I swallowed the world in a circle
of crimson kleptomania and I
through inhalation found god
in a fish tank; thinking it through,
I was the fish for a second or two,
and with the ripples in front of me I
submitted to the notion of out of
body external perceptions, submitted
to the thought that I just might die
from swallowing that shit and to
think that I came all this way
for a good time. (Put Pink on) think.
