Queso Posted January 11, 2006 Report Posted January 11, 2006 Once upon a timeso well stamped within our dimensions,that it reoccurs now, unveilingthough you can not expect it to,some Sines are just too long to be DETECTED, if you catch my saw-like drift. Once within some space,ones identity acknowledgedpuzzled, nowknowing that all of our cells regenerate every 7 or so yearsso even though my physical self is constantly undergoing this...regeneration,whatever i refer to as my self, remains cohesive and as variable and sticky as it's ever been. Not too long ago a kid you guys know as orbsycli (orb-SIS-lee) within deep meditation amplified the thought after magnifying it,and slowly peiced together a vital. The whole of my law has almost nothing to do with this strange society i have been born into, and i feel my functional self climbing higherand higheralong the moss of a friendly ally tree. Here we are in slow motion, reaching for our Cresendo. Quote
Queso Posted January 11, 2006 Author Report Posted January 11, 2006 Who are these nonorganic beings i encounter in my lucid dreams??? What is all of this information i am recieving from other minds??? What is this new world i am exposing up there in my own brainstorms?? The things i have learned in my dreams are things that i could not have thought of on my own.... I believe i am receiving information when i duck down into my subconcious.Something irregular from sensory input,Zosros,this is the romance from mind to mind. If you remember your own existenceand turn off this passive mode Quote
Queso Posted January 11, 2006 Author Report Posted January 11, 2006 i am this antenna, you see? I am this antenna, you feel? you dig? Orb never did intend to be this spiritual,and there never was a dawnlike i said these sine waves are just too long to be detected. we nod, and push on. Quote
Queso Posted January 11, 2006 Author Report Posted January 11, 2006 Its not necessarily menacing but it can be to just watch. What am i supposed to think??-nothing, whatever comes to mind will come and never go. How am i supposed to act to all of this??-im not, i will just be and with that ill react to actions. Basics. "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of your law" I must do what i do! and that is write, dance, draw, imagine, fuse, improvise, document, edit, master, produce, interrogate, display, O but wait,none of this matters.... not even my legacy...sure, it will feel good to knowthat maybe some kid will relatesome girl will wishour love was evidentbut when it comes down to iti dont want your moneythis gasoline, obligations regarding intangibles!I just want to love,and live and where does work come in? My work....i need to do your work to do my work?what is this illusion?I never believed them,and thus,ive found this path thats slip slidin' in the complely other direction. On this path, there is no path, and if there was, it would be lined with treesthat acknowledge your presenceand interact with you NO NOT IN ENGLISH YOU FOOLin ways the commonman cannot executeThey're all listening for 4/4even though they have no idea what the hell 4/4 is,and the rhythms really in 7/8. Poor butterfly,poor erroll,poor byrd,poor miles, Your energy within. Quote
Queso Posted January 11, 2006 Author Report Posted January 11, 2006 Are there any avid dreamers broadcasting their existence that are interested in conducting lucid experiments? Please only reply if you are interested in blowing your mind wide open (if it hasn't been already, of course :rolleyes: ) Quote
Queso Posted January 11, 2006 Author Report Posted January 11, 2006 why am i so afraid to feel my own heartbeat? Why long when you can wide? With this pulse im doomed to a life in Heaven hell and purgatorio and nothing is going to cut it, over with this mind o mine.ill read in my corner, underneath a blanket my mom gave meand just sit there with so much love in my eyessometimes i find myself not knowing what to do with myselfso i just lay there with so much passionwide intangible mediums where ill wallow and scream down hallwayslouder than ive ever thought possibleand out pops a delay an echo the cough of a smokerthe voice of a manthe mind of a childthe brain of a young man I JUST WANT TO THRASH O but the balance.... to thrash is to quick,and balance equals long pickupand opposite emotions that occuredduring the thrash so like i said, i lay therealmost warm. Quote
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