Zip zup, zip zup
What's ruined more lives than the atom bomb and caused more orgasms than the Karma Sutra?
Zip zup, zip zup. Through the veins, along, in and out of the veins, into the juiciest muscle of them all the brain! So nice to be out of the bottle.
I arrived here a few days ago by post, a cheap padded envelope carried me to this large port house in this desserted seaside town at the end of January. The postman probably thought he was delivering ear drops or aromatherapy oil, the fool! Ahh, that innocent looking brown bottle, small enough to easily smuggle onto a jumbo jet, potent enough to incapacitate each and every one of its occupants, all passengers and crew.
Drop me on the back of the hand or down the throat, it doesn't matter - today's double strength version of me is going to plow through their psychic defenses like a race car through a steam cloud. Yes, down the throat or through the pores, into the blood stream, the bodies superhighway to anywhere I like! A quick tour of the guts and intestines, play around a bit just to warn them of what's coming. But at the exact time, turn up in the control centre, the skull and look out the eyes at the others I'm doing this to at the exact same time. Aww bless these mortals, it's so cute watching these doe eyed hipsters all realise at the same moment, and see their pretty little eyes widen and the colours drain from their faces.
The acid. Wasn't. Supposed. To Be. This strong.
Should of respected me then. Maybe they did, too late now, I'm already running riot in their systems . They should of known better than to be careless with me, but They never learn, do They? They knew exactly who I was when they invited me in , they know I've ruined more lives than the atom bomb and caused more orgasms than the Kama Sutra. You could devote your whole life to knowing me (and many have) and I would still shock you.And I would do it using the contents of your own mind.
Zip zup, zip zup. Best invention of the 20th century, that's me, and the most fascinating! Who else, what else, was subject to intense scrutiny and testing by the US government, only to be rejected for being too unpredictable, too lawless, too powerful? And at the same time, nutso professors were telling their students to take me or their degrees would be useless in future! Then they tried to ban me, and I was all of a sudden on every front page, every news programme, every singer sang about me, and those that tried to confine or disgrace me saw me in the eyes of their once innocent children. I took root in pop culture, and just like the brains of those here tonight, a trace of me will live there forever. In 1000s of years' time, archeaologists will find traces of me in their fossilised remains.
On nights like this when I can truly roam free, I am the black tide. Read the damn room. One sees joy and bright colours, and another hallucinates ectoplasm, another hears through their fingers, another experiences a free flow of memories thoughts shapes ideas so intense and random it feels like experiencing everything at once. The frail looking old man in the corner holds his head in his hands and his friends gather round him, thinking he's going to die, the sober bystanders turned attentive nurses. Joke's on them, really he will die many years from now.
Yes, I am the black tide, a tide bigger and more powerful than any other, your only hope of survival is to surf your way out , and apart from survival, the only reward you will get is to that you will be able to tell your fellow humans of when you rode the black tide and lived. Black, as in the colour of ink. The kind you write, or draw, or tattoo with. Yes, tattoos, when the ink gets under the skin and stays there.
Zip zup, zip zup.