kimberly_ave

"What exactly is being the under the influence, 'cause I feel above the kids that don't drink or smoke. My writing is sloppy, for that I apologize. It is what makes life curb, and trick you. Fuck me up, over, or repeadtly. I don't care, 'cause by tommorow I will have forgotten. I don't apologize, for being under the influence. I'm drunk, and can't even read my own handwriting."


        "The K's ready now.
It's magic time. Scrap the Pyrex, grind it into powder, then...up and away!
Special K.
It's a cleaning smelling up the nose. You wait twenty seconds. Then, there is the roar of a jet engine, so you lie back and wait a while longer. Close your eyes and it's a whole new world. There's a lot of unfolding. Everything just slides away, like many curtains opening at once. And your muscles hallucinate- they feel lifted upward, quickly, so your stomache drops. Nothing can prepare you for that up,up,up feeling- when you're on the ceiling, and the ceiling keeps getting higher. You are borne uopn a wave, and pushed upward and foward.
And then: eyes-open.
But they've been open.
You're in the k-hole now. When you focus, you look around the room- but is it the same room? Do you know this room? It may seem ultraclear, or hot and shadowy, or '50s kitschy...and then it changes. The set changes...a quick turn of the floor and...there's a Moroccan influence, or a slick and modern aproach, then it blends back into what it is-until it shifts again. K is a displacer-you are outside of our head, and everything, everything, is new. You must look at that couch for the first time-define what it is-make a connection-and that's hard. For some strange reason, that couch looks like a dancing tree frog. Not literally, like an acid hallucination...but subtly, so you can see both, the couch and the tree frog exsisting at once.  Welcome to the land of K."

"If letters had eyebrows, these would be arched"
"Evil must be baked at 650 degrees"



these are just some things i dont want to forget.