I got my head checked...
It was a vampire mist.
So now I understand
the world is a lie.


I took a mind hit...
She was a hypnotist.
So now I have some weed
and we can get high.

(end session)

Ah, cactus weed poetry. ...Yeah, I think it's pathetic too. Or
brilliant. Hey, maybe I'm both!

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Variach, in the year 137 MA.