the last 3 hours ive stared out the window eating apple pie observing a magnificant sunrise at a small house next to a icey lake. A great end to the wonderful bits of paper i swallowed 10:00 last night.
Swallowing the apple pie was an odd experience, I felt the pie go in me so warm and travel the entire way down my throat to my stomach. and I felt it digest. Only as food can be tasted and felt on a strong psychadelic. as I close my eyes I can still see rather strange grids overlapping eachother, and walls slightly warp.
I sat for 3~ hours straight playing my guitar (see a previous blog and be jealous) and wrote a short lyric down
"i've got a lost desert scorpion in my garden
scorpion got no place to sleep in my garden
only places to weep in my garden"
also, next to me is a complete moron who had a bad trip and is laying down in a couch with a red blanket with psychadelic indian patterns on it. he is holding a bowl of ice cream exactly under his chin which he hasnt eaten much of. It has melted and he has been using his spoon to sculp things in it since the second he got it. He plays with it not unlike a child.
I heard him say earlier "i've constructed a great wonder of the world"
I giggled and he gave me a glance that I interpreded as if I was some sort of threat to his apparant great accomplishment.
I would continue writing bu I shall enjoy the last of this by laying down in a jacuzzi.
I think ....peace out