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A day in my life
Meeting 1
There we was back in the day
Two college girls: Sia and Bliss
Traveling down an open road
We stopped at a campground named Hiss.
Tell ya the truth, it was the three of us, but Candy Cane decided to sleep. Beauty sleep, not insomnia seemed to her a decent treat. The Sages, however, were awake and alert. They began a search for soul food within the depraved jungle-camp.
Here is where the Night Begins: Enter at your own Discretion, read a Sign on His lips. The camp was a forest and really getting dark. Bliss told Sia that their only Hope would be to Find a DrumCircle because IT needed to worship.
Without a doubt, the scary, dark forest-jungle changed its face: the steady rhythm of a Mountain Priest having sex with his instrument summoned our Faithless Servants:
Babylon is done Gone down gone down, Bliss chanted in her depreciated Heart. Whirls of light United the bystanders, the lost souls, the found souls, the dark and light souls Gathered before the drummers.
Bliss ecstatic takes some acid: minutes, hours, lifetimes proceed as do the hours, four, five, six...
Clock strikes DAWN
Bliss about to YAWN
Decides to go Home,
Where's the damn tent, where's Candy Cane, Bliss protests, laughing, linking arms with her friend Sia the rich brat,
What a night, what a night
This can't possibly end
Let's go over there some
I think I hear a Night Owl call
Ing HOME Sweet Home
Come hither pretty young girls
Lemme show you something
Wonderful: Magic Mushroom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(To be continued)
There we was back in the day
Two college girls: Sia and Bliss
Traveling down an open road
We stopped at a campground named Hiss.
Tell ya the truth, it was the three of us, but Candy Cane decided to sleep. Beauty sleep, not insomnia seemed to her a decent treat. The Sages, however, were awake and alert. They began a search for soul food within the depraved jungle-camp.
Here is where the Night Begins: Enter at your own Discretion, read a Sign on His lips. The camp was a forest and really getting dark. Bliss told Sia that their only Hope would be to Find a DrumCircle because IT needed to worship.
Without a doubt, the scary, dark forest-jungle changed its face: the steady rhythm of a Mountain Priest having sex with his instrument summoned our Faithless Servants:
Babylon is done Gone down gone down, Bliss chanted in her depreciated Heart. Whirls of light United the bystanders, the lost souls, the found souls, the dark and light souls Gathered before the drummers.
Bliss ecstatic takes some acid: minutes, hours, lifetimes proceed as do the hours, four, five, six...
Clock strikes DAWN
Bliss about to YAWN
Decides to go Home,
Where's the damn tent, where's Candy Cane, Bliss protests, laughing, linking arms with her friend Sia the rich brat,
What a night, what a night
This can't possibly end
Let's go over there some
I think I hear a Night Owl call
Ing HOME Sweet Home
Come hither pretty young girls
Lemme show you something
Wonderful: Magic Mushroom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(To be continued)
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