Mescaline City Blues Vol. 1

sour times
roads, lead
back

essence ripped
fabric worn
time torn
everyone born

shifting with space
like a wandering star
staring at who you truly are

I
why
you
time
die
live
I am

these words,
bind us
together

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The ego is
the seed
for all
this need

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peel off the skin
until the end
see what needs
to begin

its all in a whisper
of something deeper
echoes of yesteryear

yes, my dear
this is how it ends
this is how it begins
always in the silence
outside of time

a tear of a whole year
falls into the sea
of infinity

I live with you inside my head
I write secret notes by my bed
I pick up scattered memories off my floor

this is my place of power
the gods charge by the hour
Ah Xoc Kin

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sound is vibration
vibration is sound

creation is reflections
of past orgasms

imaginarium is reflections
of future orgasms

beauty is beauty
the beat is the beat
breathe in existence
drink every last drop
bliss' last kiss