Subliminal Probe

Can she take you seriously, after crashing the Rickshaw,that you got in your dowry.Hampi just after the Monsoon!Lookin’ at the Russian alphabet last night.That subconscious Old Chestnut! in chill out huts.Getting wound up with nothing;Party drug, ‘do or die’“I use them, don’t let them use me”From the Twilight zone of her Terminal Pain.Will to continue to Live for her young children ~When you have to let go on a Morphine Cocktail!