Treasure Island

Ray Quesada

(08-08-1986)

Bad Trip


Vigorously hallucinating on acid
I, terrified, watched my beloved brother
tear his face, and cry tears of blood-
I cried
They panicked
And had to call my mother.
-3: 33 a.m.,7-26-2013 -

Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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  • Lyn Paul (8/25/2013 3:21:00 AM)

    This I say would be a road you would not want to take again. thank you Ray and may you be on the road to no pain just pure happiness (Report) Reply

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