it's not me, it's me

In the late 90's early 00's in a brilliant haze of weed smoke, pills and acid I started creating odd little artworks and poems. Connected words would enter my mind like a fusion powered train of brain farts that would overwhelm me so much I'd have to stop whatever I was doing to write them before they disappeared into the aether. I'd flesh out these strange little metaphysical esoteric poems and shared them sporadically. They were well recieved by my peers at the time. A decade ago I decided to put everything into a document that remained unpublished and forgotten about.

Until now.

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