Blood Junkie

My mind buried alive like a hoarder
Thoughts are cluttered
Pass the leek, acid leaked in the custard
I'm not like the others
I'm back on this nonexistent psychedelic scene as Mean Mr. Mustard
Paul Sheldon, snowed in the lab
Ducking pill caps for supper
Bong hits til I blimp into a toxic fish face like a puffer
Sleep away camp, vacate for slumber
I'm in a witch's attic burning writtens in the cross walls of dogwood lumber
Bless kittens with a ball gag fetish like dominatrix lovers
I eat rappers like an obese bitch eating a reuben smothered
Flow husky, Ruben Studdard
Dude is butter
Thick headed, deaf man, stupid stubborn
You just butthurt
I'm unhinged, hideous
Beams, bars and sentence shapes
I straddle cadaver
And then I, I seminate
?? ??, dead weight
I vegetate, dissecting dates, digestive states
Dump bodies by septic tanks
In wet from flakes
Eyes chinky as Lettered Lake
The lesser fate

"The image smashes, here it smashes because you fear"

My tongue forked, Ox stick in it
Swab my deaf ears with cotton in it
Gernsback of cults, conduct assessment
Helmet in locked position
Oxygen high in surgery and slots for vision
Dropped acidics
Peripheral on funnel conqueror
Tapering off hallways, boxed and thinning
My brain tainted in a jam jar
And ozone depletion from smog within it
Respire exotic aromatics off pistols
I'm tropic winded
With this head gear I shall rule over lands
Powered on and two folded straps
Rubber tubes over tracks
Raw white knuckles like I judo'd the crap
Chopped like I got coke on my hands
In a trance while I chew open caps
Sheltered remoteness
Floating out in the ocean blue holding rafts
My ear chewed over bag
From voices of singers under graves like where the blue notes is at
I isolate, hide away
X-ray skies, whites and grey
Blues broke in halves
My work load is huge
Reality on snooze in the booth going mad
My intellect molding
Bad fruit growing scabs
Feet in the sky
Head buried, my hair the roots of a plant