Coke

what you promised would eat my brain

was analytical philosophy, statistics and cocaine

I hate the feeling of white goo running down my nasopharynx

my pneuma appears almost as grotesque as was eraserhead by david lynch

hey higher beings

forgive me, please

for I'm just a kid, suffering for the first time

maybe bill hicks was right when saying this is just a ride

yet you know I shouldn't be called a lotus-eater
I'm doing all this for something more than pleasure

so grant my heart a few extra beats per second

and I will promise to become some kind of a legend