Money was spent on drugs and my memory slept past the alarm clock
Is it still Friday? Or how many days have I lost?
There is a Lil loop that is echoing in my mind
Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
Feels so good to feel this free
What are you afraid of? Tell me what you made of
What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust!
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Mind highly dehydrated, eyes slightly sensitive
In this haze, water doesn't exist
everyone is afraid I am gonna lose control
my brain is so disoriented I pee in the trash can
and totally miss the toilet
stub toe, red, and pain
clear the eyes, smell coming back
pocket check and now inventory
Please God, let there be some rouches left...
(Log) 2:23am pst: Our sadly misguided anti-hero of this poetic tale has unknowingly pulled the cosmic trigger and now he spent all his money on drugs, should have saved some for a bottle of water, his going to need it...