I was moving slow motion all the time.
I was living five miles from the ocean side.
I wonder what happened when I was under.
How does it get out of my brain?
Stick me with a needle.
I heard all the gods are equal,
and I wonder why we wonder who to praise.
Brain power talks to me for hours,
talks to me for weeks and for days.
And I felt amazing. I shriveled my brain up like a raisin in the sun,
it could be the only one for me.
That was then
in a city of cement
where you drive half an hour just to satisfy your friends,
and when you're done drinking whiskey on a Tuesday,
drive home drunk listening to Destroyer's Rubies.
I was fine.
I was talking to myself.
The CD player helped.
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