yeah i’ll b there w...

In a parallel celestial body

another vessel of space and time and dust and matter

where the moon is born old and grows young

there's that girl that everyone knows by name

and rumours seethe

of the kind of extra-curricular activity she engages in.

Aromatic heavy loud

intemperate atmosphere;

the perfect habitat

for her personal divergence,

her adherence to the tenets of the order of Tumult

of Yeah Whatever

of Yeah i'll b there with the...

THC-bearing leaves, or sensuality, or willingness

to turn their eyes and thoughts.

Onto Me.

Wait, no.

Her.

Get-togethers are literal in her opposite macrocosm

and she can hang out wherever

and all of the hundred words she knows how to dispense-

everyone will hang to them desperately

to receive a little fraction

of her.