Disconnect and let me drift, Until my upside down is right side in. Society must let the artist go, To wander off into the nebula. 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. Wander off into your nebula, see your nectarine of Multiplicity c** like orgasmatron On overdrive! Wander in off to your nebula, your tangerine of Electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize! Do you enjoy your sight inside? In little, black book do I confide! © 2018