The strange ability to smoke you

The hallucination is a sort of bastard
says Baudelaire. If he knew what I know
he wouldn’t put on airs. Comes now
brown-eyed and parched him,
who makes of a bedroom his casket
fitted for a rolling two; reply I,
it is the bastard who hallucinates.

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~ by Jeremy on May 15, 2013.

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