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letra de riverboat surreal - jak tripper

(how’s everything? “groovy. are you here for some acid?” yeah, i guess so. “why?” what? “why are you taking acid?” what are you doing, a paper? “curiosity.” me, too. no, insight. i really think that i’ll find out something about myself.)[excerpts from the trip (1967 film)]

[jak tripper]

i depart six below, alarm clock link broke
number dull inner glow, eyelids fl!cker, lava lamp indigo
liquor whole, lithium slither, strips of c0ke, kitchen pros, opium jones
wrist tracks, rigs exposed, plaid jacket and slacks ripped
stripper pole, hitting home, suitcase gypsy, liver soaked
whiskers grown and drip spittle, i kicked the litter, rigger froze
germaphobic nightstand, dinner’s cold
polaroid clips of one of twin’s sisters choked underdeveloped pictures old
needle quiver and skin sticks to clothes
business trip tickets ??
i left the house ajar, the skip hit the switch to ??
six on a pallet in a cab ride and trip indulge

(“can i come? well uh, i don’t know.) [more excerpts from the trip (1967 film)]

[lodeck]

master to the odd angles, jak progresso, lodeck, turf of b23

folded on a sketcher, audio provided by the hospital dispatcher
lies, beauty, transparent, less merit
following her light, angelic, pretty and fresh in a spring apr-n
making food in the backyard for the sacred
here’s a life in case you want to retrace it
why the loudest one’s got to be so afraid to face it
ink got replaced by dna
beige flat out the hybrid -ssemble, that’s my vmas
vmas of crookedest writings on earth
still don’t compare to the realer sightings on this curious turf
death rebirth hypnotism fullest
the wind to transform marble tables into bullets
faintness trembles into -rg-smic sewage slot
cause the flesh folds weak but the world don’t stop

(“i’ve got this whole thing going with people on acid. i just like what happens, you know.” yeah? “they’re groovy people.” well that’s nice, but maybe i’ll see you later. “well have a nice trip.” yeah.) [more excerpts from the trip (1967 film)]

[jak tripper]

i’m in the clams, mosquito net bed
incense of citronella solicited poppies off the raft
flying fish lids follow the alkaloid powder dash
tight void air, flourishing a fever, girl tap the gl-ss, avocado mask
eastern opium savor a pipe, dissolve into hash
heroin island oil lamp, sugar and rum twilight, white wash cubicals
hooks slinging hammocks for the opium crash
albino cat girl, american bitter boy grips the sugar cane
she’s holding his staff
blindfolded vietnamese sweet flower tan
asphyxiated the heavy pants seconds before the euphoric blast
i ride the trail and cling to the tabs
she’s still bounded from shoulder to calves
hanging fever hit me at last
selective pestilence for the left handed stamp
epidemic sweat covers the scabs

(in, out, in, out. come on, breathe. breathe! in, out, in, out. just quietly, in, out. that’s a boy. “i’m frightened to die, man.” you’re not going to die. that’s just a thought. it’s all in your mind. there’s no fear in it. it’s in your interpretation of it, “i though i was going to die.” see, it’s p-ssing. now it’s p-ssed. it’s over. if it happens to you again, go ahead and go with it. just go ahead and die. whatever happens. okay? you all right? sure?) [more excerpts from the trip (1967 film)]

- jak tripper

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