelessly for a place to fall
Floating farther into the smoke, bound in serenity's grasp
In a cave where I can pick my soul apart
Drowning, distraught and dismembered
The mind
                                      Is an excellent toy

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[Tkess]

I used to hang out in a friend of mine's dingy, dirt-filled basement and listen to Neil Young and drink the cheapest whiskey we could get. It was some of the most fun I've ever had. Listening to Decade in a s****y, dark basement gives you a great perspective on life. "The mind is an excellent toy." nice write.