Our universe and time collides in mass chaos. In an imperfect beginning transforms light, love and consciousness to a state of admiration. Then in one nanosecond an explosion of freedom engulfs humanity, only to breed an overwhelming desire to seek light.
As one year drips carefully down the side of my cheek, I stop and materialize the emotion one could only hope to over come. The fear of all fears. The truth of all truths. Can It be overcome? Can it be concurred? Or shall the being exist only to crowd in the corner, hoping for the next minute to pass.
Then as the dust clears, all of the inverse elements succumb and replicate. Repeating the vicious rinse and repeated we call life. We begin to realize, that your universe is just like mine. That our lives intertwine with the corset of blood, dreams and will.
Hold hands with me as we walk into the bliss. Don't fear the unbearable. Don't embrace the umbra cobble diversity of imagination. Instead bend the spoon as if weren't there. Bend your mind as if you aren't here. Twist your heart as if it be your last beat.
Psychedelic writing. Many symbolisms. The id's thoughts are linked by emotions and needs, the ego's thoughts by logic, and the superego's ideas by symbolism.
Yeah as it came to me, I posted them. I was tripping It's always weird being able to type as I trip. It was soooo fucking hard too
When I read it, I thought you were. I checked your contemperaneous posts but they didn't seem stoned. So I just asked you. (I know what you're thinking. Well, what other word would have described "posts written plus or minus a few minutes"? Hey, I tried to think of a smaller word like simultaneous.)
Yeah man. It's weird just how similar you and I are. Kinda freaking me out a little. Yeah but before I try and explain what I was thinking. I gotta chew on what I wrote. After you dissected it like that has me a thinking in a weird angle. I gotta rethink things
Everytime I reread symbolic writing, I see new angles and meanings. Same with some paintings, and the movie "Wizard of Oz." I just reread it about 10 times and got about 20 new connections.
Since the 60s, those government-created comparisons have claimed no artistic improvement while tripping. But they always use experienced artists, like that one. For people who never draw or write poetry, to suddenly do so while stoned, with not-bad results, is a revelation. Atty. Gen. Holder is trying to undo the horror of mandatory sentencig for nonviolence. http://www.takepart.com/article/2013/11/26/mandatory-minimums-end-lives
I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-Kiri Rock. I need scissors! 61!
