Altered States

Part Of The Scene

Turns out the fireworks
Were down by the river

Thinking I’d be just a stranger
Another emerges beside me

Talking about D.C. lights and fires
Roof-popping head level smoking

Suddenly added mortars
Are boom-firing behind us

He warns so we hunch-cover ears
And my kidneys ache from blasts

Exploding overhead so close that
Flaming-char chunks are evident

Pummeling between me and others
Could’ve set fire to a child’s blanket

A low-set car contributes atmosphere
Playing gang-bangin’ music – hilarious

Got the full emersive 3–D experience
Others regroup and we exit delirious

Altered States, Songs, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

To Not Move (Song)

Snug in the perfect position
Almost all gone by omission

There used to be a time when
Many could be choosen from

Now nearly every one presents
Pain from an unrelenting thumb

After lovemaking the body resets
But haven’t found that partner yet

Drugs and alcohol are out of the question
Don’t need addiction adding complexion

Tossing and turning
Whining and burning

Screamimg and yelling
Are just mental blurring

Ain’t got no cure
For what’s ailing

System hijacked
By hot inflaming

Altered States

Primordial

“I could hear him coming from down the street, looking to inflame anyone he’d meet.

Seeking eye contact, he’d shout louder if at all noticed, spouting obscenities – claiming he had a reason by his subject matter for abusing everyone on the street.

I couldn’t help it.

He ignited my alrrady simmering fuel – and I turned to go after him, striding big and boldly with a purpose – watching as he hastily began pedfaling away.

‘Yeah – you run away!’ I shouted after him.

‘You wanna have a real conversation – or are you just yelling?!”

As he kept going with tail now between his legs, he attempted to yell louder after me as I turned away in disgust, shaking and gentiley apologixing to clustered bystanders watching in baffled amazement at my undertaking as I brushed him off and tossed my head to push off the crazy.

And when I turned and walked down the adjoining street away from everybody, he tried one more time at distance to throw his b.s. at me.

Throwing a sideways blocking palm hand in his direction, I yelled back at him – ‘ Yeah, you’ve got nothin‘!'”

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Dancin’ Fool

“All of this core restabilizing alignment work has me here and there momentarily able to put out some sharp moves.

Of course, then I tweak something coming across limitations – but at least, then I have a funnn reason for being in severe, throbbing pain!”

(“Let me see you do it!” – Lil Jon)