I’m just passing through.
I made some beautiful noise and it was almost a portal, head clear enough,not swimming in bourbon, not slowed by Kratom..
A few little puffs of the precious plant and a perfectly open approach..
“look here mother fucker…I’m coming through that door..”
(what’s the password?)
Imma stab you in the face,that’s the password..
(access denied)
Retreat.
Returned rapscallions reveal relentless rambunctiousness..
“That door..that fucking door”
Approach it again, but this time,it’s not about desire.
It’s not about walking through it.
It’s only about staring at that goddamn door.
Think about it for a bit.
Maybe it’ll come to you.
dawn 