it was 3am and i was just coming down from a frightening mushroom trip.
frightening but as is always the case ... fear coupled with insight.
my mind was working like a multi-layered metaphor machine! couldn't help but think in poetry ... and make big fat allegory of every little occurrance.
scary though, cuz i lost even the grounding that is my self. saw that even THAT can dissolve.
when was the last time you spoke into the mirror?
Montreal wants to drink with me every night.
I resist like I resisted the chlorinated water of the St. John's Aquarina ... Swimming lessons. Age 7.