when you hit (like a rock to a wall!) my
mind, I seem to
s h u t t e r. and –short out. my words get
juMbLed. you(are) like a shot of whisky
to my BRAIN. a breath of pot[sweetmaryjane]
in my LUNGS.
you. impair. me.
my:
transmission CraKeS(shot to hell)
leaking fluids into mymy
conveyer b-e-l-t. (causing the stars in the 8th galaxy to shatter and fall)

what is this h.o.l.d
you've(ve) get on me?
(-oh god oh, my fucking god)
is it permanent [see also: sexual attraction]?
am I sstuckk in this-
'balls-to-the-wall-carpe-diem-scene"?

.

.:Lan-man you have got me, writing the strangest things:.