three men wearing black clothing this is a painting tight strung out feeble angry menacing slowly clamber out of the old hippie drafter VW van the smoke waifts from out of the door I breathe it in deeply letting the incense fill my lungs completely holy bongoly bong holy bong holy bong imagine a neo-pop-punk band singing this song let me seduce you I want your WA-aa-aa-aa-aa-t-er holy bong but for it to be a true hallucination the singer is a female just slap on some trodes plug your deck in and let the dub play in the background it CAN be that be easy if you want it to be i still like the smell of opium in the morning it smells like sex the dens I used to frequent the brothels where my compatriots would spend our military earnings the opium it had this effect on our senses my whore her name was Sela she was beautiful I would spend many days with her thousands of lira on drugs and women with love the opium sensual pleasures beyond what mere mortals can acheie pseudoplastic fluidpacks fly from under my feet dark semidark dark alley you knew that by now running dodging something following pray pray pray to somatriix that the neuromotor locater devices haven t kicked in and were as faulty as the man I bought them from said they were go xnections good xnections neat that these days need need the locater devices to fail need there s nothing more than the spunk and fight and and romance of a manhunt they re looking finding searching for me they always are The hide behind their emotionless plastic golden brown tanned faces Their glasses shimmer in the heat every thing shimmers in this heat The glasses are only a decoration A mask A death mask Their goal to stop stop people things animals rotting the walking dead people like me I wish it were someone else but it never is It s always me eyeball eyeball eyeballs everywhere eyeball eyeball what did you die for eyeball says nothing at all looks like this identity is no good anymore time to get a new self ew body new mind new thoughts erase myself create something completey new they re on to me the subtle changes don t fool them anymore i need wholesale something so big I can t imagine and for that I m glad I have xnnextions love peace and the holy 9 volts forever man look it s the miracle worker the master of plastic mister fix-it yeah the bartender how can I help you he says I ignore him completely something else is on my mind how can I help you ! he say even louder now He slams his fist against the counter eyes aglow with rage he reaches over the counter knocking a glass to the ground He grabs hold of my collar shaking my body yelling to me Lick it up lick it up now! Something fills me up a past memory maybe I loose control over myself over my steriod filled muscles I m going to beat this guy s head to a pulp a warmth covers me I m going to explode i m not in that bar anymore i m with Sela again but how bubbles red green and red and blue and green circling around you and me in a wide field warm air forests the islands and in this field we dance the bubbles they fly by and spin and manipulate our eyes endless supply flowing past and your scream bursts one of them did I hurt you or did you come and you smile but doesn t answer my question or maybe you meant both but the thought is quickly lost because the stream of bubbles interrupts me batman is a good guy I like that movie @1994 Candide dj james joyce