Walking down through the chemical river
Each step more colorful than the last
She gets dizzier with excitement
at all the stupid things.
There's no placement to thoughts.
No organized files to sift through.
Just a bunch of free flow
almost like a mudslide.
Sticky ideas surface slowly to her tongue
and she almost verbalizes.
The ground.
It's floating away.
Handfuls of dirt wandering
through a crowd of changing faces.
Dead Family meets cowboys on acid.
