[Transformer sound effects - in again walks AK Infinity...]
I was trying to fit in my evening routine, one awkward pant leg at a time and all the time I'm just stumbling to stand up. Towards evening sometimes I like to flow into the shower, turn up the heat and humidity for dreams sake. Did I say that I smoked two bowls before that? Did I forget to mention the green? Did I forget to say I'm easily paralyzed by impossible dreams? [He exhales again, but this time a lot heavier.] The water was falling over my shoulders and life hit me with a certain reality. I'm not talking about that dreamless shit, the kind spun by logical logitions, the high and tight kind, the kind that set their clocks before bedtime and wake up when they go ring-a-ringing.
Listen...
I ain't talkin bout dem kind. I ah's talkin bout da kine dat smell so sweet and issss. I realize that our equilibrium is chaotic, and life to a certain degree is all about acceptance. We get that we came outta nothing but can we go back to it so tamely?
The thought of my mortality was awash. Is there a second where life is not precious? Is there a minute that didn't mean absolutely everything? Yeah. Do you feel me? I was fiercely questioning the meaning of all thisssssss stuff. It was aglow but foolishly so. I kept coming back to the fact that I was good, high, and wet. Isn't that all that matters now, the moment?