I’m high as a kite and can’t stay on track.
There’s so much I could be doing, and I’m trying to do it all…
A trail of mess behind me.
The fire is roaring, and I’m shedding more and more clothes.
The view is great from up here on the ceiling…
Bouncing around in circles, floating, flying, twirling.
Eyes watching me from the wall.
Mary-Jane calls me to sit down with her, to sit and twist…
I would be rude not to.
And would I like fries with my order?
Why yes, yes I would.
- Erebus Obscura and The Nature of The Blood Kite (conlabentis.wordpress.com)