Incredible EdiblesA Poem by Jerusalem CricketThis is your brain. This is your brain on drugs.
my intention is
to create this uncomfortably wonderful unsterilized environment get high off the light of seventy small fires fall in love with the kind that could kill for hire get a job buy s**t keep it quiet then expire nil in its entirety fluid in its movement. this is textual ambiguity the rest is inaffectual doses of good old uhmerican ingenuity like conceptual moses roaming thru the goddamn desert for forty years leave him alone he doin his thang. he's tryna find his consciousness truant from the ensuing madness nothing here is as it seems still I promise you there ain't s**t to fear. the people want consumable truth available for daily use; they like being choked & smoking the cracks in the broken mirrors also know as home. a single empty room & it doubles as a tomb. how queer. © 2015 Jerusalem CricketAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 19, 2015 Last Updated on April 20, 2015 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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