Blood pour from his head and loose teeth rattle in his jaw. When he reach home he fall pon his pipe and relieve the pain- gone. Hot inta hyper land, paranoia a step quick. Our boy he a rest and he a float. Jungliss lick he mind softly.
Mescaline runs throu the veins.
Time catches slow. He hear the JazzStep move and Our boy's mind swirl back to the smooth urban drape. He fly to soarin towers and scan the city lights as they burn. He walk aback onto the street. Check tha rocks in his gum.