by Eric Benson

Created on: January 29, 2007   Last Updated: December 07, 2007

Disregard Tomorrow (writing out the horse)

Smoke stales the air.
The needle sinks deep.
The message delivered takes your mind in a loving embrace.
Like you just entered the world...or left it.
All senses spark and tingle
Euphoric, Empty, Nothing.
No concerns or worries could loose your frame of this new summit it has reached.
Strawberry Fields Forever was spoken by a prophet of Biblical proportions.
It never has to end
let's not let it.
One tiny, minuscule, minute C.C. will retrieve me
let's go get it.

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