Hooked
Imagination fixation,
the escapist addiction.
Dopamine waves climb
the colors from frame to frame.
Give me another…
another tug
of eye-fed drug.
I’m tripping, 24 pages at a time,
through Technicolor worlds
with roles to play,
villians I can grab hold of,
adamantium claws
and a “chair-leg of truth”
with which to pummel
the grey of life that clings to me.
the escapist addiction.
Dopamine waves climb
the colors from frame to frame.
Give me another…
another tug
of eye-fed drug.
I’m tripping, 24 pages at a time,
through Technicolor worlds
with roles to play,
villians I can grab hold of,
adamantium claws
and a “chair-leg of truth”
with which to pummel
the grey of life that clings to me.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 4:20 PM
2 Comments:
Wow, you are addicted. "I’m tripping, 24 pages at a time,
through Technicolor worlds" That is such vivid imagery, I can feel the pages turn. "Escapist.. and grey of life that clings to me." Thank God we've all got our little hideaways from reality!
You are Fantasia -- personified.
Either that, or you are the new version of Hunter S. Thompson.
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