There is a story about a radio tower and two teenagers on heavy LSD .
I want to tell it before I die,but I’m afraid I couldn’t do it right.
I tried, about a decade ago, but there’s this one moment, this pivotal…this…
(I know what you’re doing..)
I’m talking about the first time we talked.
At 16, up in the sky with the universe shaking all around us.
And death.
The touchable closeness that was right there..
And the first thing you ever said to me..
“let go”
(I just wanted to make sure you were listening….)
It was the trip of all trips.
And I think…if I could undo it, I would. And life would have taken a completely different path..
(what about Fate?)
What about genetic dysfunction?
What about hereditary bugs?
(call it what you want…you love me)
I do.
And I think I’ve needed you.
And I don’t think I would have made it without you π…
(then shut the fuck up)
Keep the story…keep the details….just for me and Jason Mills…that experience…
Catalyst..
(fuck it, we’re here now..)
And molting…and dosing our brains…
(you need to play some music dude π΅πΆπΆ)
I do..
This revelatory act gets old…
(bleed…bleed like your heroes)
I’ll play for you.
I don’t have to play for them.
I’ll play just for you…
Shadow
(π)
(dickhead.)