hmmmm...makes me think along interesting lines

Michael Persinger - Psychotropic drugs and nature of reality -

through the turmoil

of being part of the fringe

to smile is to remember the truth

Matrix of Power

Matrix of Power

How could you do a thing like that? I thought you were my friend, I thought you were my friend...

i am with every stone i turn on this cobblestone path uncovering more and more errors
in the way i think and just exactly how deep some of it runs

cognitive errors
errors in thinking with roots that have woven themselves into the fabric of my personality
my very self

it is so scary to see these things
face them
and know that they have been a part of me for all my history

it is a frightening thing
so many of the stones I turn over have
Pandora's ugly bugs beneath them

I R Hungry Kitteh But I Wayt

my cat
she's so weird
a client of kitty neurosis dot com
she knows she's hungry
and really wants to attack her marvelous morsels i've put out
but she waits...
she stalls...
she sits in a dark corner

and then...
when i pretend i'm not looking
that's when she goes
all non-chalant
and attacks her marvelous morsels
silly kitty

What Can I Do?

where to put it?
I need to set it down
all this
I'm missing you stuff

I want to tell you that i miss you
but you are nowhere to hear
in no posistion
to listen
out of access
line interrupted
sudden brutal disconnection
where
do I put this
I'm missing you stuff?

The Shelling is Relentless Regardless of Tactical Evasive Measures

I turn around
see that once was sound
my fortress
is now
in little scattered shambles
all in a row
leading off to heaven knows where
north of here
somewhere allegedly near the Capital

the stark, blasted flat-out unreality of it all is
the tricky part
striking me silly
somewhere
spinning me
blindfolded
I have my tail
my pin
but the donkey has fled
due...north
out of here

You Are Who?

potential portals chase my rhyme

they thaw the constraints found in time

a bridge so dark from foggy days

please blow to clear that blinding haze

lift to light

a dark made stark

super-glue my shattered heart

who are you to outshine the sun?

who are you?

sent by what one?

who are you the other side of the blaze?

who gave you the right to

shatter my daze?

He Is Made Of Myth

This hero with a thousand graces

A guru

To look up to

Smiling at me from across

A stretch between two moments

Became a divine vision

A holy dream

Who is it I may lay

This mistaken identity on?

No uncertainty

Only

A legend

7 feet tall!

Will do

so much is so mysterious...

maybe we are beings from another dimension and the way we get high is to take
a magical compound that immerses us into the earth realm...
here
and we see each other in fantastic light
where otherwise we wouldn't

Share Your Beautiful Smile With The World More Often!

A passing thought as a social critic

I think it is interesting how cult-like organizations form around brands

The cult reference isn't good cause that word stirs controversy where I'd like to see objectivity

When thinking about things like consumer loyalty

It fascinates the part of me that is interested in human behavior

The Shelling is Relentless Regardless of Evasive Measures

I turn around
see that once was sound
my fortress
is now
in little scattered shambles
all in a row
leading off to heaven knows where
north of here
somewhere allegedly near the Capital

the stark, blasted flat-out unreality of it all is
the tricky part
striking me silly
somewhere
spinning me
blindfolded
I have my tail
my pin
but the donkey has fled
due...
out of here

The Strangest Secret Earl Nightingale Conant 1950's Origional FULL 31:35 Min.

(Talk to me some more, You know that you don't have to go)

Empty Picture Frame

I have invisible friends now

2 of them

They are my friends

But their ethereal composition

Is like a chocolate cake

On a too high shelf

I can see them

Taste them

Hear them feel them

I beseech

But I just can't reach

...what i notice...

peeking out saying hello reminding me and myself of my

higher-ness

by the way

I am spewing forth & churning with new notions and noticing many
what-knots

and such. I don't know maybe this is what makes me so
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yes wretched lethargy
curse its hide
it sucks that I am all withdrawn and catatonic

I feel like I need 3 months notice

A Lead Burka

A cinder block enclosure with lots of peep holes

And plenty of druggage even beginning to be comfortable

socializing

all these things in ordinary life

my stress intolerance

shuts me down

I remember high mind high mind high mind

my mantra

I am feeling all

weird and tired

I am thinking about asking someone

to come over here slap me

the torment of unrest

this chemical malfunction
this neurosis
this mental malady
this craziness
this black dog
causes me so much undue pain
i feel it so deeply
sometimes i really worry
i worry about my heart exploding
broken heart pain is real
and sometimes my head feels like
it wants to explode too
like an aneurysm
this seizure of feeling
wears me threadbare
and my best friend is my bed

that's funny

I try to get through to life
it gives me the silent treatment
but still it refuses to change its phone number

Can you double up on the tetrahydrozoline please?

And then she finds this hive is very different from hers
She's been swept up in an anomalous vortex
Very rogue in kind
Sending her to a place with 10x more activity
Than she's used to
If she closes her eyes
She can understand
But
The teacher yells at her
Making an example of her
When she does

A Short Yet Powerful Clip on Freedom, Personal Protection, Tyranny & The Second Amendment

Finding Yourself Immersed in Time

The Global Brain-Peter Russell

No judgment

Everything in life holds both a blessing and a curse. We deny this when we label the events of our lives as either good or bad. The following old Zen story illustrates this lesson most effectively.

A farmer had a horse but one day, the horse ran away and so the farmer and his son had to plow their fields themselves. Their neighbors said, "Oh, what bad luck that your horse ran away!" But the farmer replied, "Bad luck, good luck, who knows?"

The next week, the horse returned to the farm, bringing a herd of wild horses with him. "What wonderful luck!" cried the neighbors, but the farmer responded, "Good luck, bad luck, who knows?"

Then, the farmer's son was thrown as he tried to ride one of the wild horses, and he broke his leg. "Ah, such bad luck," sympathized the neighbors. Once again, the farmer responded, "Bad luck, good luck, who knows?"

A short time later, the ruler of the country recruited all young men to join his army for battle. The son, with his broken leg, was left at home. "What good luck that your son was not forced into battle!" celebrated the neighbors. And the farmer remarked, "Good luck, bad luck, who knows?"

"Do not judge, and you will never be mistaken."

-- Jean Jacques Rousseau