i was floating. my feet were dragging acoss the ever so vivid green grass. gliding in mid air. everything seemed to be moving so quickly. i felt like the world was spinning around me. a different world. a world outside the real world. i was content. happy. one with the earth. sweet serinity. nothing mattered. i was outside myself. an outer body experience. watching other people was like watching a tv show. the paintings were comming alive right in front of me. the music was whispering in my ears. Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam It was worth it just to learn from sleight-of-hand Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands Good news will work its way to all them plans We both got fired on the exactly the same day Well we'll float on good news is on the way the sharpie was my magical wond. i was in my own world. something i created. things i loved to see. feel. be. wanted. the cold basement felt like home to me. i melted into the couch. the chairs. the floor. the grass. everything and everyone. i was free. ---------- a night on shrooms