Borderline SchizophreniaNaturally High.You'll never understand,like a foreigner who can nevercomprehend the land.Reality was nothing,but a mere bad dream.Reality was nothing,or so it did seem.Naturally High.Your drugs cant get you there.By force, such mysteriescan never be laid bare.He did not need booze.He did not need snuff.Twas but a game of cardsand his mind played the bluff.Naturally High,as he stares at the sun.He was fortunate enoughto be the unfortunate one.He believed what he wanted.A curse, you say?Not confined to anything.A blessing, in a way.Naturally High,a game that he played.An intricate chess game,the mess that he made.They said he was mad,but he heard them not.That which they never hadwas what he never sought.Naturally High.Oblivion incarnate.Stranger to love,ignorant of hate.And then, they'd avoid him.They would turn around.Ironically they were all,to his imagination, bound.
Counting Entities...Counting entities that arent numbers.Inspiration is leaking. Please, dont go.Cold weather is spoiled by the heater.Turn it off. Turn it off.Why, yes, thank you. I would love a phone call or two.Take my phone credit, I dont need it anymore.Songs interrupted, craving for whats no more.Can I have a cigarette? Can I have one more?You know I am troubled. You know I am bored.You know I am sober. You know I am stoned.You know Ill be leaving. You know that, Im sure.One, two, buckle my shoe. Three, four, shut the door.In those moments hidden beneath the cold stone floor,You will find the sewer rats gnawing on everything ignored.I will search the pages. I will browse the tomes.I will only do this to pass the time at home.No! Please! Just sit a while and I will try to be as witty as him.I will try to be as cool. I swear Ill try to be like him.I will wear the same clothes if they fit me.I will wear the same aftershaves.I will say the same phr