acid - mystical star and spiders
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awakeningthis red islandthin drizzle purple drops touching my face
silence in illuminationcharcoal characters crawling closelythey escaped from my prints but lost colors
I sense movement nearby
unicorns?or giant spiders?or lemon beagles?
I sense fear
start chanting in SanskritI light my cigarette lighter, previously owned by Harry Trumanhaving Danish Æbleskiver for dinner
I sense calm
nothing thereexcept a blue lightthe light from the Mystical Star