Do you enjoy your sight inside?
Disconnect and let me drift, until my upside down is right side in. Society must let the artist go, and wander off into the nebula.
Wander off into your nebula— your nectarine of multiplicity cums like orgasmatron on overdrive!
Wander off into your nebula— your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine!
So pick your prize.
SO! In little black book do I confide…
Upon return, I conjure what was seen. I let it pulse and boil within my limbs. I lay my pencil to the porous page, and let my lunatic indulge itself!