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nothing...and the space between/Re: Alternate layers for transcendence

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its been a while since ive made a thread.

this thread will fail.

 

but i decided to bring up the idea of detachment from reality and how things are layers and layers and colors and colors. they way actions and emotions are read and absorbed by the surrounding of you and the inner thoughts of immobile animate things. the way your vision burns your eyes on days that you never want to end, thunderstorms and radiation. just like how cigarettes last longer in colder weather and how they taste better when theyve been in the sun. the joys of childish actions and consequence. bad grammer, awkward gazes from strangers, forced love and other drinkable keepsakes.

 

discuss.

 

this should be good.

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"Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Heres Tom with the Weather."

 

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I like.

 

Reminds me of the first time I did Peyote. At some point near the peak, I had all the answers and probably would have elaborated greatly on what you said. But it's all too fleeting. And so the layers dissolved.

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the way lips feel without taste, much like skin. tasteless, yet it is the owner of the skin that gives taste to the lips. the way the senses explodes in a flurry of confusion and pleasure when introduced to an newer atmosphere and climactic shift in scenery or plate tectonics. your eyes perceive everything as one whole amoeba with unlimited potential. your potential can limit other animate objects to reduce in size or function. life as the eternal play, everyone besides you isnt real nor are you real, were all part of some fat kid with spina biffidas wet dream.

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i choose to remain ignorant and base my life around whiskey and beautiful women

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I choose to remain misanthropic and base my life on psychedelics and trying to remain calm when beautiful women's faces start pulsing.

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its like grabbing frozen food out of the freezer, throwing it in the oven.... to only pull the box out of the trash to see how long and what temperature to set the oven

 

 

car fur being thrown away leaving a clean floor surface again,

 

chewing gum to the beat of your favorite song

 

 

 

 

12ozing while sipping a fine Malbec from Chile.

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