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» shin_star3 on Mon 30 Oct, 2006 @ 1:37pm
Posted On:2006-10-30 13:37:41
Posted By:» shin_star3
Comme je t'aime et je peux te hair a la fois
Toi et ta cadence, ton silence
Et ton intouchable innocence
Cesse de me tenter

Comme tu encombres mes pensées par des milliers d'idées
Laisse moi me perdre en toi sans remords
Délaisse ma raison pour une soirée
Qu'un seul moment d'ivresse

Comme ton silence m'agresse lorsqu'il geule a tue tête
Mais ton oeil est si mysrérieux
Il chasse mes pensées noires
Sentiments troublants

Comme tu serais belle sans cette vieille cape bleue
Vêtis toi de rouge passion pour un instant
Relâche mes tensions
je m'enlace douce

» oreade on Sun 29 Oct, 2006 @ 11:39am
Posted On:2006-10-29 11:39:07
Posted By:» oreade
Ce que tu penses,
Ce que tu veux mixer,
Ce que tu crois mixer,
Ce que tu mixes,
Ce que j'ai envie d'entendre,
Ce que je crois ressentir,
Ce que je ressens,
Ce que j'ai envie de danser,
Ce que je danse,
Il y a une multitude de possibilités qu'on ait
des difficultés à connecter.
Mais essayons quand même...

D'inspiration B.W.

» Kee_Vee on Sun 29 Oct, 2006 @ 4:25am
Title:I miss you love
Posted On:2006-10-29 04:25:56
Posted By:» Kee_Vee
Millionaire say
Got a big shot deal
And thrown it all away but
But I'm not too sure
How I'm supposed to feel
Or what I'm supposed to say
But I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle every day
And I miss you love

Make room for the prey
'Cause I'm coming in
With what I wanna say but
It's gonna hurt
And I love the pain
A breeding ground for hate but...

I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love

I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back

It's just a fad
Part of the teenage angst brigade and
I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love

Remember two days
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love

I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back

» Kee_Vee on Sun 29 Oct, 2006 @ 4:22am
Title:The truth
Posted On:2006-10-29 04:22:26
Posted By:» Kee_Vee
So here we are
We are alone
There’s weight on your mind
I wanna know
The truth
If this is how you feel
Say it to me
If this was ever real

I want the truth from you
Give me the truth even if it hurts me

I want the truth

So this is you
You're talking to me
You found a million ways to let me down
So I’m not hurt when you’re not around
I was blind
But now I see
This is how you feel
Just say it to me
If this was ever real

I want the truth from you
Give me the truth even if it hurts me

I know that this will break me
I know that this might make me cry
You gotta say what’s on your mind, on your mind
I know that this will hurt me
And break my heart and soul inside
But I don’t wanna live this lie

I want the truth from you
Give me the truth even if it hurts me
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth even if it hurts
I don’t care no more, no
Just give me the truth
Give me the truth
'Cause I don’t care no more
Give me the truth
'Cause I don’t care no more, no
Just give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
'Cause I don’t care no more, no

» Kee_Vee on Sun 29 Oct, 2006 @ 4:10am
Title:Goodbye my lover
Posted On:2006-10-29 04:10:36
Posted By:» Kee_Vee
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

» StevieLiberator on Sat 28 Oct, 2006 @ 9:58am
Title:Rave chat n sounds
Posted On:2006-10-28 09:58:19
Posted By:» StevieLiberator
Squatjuice.com - truly grotesque rave forum, you'll love it

DJmixtape.net - loads of great music

Tribeofmunt.com - A London rig, good mixes n photos of munters avin it, top parties

Check'em out

Listening To: right now? Mr Gasmask (T.o.M)

» kinwah on Wed 18 Oct, 2006 @ 2:58pm
Title:untouched land..
Posted On:2006-10-18 14:58:04
Posted By:» kinwah
i am on my way to experience a new place with new people, i've lived in vancouver for 11 years and i know the whole city with my eyes closed. i've been in the scene for 7 years, and the underground scene for 5 years. it's awesome knowing every beautiful spot of a city, every great bar, every forest ( well almost ), every path..

now i am in for a change. something a little smaller, well alot smaller. way less cars, wayy less traffic, people, stores, smoke, pollution, etc. i'm on my way to a small town in the enterior of bc called nelson. somewhere a little more quiet, less honking, more breathing. time and space to align my chakras, focus on beats without hearing extra sounds that clog my almost clear mind. time to find new trails, new people, different trees, and most deffinatly less crackheads! lol

i'm excited, new places excite me. i think this is going to be a good one. the water / river is more clear, less oil i beleive. more trees plus they're alot closer, backcountry mountains ( whitewater ) and a rising musik scene that i can hopfully jump into. unfortiunatly i wont have the chance to throw parties for a while but i think i'll manage.. more ideas will rise into my mind. and for once i will be breathing clean beautiful air!

i'm stoked :)

» BomBolenath on Fri 13 Oct, 2006 @ 1:57pm
Title:Unforseen Circumstances
Posted On:2006-10-13 13:57:52
Posted By:» BomBolenath
“Working late?” Terra assumed out loud.
Daniel stopped fixing his bagel and walked affectionately towards his wife. As she sat by the kitchen table, under the yellow of morning sun, his arms drifted to her shoulders. His hands worked her shoulders so wonderfully, his fingertips running along her neck as if he she were brail. “You know I don’t want to…” Daniel whimpered to her as he began to kiss the top of her head. “but if we want that place by the waterfront I’ve really got to put in overtime.” It wasn’t the first time Terra received this answer and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But somehow, each time, she still got disappointed.
“I’ll tell you what,” Daniel smirked. “When I get home we can go in the pool and watch tonight’s meteor shower together”
Terra’s sulking face quickly turned to a smile and she leaped into his arms. “Ooh! That would be so romantic! We haven’t stargazed together in so long! Oh, I already can’t wait!” Her face dropped quickly. “But the shower’s at 11:47, will you make it back on time?” she purred to him.
Daniel gave her that smile that got him anything he wanted “I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world.” He looked at his watch, realized the time, practically swallowed his bagel whole and rushed out the door.

Daniel drummed his finger along his steering wheel, stuck in traffic. The rays from the sun made him burn, even through the blasting A.C. of his car. Slowly, bumper to bumper, he made it to 2876 Mallow street, a large skyscraper lost amid larger ones. Like a bad dream happening again and again Daniel began the process which he’d been doing for the last 6 years, every Monday to Friday from 8 to 3:30. Check in at security; “Hey Dan” - “Hey Bob” No eye contact, just a reflex. Daniel doubted he’d notice if Bob kicked the bucket.
At the golden elevators to the right, the security card went in and he was brought up to level 16. Daniel trudged to his cubicle, trying to avoid the putrid smell of last night’s old coffee with Xerox fumes. He sat at a boring desk looking out at a brick wall and began his day. Dan had papers he’d take from one box, walk them to the copy room, make copies, sign them and put them back in another box. Nobody noticed what he did because nobody needed him. He didn’t know what his job was. Truth be told he just was “lucky” to get hired here when he was eighteen by some cousin in management, twice removed. The cousin had moved on and people had forgotten about Dan. He just worked there and as to what he worked, he was as oblivious as the others. He just did this every day just to look busy.
A 16-page memo had been sent out to all staff members, rules and regulations, just useless junk and such. Behind him, the nasal voice of Mr. Freeman’s plastic secretary picked up the phone like clockwork, 4 times every 70 seconds. “Mr. Freeman’s-office-how-may-I-help-you?” The banshee screeched. At least he wasn’t the only one with a made-up job. As he had just finished reading the same sentence 5 times, his alarm clock jumped across the desk, ringing madly. 3:25. He hit the bell. He’d figured that if he started getting ready to leave now he could be out the door by 3:30; finishing time. “Bye Dan” - “Bye Bob”.

Terra had just gotten back from buying candles and roses and was setting them up for her romantic evening. She had also bought a black negligee. But that could wait. She was setting up the rose petals along the floor and putting candles on any ledge that dared to be candle-free. The dishes were clean, the floors were waxed, the windows shined. She had a manicure, a pedicure and just about any other thing that can be done to the female figure in a salon had been done. Even waxing on her legs, arms, fingers, toes and, after much screaming and wriggling, her bikini-line. It was only 4:00 and Daniel wouldn’t be home for hours, but she just couldn’t wait. Everything had to be perfect.

Brassy jazz was playing in the background and the air was thick with smoke. Lights were coming from unseen places. Unseen was what this place was all about. All of the day-working men came here after work and stood at the bar. Waiting, staring and examining. As Daniel walked through the door, he walked by the row of standing men. He took his sweet slow time and looked each man long in the eye. At the fourth man, Daniel stopped and pivoted slowly. He sized this particular up. He couldn’t have been older than 20, tall, dark skinned, dark haired and dark eyed. A tense moment held Daniel to the spot. Slowly he stepped forward. His hands reached out towards this man and landed on his chest. They worked their way down. Daniel whispered to the man and walked downstairs.
The buzzer rang and Terra ran frantically to the kitchen. She opened the oven and gently removed the strawberry and chocolate mousse swirl that was to be tonight’s supposed aphrodisiac from the tray. Ever so gently she placed it in the fridge and prayed it would be perfect too.

Daniel worked his way down spiralling stairs into a long dark hall filled with doors. He smiled as he heard footsteps landing behind him. There was much one could hear in footsteps, Daniel thought, and he liked the quiet reserved patter that was following him. He turned into the third door to the left and kept it open for his follower. The room was decrepit. A single incandescent bulb hung from the ceiling, fighting against the eternal night of the room. On the floor was a single mattress and beside it, Daniel’s accessories. The stranger walked in. -Click- The stranger locked the door. -Foosh- The stranger pushed Daniel on the mattress. Unseen things were done, unheard noises were made and promises were broken.

Daniel woke up alone in his dark room. He stood up, dressed himself and half-alive, stumbled out of nowhere. He got in his car and drove down the eerie early morning streets. No memories were made on his way home, he didn’t even remember the drive. He pulled up into his driveway, his headlights making creepy shadows in the dark. His keys jangled in the door and he entered the house. The place was filled with dying candles and dying rose petals. He walked towards the back patio door and saw Terra lying out on the deck by the pool, in the black negligee he’d always hinted he wanted her to wear. She never had the courage before.
By her side now, he gently picked Terra up, and started walking towards the bedroom.
“I waited for you…” she whispered and tiny slits of eye lit up in the night.
“I know dear, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t leave work. There were unforeseen circumstances.” He caressed her lovingly and kissed her forehead. The slits of light were taken by the darkness.
He lay her down in their bed, tucked her in beside him and whispered “I love you” in her ear.
Daniel was fixing his bagel when his wife’s voice interrupted him.
“Working late?”

» BomBolenath on Fri 13 Oct, 2006 @ 1:55pm
Title:Awen, Oh; Inderlude of Myth
Posted On:2006-10-13 13:55:26
Posted By:» BomBolenath
Inside a delicate maddened mind rests an uneven peace. Alone, on a struggle, the shadows are overtaking him. He sits by the pool and for a moment all is still. Gentle tucking winds arise; chaos magic begins filtering through. In another corner, there is no hope, only despair. Yet on the other hand, subtle intrusion awaits you.

If you take the time to peer, the time to enter, you will find deep peace. It was in a cold campfire that all thoughts were born. Born out of love, born out of hate. Who cares, there was precious birth of conscious life and nothing can remove that from the fabric of time.

No matter how much they can peer in, try to take control, they will love. They cant even begin to imagine what exists under their noses.

Such as a small smokey deli bar. The kind of place where you order lemon meringue pie for 99c from a middle aged waitress with a nametag -julie-. There's glass ketchup bottles, 12 sugar packs per container and the coffee is made by asian midgets spinning around with hell's fire under their wings.

In truth, they don't even know what's going on. They're part of the bigger picture, they transcend. This all goes back to simple elementals you see; the fire-spinners will take control of the winds.

Order from chaos, order for chaos. There will be so much chaos and none will extract order. Just one conscious collective feeding on a universal goal. Life - the passion for life - the ultimate high. Feel like your perception of reality is a rare divine gift - interwoven with patters of your subconscious, digging deeply into the fabric of what truly exists. - the essence of you -

Listening To: The sounds of my keyboard

» DeionPuckett on Wed 11 Oct, 2006 @ 7:14pm
Posted On:2006-10-11 19:14:11
Posted By:» DeionPuckett



pleins de liens pertinents

vs. cruauté animale

demain le monde...


liens encore... plus anarchistes

é oui : quand-même...

au niveau des étudiants (ASSÉ + radicale)

» AlienZeD on Tue 10 Oct, 2006 @ 4:20pm
Posted On:2006-10-10 16:20:53
Posted By:» AlienZeD
You don't need a saviour, you are not in trouble or harm's way. The world would step up to protect you from harm, but do you know why? Why do people care so much about someone they don't know or someone they can't help?
We are individuals and we know what we want, we know how we feel. Sometimes we pretend not to know and lie to ourselves and we lie to others. We can't be helped unless we want to be. We don't need help except that of our own workings. I wish the world the best and know that one way or another, everyone has what they deserve coming to them if they believe in it. I believe in you. Why? Because I chose to.

» lyls on Tue 10 Oct, 2006 @ 4:10pm
Posted On:2006-10-10 16:10:17
Posted By:» lyls
La première et la pire des impostures,consiste à se duper soi-même!!!
Après cela,tous les mensonges sont facile..

» lyls on Tue 10 Oct, 2006 @ 4:04pm
Posted On:2006-10-10 16:04:15
Posted By:» lyls
Juger autrui,
cest se juger


» Danz on Tue 10 Oct, 2006 @ 1:13am
Posted On:2006-10-10 01:13:50
Posted By:» Danz
Cet envie de la trouver me hante depuis longtemps. J'ai eu beau avoir des blondes, et les aimer, celle-ci n'etaient pas les femmes de ma vie. Cette ''magie'' ne les entouraient pas a mes yeux. J'ai cet envie irresistible de trouver cette fille, celle avec qui ca va ''matcher'' a 100%. Pas que nous aurons aucuns defaut, pas que ca va etre la plus pitoune du coin, pas que nous allons avoir aucuns differents, mais plutot que l'amour qui nous unirais serait plus fort que ceux-ci, et ceux-ci disparaitrait par le fait meme.

Dans un club par exemple, on peut regarder les filles, en trouver une couple de ''hot'' sur qui on pourrais avoir un kick, devenir chum et blonde, et meme passer le restant de ces jours avec. Mais les fille ont du charme et surtout un beau corps. La fille que tu vient de te pogner, regarde-la bien. Quand tu la regarde, ressent-tu cet etincelle? La trouve tu plus belle que l'autre petard a coté meme si elle l'est peut-etre moins en realité? Peut-etre que c'est juste un kick temporaire comme il y a tant. C'est dur de garder ses esprits dans ces situations.

J'ai compris quelque chose d'important il n'y a pas si longtemps. Plein de belles filles nous entoure, mais rare sont celles qui vont creer cet etincelle, cette vague d'emotion en leurs presence. Sa bautée, ses facons, l'energie qu'elle degage... Cette fille ne sera surement pas LA plus belle de la place selon certains juges, mais selon moi, ce genre de bauté est innégalable. Je crois que quand nous sommes victime de cet emotion, nous somme en presence du potentiel ame-soeur. Il y a beaucoup plus qui nous entoure que ce que nous sommes capable de voir, et c'est ce ''plus'' qui cree cet etat d'esprit.

Je souhaite ardamment etre mener sur le bon chemin pour la rencontrer.

J'ai laisser passer quelque rares occasion dans ma vie ou j'aurais eu ''la chance''. Soit que je n'etais pas pret pour vivre ce genre de relation, soit que j'ai ete trop jambon pour agir au bon moment. J'opte pour la premiere affirmation.

Etre aimer par ''cette'' fille serais le plus beau cadeau. Pouvoir vivre une relation reciproque avec ''cette'' fille me rendrais heureux a un point telle...

J'ai cette soif de trouver la fille que je vais regarder et enfin ressentir que je suis avec un etre d'une beauté infinie a mes yeux, et qu'enfin je vis le vrai amour.

Bien sur, ceci se trouve a etre ma vision bien personnelle.

» TheGreatMagician on Mon 9 Oct, 2006 @ 2:58pm
Title:Psychoactive 3
Posted On:2006-10-09 14:58:25
Posted By:» TheGreatMagician
What a fantastic night! It was a very nice vibe - thanks to all who contributed & thanks to the lovely audience. Yes, yes, white fans are a good mix with black lights.

» Smile on Mon 9 Oct, 2006 @ 1:46pm
Title:Birth is not a diverson.
Posted On:2006-10-09 13:46:29
Posted By:» Smile
To the girl without a clue…
To the girl with acquiescence…
To the girl with being brewing within her…

Birth is not a diversion.

Through flirtation and temptation you submitted to sensation, hoping to find exemption from overwhelming frustration. Now with this creation you prepare for celebration, convinced that the child will offer motivation.

Nativity cannot, and will never be, an escape, an excuse or a potent distraction.
What ever gave you the indication… the suspicion… the suggestion that a child could liberate you from senseless inaction? From idiotic behaviours?
Infants are not saviours.

Nascence does not lead to salvation.
Labour will never deliver redemption.
This potential baby does not allow your resignation.

Real life will not stop.
Your pains will not cease.
Your head will still ache.
You’ll still search for release…

So eliminate the intimation that new life means liberation because your inclination to find emancipation within a child is insane.


Hatred for the boyfriend ready to mutate, with irate attempts to alter your fate.
Taking “responsibility”, convinced of the necessity to fixate and desecrate your natural state.

Equipped to berate your personality…
Prepared to reinstate your reality…
Eager to express his brutality…

A soul mate would never violate his lover’s vitality.

Just a fucking play mate who imposed his sexuality, leaving you lonely and unable to menstruate.

» Lola on Sun 8 Oct, 2006 @ 9:47pm
Title:Like OMFG
Posted On:2006-10-08 21:47:18
Posted By:» Lola
Ok, like OMFG, I look so different now...


My mama cut my fuckin hair!!!!








Listening To: my little bro screaming...

» lyls on Thu 5 Oct, 2006 @ 11:23pm
Posted On:2006-10-05 23:23:39
Posted By:» lyls
il n`y a qu`une véritable d`éfaite:l`abandon...

» Liszs on Thu 5 Oct, 2006 @ 2:11pm
Title:The e Diet.
Posted On:2006-10-05 14:11:28
Posted By:» Liszs
I've developed a new perspective on health based on safely using and recovering from partying too hardy. Some on the advices one might give an xtc user would apply to healthy living and happiness in general.

The first is water. Keep hydrated as you might when you are rolling. Don't drink too much either, but its a great thing to make a habit of other than just when partying.

Surround yourself with beautiful things, colours, people - put the same focus on surrounding yourself with and appreciating visuals as you would when you are tripping!!

seek out the fun in thingss, enjoy enjoyment, live in the moment.

Eat fruits and snacks throughout the day!! chew on gum, eat small portions of the same foods you'd eat when you're high... like cuccumbers, melons, tomatoes, strawberries and squishy foods like pasta or even tofu!!

Avoid too much cofee and caffine like pops even!! It will make you feel fresher!

Alow yourself to play with your food or take the time thats fun to prepare it!

listen to music often!!

allow yourself to dance, coo, hug, and move about dramaticly. Keep active, keep moving... alow yourself to rest!! too.!!

notice what is different about how you act when you are tripping maybe you are more generous, more accepting, more open minded, more creative, more confident... take the good things and try to live like that every day!!.

Take care of yourself, and your body like it is precious. pamper yourself, and pamper the people around you, too!! It isn't just when we are partying that we should think of these things but all the time,, so we are healthier and fresh and satisfied!!

Listening To: amon tobin - easy muffin

» eatingownbrain on Sun 1 Oct, 2006 @ 11:22pm
Title:imagining answers
Posted On:2006-10-01 23:22:43
Posted By:» eatingownbrain
Connected…what we live for?
The eyes of the angels in my life have more depth now that I have love. Only fools banish love to wonderland, only fools let lightness of heart become an ephemeral spell. Even in the treacherous enclaves I have wandered through, in the void, and in my self-deceptions there has been love. Wonderland is a fantastic place and wonderland is the wind, the spirit of freedom. But love is larger than freedom…I have been a fool for a long time now.
The unexpected adventures of spinning through space and time, the beautiful music, and the joy of dancing have set me free. To disintegrate from ego existence trance is required. It is only in the state of trance that an individual can forget her physiological being and connect with a more primordial way of knowing, before history books wrote up the world, let’s call it lunacy. Lunacy is fitting, the moon is magical and mysterious, and its knowledge is esoteric. Trance enlightens the spirit with lunacy, and when the body moves to the undulating rhythms of music (an auditory representation of the great fabric of Infinity and, inasmuch, an environment appropriate for teleportation) then the body becomes the music and auditory representations become manifested in physical form. The body becomes Infinity, the self becomes light as air and floats away (neither gone nor defeated) it meets Everything and makes love with all of creation.
Connected; that lingering sensation of calm and peace. A city made entirely of artists, an entire social order made up of dreams and afternoon discussions in fields filled with straw the color of honey. In this decentralized community, wandering home, discourse can’t be written because the language has no alphabet. And every conversation is wonderful gibberish that proves itself true by its very vocalization, and we are happily lost in the steady stream of consciousness ever expanding, a wave that never breaks. The mundane is animated; fairies dart through the forest and tickle the universe to reveal itself. I mix my mana with a white rock, blessed by a pendulum (one with such power that it guided two of my kin through the dark of an overcast night to a particular destiny, a very large and very wide, flat piece of tree trunk that would prove to be a companion in home making and thus love making) the rock begins to talk and tells me a story about grasshoppers. The story is a fable about god, about Eternity. The grasshopper is a fascinating organism, of course not more or less than any other, whose minutia in construction is a symbol for humility. Further, (always go further) with every shake of my body, my hair flying in my face from the tremendous fury of spiritual communion, a grasshopper trembles with me. Indeed we are connected by an energy that cannot discriminate between spirits; the absurdity is only an awareness of other-worldly positivism.
Connected…learning how to hug. To find oneself vulnerable in the arms of another, to speak without lips or voices, the quiet exchange of beings bringing each other into being, the mutual confirmation that we are because we love and without love there is truly nothing. It takes the other to know oneself, existence is ungraspable without the gaze of someone looking in and confirming that life is in fact happening now. A hug is confirmation of existence.
Connected, once again through a drive to create, we find ourselves in the consumption and recycling of inspiration, a never ending cycle, a balanced eco systems. Another trance, one in which we are obliged to meander slow and aimless, faith is exercised and we disintegrate the idea of purpose, replacing it with action for itself, for no reason at all; subconscious suggestions that can only be heard on the right plains of perception, in trance. The psychedelic experience has never been reliant on short cuts, (but short cuts, it should be noted, are not the paths of scoundrels but of shamans) trance can be achieved through meditation, a concentration of attention that leaves the mind simultaneously empty and full. Meditation is the liberation from conscious thought while tapping into the Everything that escapes the usual synaptic explanations for sensory information (even neural pathways have habits, we have all been made victims by chemical addictions at one point). There is nothing and thus there is everything; a riddle for logician-magicians.
Connected…exploring in the Dark, the other side of karma we publicly condemn but secretly engage, even if only in repressed thought, is the forgotten side of truth. Connected to a possibility that is charged by fear gives the spirit courage, and courage is a virtue of many gifts; one of which is the aforementioned faith that fuels telepathic creativity. And here we should perhaps stop and note an internal connection, a subconscious self-reflection from my current trance; the discovery that the Dark I manipulate plays its part in bringing me light and love was a destiny that I guided myself to, the boundaries between structure and agency when considering the ultimate Why of self are the driving forces behind surrealism. It is when we surrender to the surreal that we betray destiny, better to hang tableaus on my walls, beautiful reminders and beautiful representations of humanity’s fallibility, better to remember surrealism than to live it.
Connecting…debriefing trance, deconstructing the process of art and linking questions, and linking motivations, and linking whatever arbitrary rationalizations we adhere to, by a common essence whose representations, while many and mostly unrecognizable, allow us to construct from pure possibility a communal infinity in everyone of our (mostly fragmented) experiences. And the sovereignty to choose what we believe in is a truth that defeats itself by applying at least its own certainty into the question that unlocks 42, but is true nonetheless. Once again, a paradox is only one layer in the three dimensional fabric that is alive with a sea of motion and unlimited micro scoping potential, and thus eternal expansion. In metaphysical relativity a paradox is just a construction of an explanation, a choice made by the mind positioning itself for energy transfers.

(Riding out the sickness of excess and spontaneous joy on low dosage amphetamine inducing a dreamy insomnia, a lucid narcolepsy, that unburdens me from the memory of my travels softly…a slow dissolution, an amalgamation of imperceptible changes, a sweet fluidity that is evasive and soothing.)