i) Dose

Dose up the micrograms, open your eyes and scan, dope how the mind expands. Drop down the diaphragm, you want a plan, I'll draw up a diagram. Dropper the milligrams, cleaner than Cilit Bang BANG! Weight up the kilograms. Spin like a ceiling fan. Me? I’m just chillin' fam.

Break up the pill to yam, feel my hands, getting sweaty - 
feeling I'm, getting tetchy. Walls are closing, room is waving, 
raw emotion, hallucinations. View is strange and truth’s evading, heart swing in a cadence (check the clock)...

Man it ain’t formal, hand on the journal. Man on a journey
, whispering
"phantoms can’t hurt me" but that's when they heard me. Taking a breath in, waiting for heaven, shaking it sets in...

Must be the demons fighting in my head 
that's clouding up my clarity. Sometime it seems like I'm a one sec
ond slip away from insanity. That a trip, and I grip till hands they bleed, 
but gradually 
facing depravity, awaiting a cavalry, finally fall from the face of reality.


Inside the subliminal, try to speak syllables, that might describe with a line on the rise of the visuals.

This taken me hostage, plain
 swear every thoughts insane, 
trapped in the wallpaper's pattern, 
staring at the same spot again. Lost in places - time and spaces, swear this aint the same - hours move like days, that square-foot of cracked wall never strays my gaze.

ii) Patterns

Paralysed by pursuit of passing, paradigm permuting patterns. Predisposed to the perfume attracting, pre-concieved notions of potions protraction. Plainly asking for problems, the random of quantum, phantoms that blossom. From solvents, Pandora's been shadow-boxing, shallow solemn within each pattern forming.


iii) Strange Chatter

Live and direct - from the truth's centre. Don't touch that dial, you are now tuned into...the truth transistor, fact adapter, psychedelic synapsis smasher. Acid-dipped triptych, third eye enhancer. Couple a tabs to realign an off-balanced Chakra. Visualize a fender-wielding Frank Zappa, slash Franz Kafka chapter crafter. Or Carlos Santana, dance with black magic mama cita. Man I leave the bodega with a stammer, smoking coronas - aroma evoking the potent panorama of a night-time Havana.
Someone must've spiked that cohiba, I feel a hot sweat and cold war-type paranoia. See a bay of pigs, bay for blood kid – in a banana republic. Cobbles run red with the fever, fire, souls, cadavers. La Revolucion wont be televised - cloak and dagger. Robert Oppenheimer's doomsday devices activated - nuclear reactor cast yer eyes skyward like Rapture. Holding the rungs of Jacob's Ladder, over a lake of magma, await the here after. Am I scared? No! Why? Coz I see so clear after...

No fear fathomed – so near phantoms. Imagine abandoned mansions, a memory in every atom. A mixture of measured and random memorandums. Whether feather or bantam, adapting my weight for the state of the challenge. Awake to my fate each day in the balance, exist in the grip of serendipity's talons. Sipping a liquid-elixr filled chalice, from my lips to the tip of the tongue to the palate. To the back of the throat, antidote to the malice. Down the rabbit-hole just like Alice.
His mind channels (very strange). Trip-like madness (very strange). It's quite fast kid (very strange). Wait a second, while I instagram this. Is this enchanted, or am I just paranoid? Excuse me and my french kid – but this feels like a movie directed by Gaspar Noe...and I don't fancy the void. Boy better, ploy better – blessed be the foil. Fools and jesters fester under soil. But no jokes required when I wrestle that toil. Until the day I shuffle of this Tesla coil.

Coz we – all gotta find our matter and no matter if yer mind don't matter man. Never mind, you'll have to climb that Matterhorn. Them the times you'll find your brain matter more. Coz we all just gotta find our matter and no matter, some time it's all anger man. Pick yer fights - don't get conned by the matador. Them the times – you'll find your brain matter more. Coz we all just got to find an answer for what reason we've been placed on the planet's floor. You could use coke or pills or acid or any type of vibe to tryn make that brain matter more. Coz we all confused and scramble more. Create illusions, false hope in the above. But if yer looking to make your brain matter more, you should know...it's just love.