I have become trapped by wanton greed and traveled in too many episodic arcs. In aid of this, I am lost and must wait til Monday washes in and check my true bearings. (It is the call of the Pusher’s hypnotic “C’mon one more! that has put me astray, but I can quit anytime I want, so I’ll likely be around)
More hallucinations? Actually, I think of it more as: For Tom, that floating log is as gorgeous as a lady on a swan.
Tom: “Oops, sorry, barking up the wrong tree.”
Nah… I think he just wanted to pick a pretty flower for a pretty lady. I think Tom’s given up on trying to make sense of what’s going on.
I have become trapped by wanton greed and traveled in too many episodic arcs. In aid of this, I am lost and must wait til Monday washes in and check my true bearings. (It is the call of the Pusher’s hypnotic “C’mon one more! that has put me astray, but I can quit anytime I want, so I’ll likely be around)