Drone Frequency Mantra
March 11, 2026
I think they put Molly in my ice cherry chai with a shot of espresso. I am moving through the day in a husk of myself, much lighter. My insides were extracted in some comedic way, leaving my belly empty with room for humour. Perhaps my intensities were yanked from my throat as if a magician were pulling coloured scarfs from a gaping hole. Then, my intensities can be twisted and tied into balloon animals, floating above me, adding to my lightness.
