Channelin' Lectric Chairs
I woke up from a dream in which I slept but never dreamed. Then I got caught between the poles that sever sleep and wakefulness. I said to myself, "This must be Nirvana" and felt a wave of nauseating bliss which woke me to prove it's cherished point, you have no choice, you cannot be both the dreamer who dreams and the sleeper who sleeps without dreaming at the same time. Simply can't be done.
I felt the throbbing stab of a pain in my neck. Pretty sure the culprit is the pillow I'm using, it's not firm enough. Of all the pillows I own it is a shame to have to admit that it's the only one I can stand to sleep on. And it makes my neck sore as hell. Agony suppressed via ancient Chinese martial arts. Did I sleep too long on that one side, could that have been a cause? And if no, why not? Indeed, why not? Make that query to anyone you meet and they'll say "just because". Only a fool would deny that this statement is the bare truth.
I thought I would try to channel a spirit. I felt an other-worldly sense of cannabis prophecy come on, strong, yea, TOO strong in my bones. I've seen 'em channel spirits and figured, I know I could do that, too, right? Why the hell not?
This is the prophecy that was given to me at approximately 7:42 CST on this very day of January 29 in the unlucky year of 2017, soon to be known as The Year of the Soulless King.
O, King of this valley
Where the hearts are heavy and the days are long
He's the king of that valley, yes he is
It is a valley filled with bloodshed and bones
King of this valley, that ground he's standing on
He's well aware from where it came and from whom it belongs
Banes and bleeding heads and hearts
Your love did surely tear us apart
Your face down in the quicksand
When your ship comes in, you got to be there
You got to sing some creepy Delta blues
Some Robert Johnson, Blind Lemon Jefferson
I felt the throbbing stab of a pain in my neck. Pretty sure the culprit is the pillow I'm using, it's not firm enough. Of all the pillows I own it is a shame to have to admit that it's the only one I can stand to sleep on. And it makes my neck sore as hell. Agony suppressed via ancient Chinese martial arts. Did I sleep too long on that one side, could that have been a cause? And if no, why not? Indeed, why not? Make that query to anyone you meet and they'll say "just because". Only a fool would deny that this statement is the bare truth.
I thought I would try to channel a spirit. I felt an other-worldly sense of cannabis prophecy come on, strong, yea, TOO strong in my bones. I've seen 'em channel spirits and figured, I know I could do that, too, right? Why the hell not?
This is the prophecy that was given to me at approximately 7:42 CST on this very day of January 29 in the unlucky year of 2017, soon to be known as The Year of the Soulless King.
O, King of this valley
Where the hearts are heavy and the days are long
He's the king of that valley, yes he is
It is a valley filled with bloodshed and bones
King of this valley, that ground he's standing on
He's well aware from where it came and from whom it belongs
Banes and bleeding heads and hearts
Your love did surely tear us apart
Your face down in the quicksand
When your ship comes in, you got to be there
You got to sing some creepy Delta blues
Some Robert Johnson, Blind Lemon Jefferson
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