we get her stoned- and we let her write music. in another place, it sounds like life. it is life, in another place. no one touches her, utter chaos sounds like a melody. on headphones it spins, like a murmur. so cold in someplaces, so hot in others. Deeply enthralled with everything secretly scheeming world domination and drugs. if only it were this good in the real world. but for now she could care less. --charley--
Reason for writing:
I got really messed up. It'sa really immature thing to say,
but it's the truth, and i love this poem, because it brings
back fun memories of being a stupid kid. and just having fun
without realizing the consequences. I took some drugs that really
messed with my head, while one of my friends was writing techno music
on his computer, which, if you have ever seen it done, is very
interesting, and you might understand why i would be enthralled with it.
the end
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