No ideas

No ideas in mind.
Just gonna spill the ink
Until I'm able to think.
One thing that never leaves my mind is the feeling of life being so very strange, as things begin to change but they also stay the same.
I rearrange the contents of my brain.
I see myself as a stranger to the human race, the longer I stare into my face I see no trace of normalcy.
Excuse me as I indulge myself and consume some high quality cannabis.

(An unknown amount of time passes)

Woah, I was lost in technology
for who knows how long.
This cannabis is quite strong.
As I'm deep within this song,
drifting away.
(Golden hours by Brian Eno plays)

"I think it's been an eternity."
Another green world,
Into this majestic soundscape I've been hurled.
Drifting into the ambient sketchbook.
The echoing melodicism reminds me of ancient, cosmic prisms surging throughout space.

Still I catch myself staring into my face suddenly feeling like a disgrace to the human race.
My deep secret,
I know I don't live up to my full potential.
Maybe I'll take another massive hit of magnificent marijuana to help remove the self rejection and personal deceptions I feel surrounding me.
The cannabis seems to put me in
"My feelsies" as sinister spital put it.

Excuse me as I take a trip now to the yoga mat to remind myself where I'm at.