you're on your own, the lights go down slow, a kind of darkness to fall for, some kind of ghost to know, clinging to the familiar just to let it go. 
a warm wind blows in, like a cool breeze you blow out, streets filled with consumers and angry girls spending daddy's cash on frivolous trinkets and jamboree bags. they wear designer labels, and high heels, lip gloss and shimmering dresses, they look like hollywood idolatry, fallen swingers and la cabaret stars.   
it's 13 o clock, the bells are ringing out across town traffic, you flow with the tide head in a book, trying to be all indiscreet, attracting no attention, blending in with the background and standing out like a sore thumb. up above mercury, venus and jupiter align, you think what does it mean, a good time to write love letter to people you do business with. some flickering thing at the back of your mind, you take out a little hit of holy mushroom and swallow it down a shot of basil seed drink, the heat spreads along like a cloud of glitter and here comes the razors edge, slicing through the veils, hitting you up with some revelation... 
...we see in cross sections, everything is frozen in the moment of time and space, you can't escape, evolution is the development of desires, a righteous man feels the force behind the event, our thoughts are a contrast between intentions, the intention of the universe and the intention that we have as a response, which brings suffering. the law of the universe is bestowal, this is the law of life.
the bells stop, you slip into another secret state, they have to hate you for the truth, the mushroom wears off, your trembling and covered in sweat, it's morning, you forgot your sunglasses.