Dream-walking,
a transcendental state,
of mindless psychedelic pistol rounds,
popping in the dopamine addicted neurons.
A live movie theater,
of Olympian thunderbolts,
and Ra crazed sunshine,
receptors of crystal images,
playing on repeat.
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Interesting words, these people are such a huge part of our heritage. Thank you