O didn’t they laugh at me
using “O” and being on fire
and being so high with Charles Manson
and Mr West. What am I saying?
I do not care here. Isn’t it great here?
All the words sound the same and everyone looks beauti…
But I am not so high
anymore: grounded realistic. Glad I hid
like a log for a long time (I knew to hibernate
somewhat) as well as being the fire: I was the hottest thing
ever! Even hotter than the old muse! (Young man it does
change. Have faith.) Now what is there to do
up here, down here, or just…
here? Burn? Burn.
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