Oooh Shit, i am fucked!!!

“Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,
that soft summer morning
round a turning in the path,
the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,
its legs in the air like a woman in need
burning its wedding poisons
like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs,
I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,
but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.
Then i realized oooh shit!!! i am having an out of body experience, either i am fucking high as the havens or am dead (please Good Lawd i don't wanna die yet)!

It was amusing at first when the dealer said the name of this batch is "mind rape", but right now i am having a very uncomfortable and confusing conversations with cells in my body, like i can fucking see them cells fucking, shitting, fucking laughing at me and pissing all over my inebriated carcass of a soul (of course some part of me knew this wasn't real or was it? )

Ooh well either i snap out of it or i end up 6 feet under either way i still remain fucked.

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(Content Inspired by Charles Baudelaire)