As my senses fade out,
i feel loads of saliva forming at the back of my mouth.
In an act of unprecedented bravery,
i roll in a way to let my head drop outside my bed,
i drool on the floor before promptly passing out.
A change of bedsheets wont be needed quite yet.
I drop my lighter fluid and plastic bag.
My sight darkens, can't hear shit but this high pitched ringing.
Head-first dive in the B-hole.
Two only real feelings are the coldburns on my fingertips, and my drool getting in my nostrils.
Pornographic hallucinations of rawbonned tulpas.
Lung puddle slow orgasm body high.
Metallic taste.
Tongue swallow dialect.
Ear ringing ostinatos.
Either a tower or god.
Ca aurait pu etre une tour ou un dieu.
Par dessus ma tête.Over my head.Par dessus ma tête.Over my head.
