January 09, 2005

.the night.

It began with a bumping party at my good man Markus’ pad.
.Drunken talks.
.Puking fucks.
.but a night with soul .

. it only gets better as my shirt gets wetter.
.with splashes of good vibrations engulfing me.

.Quality rolled J's that went down .
.and streaming through my body.
.lke JD’s clean-cut scratches.

.Time does not matter here.
.in this chapter.
.of consciousness.

.a brown-flame hurricane.
.feel weightless.

.And happy.
.to be here.
.At this moment in time.
.of mystery.

.This place.
.streams inside of me.
.To my core.

.And I want nothing more.
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