Thursday, December 03, 2020
Mac

Mac

A stubborn, substantial tear-jerker, delivering a swirly, thirsty high. My lips were bony, my thoughts rambling
and softly lit. I drifted into a curious head-space—secretive, slightly stuffy, thirsty (again)—while my skull grew hot and my yawns cracked from some mysterious depths. Overall,
I was well-zoned, with rippling visions and indecisive but ultimately soothing impulses.