You burn into oblivion,
Shoot off into space, and
Jaunt five stars over
Just to meet the only one
Who can grasp the purple,
Oozing insides of your mind;
So all that's left to do
Is release your hold
And fall into infinity
Til splashing depths
Surround you and you
Must once again
Maneuver thru the psychedelic
Fogs of the universe.

11/24/2004

Author's Note: I have no clue what the hell this poem is supposed to be... it was basically just stream of consciousness and I left it as is

Posted on 12/08/2004
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