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
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!