Drunk with someone you no longer love

Ever wonder what the ingredients to a legal acid trip were? As with all things, I once again have the answer...all that's needed is a bare-bones-anorexic-two-course-dinner consistent of Power Bar and Slim Fast, washed down subsequently with a glorified alcoholic lime slushie greatly lacking in flavour...needless to say what's missing in taste is made up for with booze content....fasten your seat belts, we are ready to begin our trip...

Ladies and gentlemen, we have liftoff...we are cruising at an altitude of 100 feet above sea level...I'm afraid we're not able to get any further due to interference...there seems to be scattered luminescense held into place by glass entrapments, lifted high into the air by wooden and steel security means...looks like we're gonna have to trail it by foot....but thanks for flying Mentally Numbing Airlines....and by the way, we don't issue refunds...

An unguided yet familiar tour yields next to nothing...people are meaningless amoeba-esque shapes that take on no real form...their auras offer nothing to be desired in terms of any stimulus whatsoever...yet, there is something to be said for a night sky clouded with haze and confusion, for the external matched the internal...and for once, I felt at ease...

Lyricism is a many spledored thing...many times so enveloping, intellectually viable or not...overthinking sung words as to find meaning in the overtly obvious may seem sad to the normal hush-and-rush-girl-on-the-go...but for those of us who thrive in the thrill of the self-actualization scavenger hunt, anything will do....

Don't ask how I wound up in Bedford Park....it "just happened." And just as well, because no news is not news, it's simply boring. Try to liken lines of dried spilled juice on the ground to an ancient geograhpic location where the rivers of old provided life to its subjects...then, try REALLY hard to pinpoint those very inhabitants of the land that must work themselves to the bone for mere survival...lastly, wonder exactly how many of these peasant workers can survive in this context, even if the body of water in question never seems to run out, replenishing it's own fluids a la Mother Nature...maybe there is one more step...try leaving this simple, giving land to find something or somewhere more convenient and exciting...