There is a tick in my stomach.
There is a god in my throat,
An ambitious angel in my mind.
In a Society that pushes and congratulates and condones
...
Tout est bon dans la modération
-All is dulled in Excess.
give me some Time and i'll waste it,
give me a Limit and i'll break it-
...
We shall take time off
But I will offer you a present
And you shall leave (the(the future) past) .
I will sing you a poem
...
let the smoke cleanse my mind
for that pure sight
let the smudge cleanse my soul
for a moment to see
...
Steeped in nothing
No true sight
Delusions of the future
Strong in the lack of non-consumption
...
not just about
what I perceived from your physical
manifestations stirring deeper emotions
not just
...
Etoh
There is a tick in my stomach.
There is a god in my throat,
An ambitious angel in my mind.
In a Society that pushes and congratulates and condones
My hand shakes with the rhythm of my nerves;
I feel the lactic acid in unused muscles left
to neglect, but not by my future self;
I move but I didn't and I think but I didn't and I,
I slept when I shouldn't have and I breathe when I want to stop.
A mind that wandered wonders those that that that, That,
That Shakes with the Rhythm of my Nerves
and bathes in the ethyl organic compound with a bonded hydroxyl
of my past
As 1,1-Diethoxyethane belligerently slurred from my oral cavity;
But I don't remember the intense stimulation on my sensory receptors,
but that,
I inflicted it myself,
So I drown myself with renewed vigour,
in the Past.