the garden of love.

I had no idea how Clark quey could look like Egypt. There were stallions swimming under the Singapore river and i could feel the earth breathing. You could see mermaids in the sky, pyramids standing high and thousands of eyes winking at you from beyond the clouds. I could feel the soft ground beneath my feet and the tingling sensation from my head to my toe. Yet after seeing all those breathtaking psychedelic images, i can't seem to find the itch and start scratching the hell out of it till you get that satisfaction of what the substance's worth. Desperate, hungry and tired i started searching for things. Things to do. Things to scratch. I couldn't find a decent piece of pen and paper. I wanted to scratch the wall so badly. I couldn't believe listening to the hives albums matched my emotions so well, although mum's album had better tracks- at that point of time, was just too much too handle. For once, the rain made me sad. it poured and drenched each party of my body. Nether the less, it made the human life form so incredibly pretty covering them with purple, red, yellow, blue and green twirls and swirls. 2 hours to kick in. 12 hours of pure trip. 6 hours till we had contacted a human. Who eventually sacrificed a pig and brought it to our dining table. It was fun painting the night sky with you.... now let's not forget to create the day light.

Only thing i ever could need, only one good thing worth trying to be
and it's love.
I'll do it for love.
love.

xoxo.