TEMPLE HQ

THIS DREAM AGAIN, DEJA VU!

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11-25-2021

I am a shattered vase.

Flashing light in the eyes sirens whirring dead between streetlights fuzzing in death-release DMT visions of the world warping and falling to white light and the whole of the world awakens God beckons after crack still echoing between the canyon downtown wet concrete cold in the hot night losing feeling, losing sight.

I am a lake of fire.

Car squeals top heavy nearly rolling around every corner thrusting my wrist outwards with every trigger pull like I’m throwing punches through the plastic contraption cracks ring out from the centerfiring cartridges flying colors everywhere world melting molly-oil sweat beads doublestrength on the skin of my man and the smell of the iron, the smell of the sulfur, the smell of the burning power liquor on my lips, ethanol burn against the stained-paper of the world.

White cloth holes burned in portals to terrorworlds with cigarettes pressed against silken sheets, A Thousand Little Empty Spaces where souls snuffed out and gone to nothing, for the name of nothing. Hollow buildings, broken windows, looted mausoleums, all that glitters reflects the white light at the end of the tunnel.