Film No. 210 LSD Synopsis by Missy Jubilee
What do they do
Those that cannot type
What would they write
To sleep at night
What do they carry into their dreams
Day and night.
The weight I feel at my elbows
is a fair price for this freedom
I call it freedom
To another it may be discontent
Some supposed otherworldly cunt saw fit
In their creation scheme
Schematic
Scheme in my attic
I really don’t know who to believe
And that includes myself
Perhaps that is the theme of this film
Examination of a self
Or an introduction to thinking
So elemental
Something along those lines
Always in interview
Introduction
Meeting something
Leaving something
Looking for relevance
Disconnected
That is how I feel
Floaty
But not free
of expectations
Flowers
Don’t always end up in a vase
People and parrots
Like to repeat
This is
Love and all its forms
Never made sense to me
Got me
WIshing
That wishes
Came true
Until you meet yourself
Coming out the other side
Between the lines
Anybody that didnt know
Better
Might think I didnt
Know better