Peyote
the strangest thing I ever smoked inside of was a two story inflatable Wendy your coop stole her from a grand opening down 21st, then carried her back by the ropes like a parade float– exactly like one actually which means I have a metaphor left I didn’t steal it. I sat on the roof watching wondering if someone might throw me a rope without telling me what it’s attached to I spent too many nights like that not a wallflower, as I held water in heat but a spineless cactus exposed by the nothing around it, that would help you forget everything then remember just enough to keep you




An incredibly pulsating text
This is strange and vivid in a really gripping way, with a quiet ache that lingers. <3