.35 hours left on my machine. This will be brief. I am a little under the influence but I thought I’d share last night’s high ramblings. I like to write down what I’m feeling when I’m high…it’s a weird thing I know:
It does actually feel bubbly. My ears ring and my head tickles. And then my soft hair turns to a hard helmet.
Ooeeyy spinning fog. Cracking helmet. Marbles.
Tired but buzzing. Bloating. I’m terrified of bombs. Is that what I hear?
I’m going to stop there since I start going down a dark path, but the beginning is silly.
.30 hours left on my machine. Goodnight.