"Evil Games"
April 3, 2000

How do you spell ecstacy
Without trust at the core?
There's a realm of images
Floating towards my door;
They beckon me,
Sometimes call me names-
But always offer to light up my smoke
And a place in their evil games;
Through my door, the world unfolds
Or rather, what I want it to be-
And I trust myself to live in excess;
I trust no one but me;
I met myself one day and said
"Where would you like to go?"
I smiled and without a hint of regret,
Said, "Anywhere but low."

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