2002-09-27

Life explodes
Into tiny bite-sized morsels around me
But I'm too full of myself to eat
I'm trying to empty
My ego-stomach
In a fit of
Conceit regurgitation
So I drink shots
Of alchoholic-spiritualism
Chased with 6.0 Hermeticism
Hoping the mixture of concoctions is enough
To get me reasonably intoxicated
And dizzy
Until finally at the end of the night
The lower self comes flying out
In a purifying explosion
Of painful other-body spams
Until I fall to the floor
In the alter/throne room
Truely kneeling at the right hand of God

~Matt Magus

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