i don't know if i've mentioned it, but it's been a shitty last couple of weeks. on my way to or from carlsbad new mexico, i got really drunk and high and this poem/drawing came together... we were talking about feelings, and the universe, and dimensions, and relationships, and about a hundred other gay things. i mentioned to my coworker "i don't smoke weed that often, because i need to entertain myslef while i do" and he said "smoke and draw skippy-dippy, smoke and draw" so here is the following result...
// cannibus clouds drip heavy, i'm tall, i stand high above them. the air is thin and i'm dizzy up here. my mind is weak, my legs tremble, and i'm scared to fall from up here. down there on earth i can hear top 40 hits and my brain enjoys the music for the wrong reasons. my twist my jaw and my neck evaporates. my head floats higher off into the clouds and stays there for a long time. gone, i sit sad and alone in the soft cotton nowhere. my eyes stretch and look down to the cityscape far below and i can see my body reaching up for me. but i'm too scared to jump down. so i'll probably stay up here alone for a while chilling, but i want you to know... i miss you down there... // ~by skippy
funny, too funny....
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