by-product of the hallucinating parts of our minds, whether the
induction of such states under influence of DMT or some other
psyche-freeing substance, the strike of the ground to meet us is
excruciating when we realize what to do next… craving models to build
our ideas of living upon, a structure we just want to forget about when
the amount of time passes where we have no immediate need for the
knowledge gleaned, and it is on the surface of this plateau that we
acquire a divorce from our idea of data absorbed by this means…
organizing the thoughts in order of their priority, even as the
priorities shift from one hand to the other, but what impedance from
this charging tirade out of the mouth of the philosophers stoned… to
extol that an inkling of the just and righteous is within me is purely
false advertising on my part, but there are other parts to perhaps look
toward when contemplating a phuture so phat and deep with a sleeping
fortune of tortured contortions, the imagination stirs a beast that
waits in the farthest shadow reaches of personal time and space… the
conundrum with fated, heavy ponderous steps gauges the moves forward in
checkmate, and the sobering opponent deals out the cards necessary to
raise the ante in this life or death game of bored players… the chiseled
hide locked inside the cage of awestruck amazement might be a
retrovirus, but under what life shall it lead its next victims, do the
aliens observe us merely as prey?… an alchemy to this weird trick of the
mind and body, foolishly granted the abilities to change everything
with the wisdom and magic that the general law will allow, and soon
enough the waves will reject this constant lapping at the feet of
demon-gods that chaos and ignorance has allowed this current state of
leadership to be acceptable since perhaps FDR’s reign… the chaos culture
technique under which we are leaving makes it quite easy to be unaware
of all the basic things we need to know as a society together, thanks to
the centuries of progress via the adventurous endeavors before us, but
these particular successful wagers against failure seem rather singular
in comparison with the overall number of attempts at the focus of
understanding within all fields of interest or study the world over… the
spinning of world affairs on the tip of a thumb, as the pie slides down
into the palm of the sinister hand, and all essence of truth seems dim
to the results of any heir apparent anywhere… the insolvency of mind as
barrage of thought-forms shoot forward to remind of a certain something
that is there…
