Trapped in the tricky dicky

Itchy tree fingers whirlwind around as if a flock of birds had flown, these leaves, these leaves won’t leave me be. reds yellows oranges greens and browns float in a vortex around me like a contestant in a game show, designed to be snatched from mid air and spent on bills and a clandestine amphetamine. […]

via Trapped in the Tricky Dicky — Jaded Psychodelicide


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