[mike123]

I wrote this one day when i was stoned and on mushrooms. Its not really a story kinda like a random poem i guess and i have no idea what the fuck i was talking about.

Here it is:
When everything is twisted into endless minds that are misted through a sea of smoke and everything around you fades away like shades of gray on a sunny summer day. Shattered moons of planets far away erupting into the void leaving all the empty shells of long forgotten tales broken down into a spine numbing interest in a culture that it diverted by the indecency of allegiany which is restricted by the model that is scripted in the minds of the past, like a city thats destroyed being ressurected at last. Stuck inside a slumber that is filled with 7 numbers all equally divine until the end of time when the sun forgets to shine.