ODs do
hed have a hard time counting
the ODs do he knew who didnt make the cut
who anxiously happily spooled out all the coil they had
and
then clutching for more realised they had come away emptyhanded
their
limpid tailends turning lazy doublehelixes just beyond their reach
they played out every bit they
had
ODs do
they forgot they were the only one Inside
who
could possibly hold their scarce tether between a thumb and fingerjoint with minimal pressure to
keep themselves from being lost
ODs do
drifted off into a warm haze
the haze from where they had been before they were born
that promising haze deliciously lashing their senses with shimmering radiation
and
shadows quizzing of times to come if they didnt do what ODs did
ODs do
when crooked fingers were
pointed
pointed with livings coddled finesse pointed rapaciously ignorantly
he refused hardily to find fault with
their slips
Theres
no fuckin telling where theyll end
and he
imagined them racing at lightspeed elsewhere after having shed their physical
encumbrances their chaffing frictions
ODs do
there were more than he could
count
and countless more to come
the drug experience was
scintillating
and
only those who were experienced knew
Jimi sang it
was Jimi a casualty
he
didnt think so
ODs think outside the box radically trying to change their containment
ODs do
there are worse ways to die when one is born terminal
1436, Twosday,
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