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HYACINTH (High-A-Synth)


A not so bright man with a really bad plan...

Goes on the wrong kind of trip & lets it drip.

Going up & down; about & around...

Jumps out a window; lies dead on the ground.

But its only because it was synthetic & laced...

Too much of a departure from its original state.

Had he stuck with ayahuasca, peyote, frogs, shrooms, or San Pedro...

I get goosebumps just thinking of all the cool places/safer spaces he'd go... 

He'd come out more alive & enlightened than ever before...

And in all the ways that don't leave a guy sore...

But leaves a guy up for nothing but more, More, MORE!

As in, the heroic dose, the hero's journey...

As in, MOVE OVER & STAND ASIDE Homer's Odyssey.

 

 

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