not really TRIPPIN BALLS anymore

but trippin nonetheless

have had been tripping non stop all night again last night as the night before\

what have i realized?

i go places without moving my physical body

i can leave entirely

and go somewhere new

right now i could sleep a thousand years

but what am i doin anyways?

the more i dont sleep the more i  trip

the less sleep you get the more bhalls you can trip in the time you save

for those dear ball trippin balls at the ball trippin ball;

well did i ever have an awesome good time tripping balls

smokeing and eating mushrooms

like the hookah smoking caterpiller

that will never know who you are

im just as curious

WHO ARRRRRRRREEEE YOOOOOOOU??1

ill bleed for you anytime

in my righteousness

no longer escaped

locked in the trance

the baLLs tripped all over the place

and music notes decided guitar class was too dull therefore they jumped off the page in futile attempts to end the life of a black dot with a stem that means so much in a pattern of 5 paralell lines

why did it have to be this way?

what other way culd it ever be?

i must sleep now

the comfort calls me

so must it be

the mote it be

come in me to me

to show me myself as i will show you yourself

entwine in me to reveal

all that had not yet been revealed

intertwine to connect it all as one as a physical proof for the metaphor

we are all intertwined with ourselves

the same story

with the same changes

oh so will it be imperious

whiplash that precedes the love not given lightly

speak to me, shrivel in your denial, you are all for me and only me, never forsake me, unability is what i desire, you only live to please me, wake me up until i fall asleep again

you must prove your approval of this love

you must prove your worthiness

to shine my leather in the dark

the bell awaits you

to call your name

and sing your sweet shrill name in the dark

to keep your feet at my side

your naked swelling sweating body

with a beating heart next to mine

the vibrations intertwining

becomming morse code messages back and forth

to say the things we dare not say

to say the things we would forsake, the words we would compare, the words we would confuse and take too lightly, the words that dont explain the way they are meant to explain

the fatal attempt at love not given lightly

i am your servant dont forsake me

unable to think for myself until you teach me how

show me the way

and enslave yourself in me, my beauty, my sacred charm, and my gratitude

enslave my master, your servant dont forsake him

ill cure your heart