london pills

Running London, High crazed, racy near kings cross going to sundaze, looking for ecstasy near the underground, stoned folks appear like angels (MEGAWHITE thing) and give me a pair for three quid each, irish drawl, run into the store, get cubas with bliss, enter, the guard tears me dow,n this black linebacker type he scares me i give him my pills but i get in i dance around italian dopefiends and techno divas, electro cute girls as lazarus cuts the beats, and the sun for london is godly an drink some more buy some more from this italian sunglassed guy, Fabrizzio, dance near fucking lovely girls in fashion dresses bending on rave, im on, getting stoned my face is bliss ive never been happier im from hackney, the blue sky like a tattoo in my soul, sunset dawns, draws colors in space i can see more with my eyes close, minimal going into progressive tech, i meet this girl from spain, faintly catala, with sapphire eyes, we dance, i lie to her, i hook her up, she doesn´t know ive taken three pills, she thinks this is how iam, a happy, confident beautiful guy, just there dancing coordinately, harps of our aura, i will later fuck her near jamaica street, make love and sleep in the bus, in a strange bed with white walls, i will fall in love with her for two day after this and later i will only see her through facebook, never again on flesh, Natalia Rivera. river nata, i told her i was from a strange latin american country, i told her i was a journalist, im a pillhead, sometimes i can scrawl paradise, sometimes im nice. going back in the metro i sing with bliss this hackney wild song about crack and english gardens that is an invitation to girls to come to my house and people genuinely smile at me, like when drunk isnt stupid or nagging but almost careless divinity. i sleep for three days after seven pills and a fucking mad weekend. godspeed, save the light. love you mates.