Dylan
08-23-2008, 12:24 AM
new shitz, dig it...
Ode to LSD
Orange sunshine, no more shade.
Sunglasses needed.
Like Jim Jones we'll power trip a while,
Sweat coursing down skin fraught with shivers,
A lonely vibe.
With sassafras in my mind,
Melting colors trickle from clammy hands with quivers.
Kesey in my left ear, and Leary in my right.
Now gazing over spinning mandalas in the sky,
While Owsleys in the basement cooking medicine through the night (thanks Bob)
Little bits of blinding glory,
With half dollar eyes.
Day tripper in the dark/ like a legless turtle stuck in a sandstorm.
Slow breathing is often key.
Holding a ticket to the cosmos,
And now aboard the bus to transcendental bliss.
To return in 8-12 years (hours).
Relax, slow breathing is key...
Ode to LSD
Orange sunshine, no more shade.
Sunglasses needed.
Like Jim Jones we'll power trip a while,
Sweat coursing down skin fraught with shivers,
A lonely vibe.
With sassafras in my mind,
Melting colors trickle from clammy hands with quivers.
Kesey in my left ear, and Leary in my right.
Now gazing over spinning mandalas in the sky,
While Owsleys in the basement cooking medicine through the night (thanks Bob)
Little bits of blinding glory,
With half dollar eyes.
Day tripper in the dark/ like a legless turtle stuck in a sandstorm.
Slow breathing is often key.
Holding a ticket to the cosmos,
And now aboard the bus to transcendental bliss.
To return in 8-12 years (hours).
Relax, slow breathing is key...