Free Right

Okay so here's something weird:
hallucinations. These damn things
actualizing lunging out portals.
stinky, sticky, primordial goo
dripping off dark, crusted lips

Immediately demons
begin their dance: stretching,
contorting their bodies over
white walls turning black,
elastic, and moist.

Walls changing color. Red, blue,
yellow, orange, in cycle. Patterns
emerging, now deaf, soft
glow emanates from still visible
teeth on the walls like stars.

Blood stains the unconsumed
carpet. Bloodstains take a life
its own, forming words and
growing hair. Performance
now over, clap clap clap.

I cannot speak/I have no mouth.
I cannot hear/I have no ears.
I cannot see/I have no eyes.
I cannot touch/I have no limbs.
I cannot breath/ ....

This movement is senseless.
There is no time.

Acronym Thing

I ride angst waves

with hopes they'll 

carry me to a 

land of riches,

bitches, and pussy.

But really,

I would love sleep.