Alcohol+cannabis+music=😵

An alcohol influenced, cannabis fueled free write as I glide on the wings of the night.
Floating high reaching new heights.

Intoxication, a little mini vacation from the routines of reality.
Forget about society,
Forget about normality,
eliminate anxiety, nevermind sobriety, we're all addicts.
Most of my greatest achievements have been accomplished under the influence of a substance, helping me advance my creativity. Enhancing my musical abilities, challenging my poetic stability.

No man-made creations though, hell no.
Only the best of the best,
suprised it's so easy to get here in the west.
Some of natures greatest creations, invoking powerful transformations.
The succulent, sweet leaf, cheefing on kief, providing much relief.
The magical mushrooms,
melting my mind, morphing this "reality".

Although I forgot as I write this I'm drunk, not drunk as a skunk but drunk enough that I've sunk into the experience, but still aware of certain things, as my mind clings to the strange progressions provided by pink floyd filling this void,
I see we're all a lil schizoid.

Now I roll with the reggae rhythm, immersed in the wisdom of Bob Marley, "one love, one heart, let's get together and feel alright."
Transcendental melodies,
touching my soul, transporting my psyche, a certain mood far too magnificent to describe with words, just spinning away.

Where am I going with this piece?
No where at all, just an inebriated release of feelings in this strange state of peace.
"Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled" I hear Brian Eno say,
his lush, spacious soundscapes surround my sedated spirit,
reminds me of death, still keeping my breath, no need to fear it,
as we all move near it.

Now, under the mambo sun with Marc Bolan, imagination runs as I'm rollin.
A fairy tale vibe another one I can't describe.
These compositions, these feelings to surreal to say in words, as they shift me to another plane of consciousness, beyond the realm of language.
These intoxicants really send me on extensive rants as I continue to spill the ink in a trance like space.
Circling the star light in Black sabbaths planet caravan.
Lift, drift into the abyss lurking within.
The sparkling shimmers of light engulfs this infinite shadow.
Traveling the isle of everywhere, planet gong and the pot head pixies,
Quite a strange place this sends me to.
Spacey chaos, psychedelic saxophones, strangely feeling at home with these radio gnomes.
Ending this expedition in the valley of eternity,
instrumentally transcendental,
perhaps accidental but this tone is sentimental and reminds me of lost paradise we all long for, we all wish was right outside our front door but we don't know anymore, not as sure as we were before.

Time to put down the pen,
as my eyes begin to feel heavy again.
These notes evoke the mystic that is within, and sends me on a journey of returning to where I've always been,
though drunk and high as the sky, I can't deny my acknowledgement of the eternal now, don't know how don't know when all I know is this is where we've always been.