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Armani dragonflies, amplified by cocaine, guided through a tunnel by Mary Jane, Vap with menthol and hydrated by whiskey
Driving back to go get the party somewhat started.
I am anxious to try this pill for my first time.
My friend in the medical field oddly enough, takes the wheel to drive now because I want to feel my first true roll.
We stop in the gas station.
I need water to take this pill down.
After waiting on a line I got it, and we some how have another pill.
I popped my first purple Armani and felt nothing at all.
Maybe I am one of the boring ones?
15 minutes later I pop another Armani.
I felt a little talkative but I did do some rails of pixie dust in my car before popping the second tablet. We reach our destination and my roommate wants to tag along,
I'm getting chased by my friend but it's fun and I feel the tabs working their way into my childhood.
we give my roommate a pill and some blow and he's along for the trip.
We drive and smoke Sour D as we go to the club.
I didn't know it was a gay club until some guy bought me a beer in the hopes of trying to fuck me.
I was high as hell but I only like vagina,
My roommate said I was talking to him and he bought you a drink, but not me.
I noticed and I realized this ain't right.
So we left and looked at the lights in the night wall.
I don't know what a night wall is and just made it up.
I'm still rolling.
The lights felt good.
We go to my car and see a homeless vet and it makes me wonder,
I can't be like that, which means I must play the game too.
Not so different, you and I.
It's like seeing the darkest future.
Darker than dark is suicide.
Freedom from perdition, and control of one, but also all.
We let the lights guide but dependency fries the brain.
We can't control it yet and need the drugs to unlock yet you will get your high and a dose of death.
What if death is the drug we need to feel what we see in those lights,
Coming together to form progression and to aid our world.
What if the key ingredients in drugs are just man made doses of death and that euphoria is the breath of the sublime reaper sending a beautiful chill through out your soul box.
What if life is the curse and death is the gift to the universe.
We still manage to learn and build,
The black hole might just make a cycle that we are living again, but as different test subjects.
I give the man a dollar, and a fist bump.
We all get into my car and I am high.
So my buddy rolls a joint and I popped my last pill,
Black Armani.
It was beautiful.
My friends were beautiful,
Truth, empathy, and innocence all in one car, divided among three.
Differences form a true connection.
We come back to our room and the light show began.
The lights retells the creation of the universe.
I can understand it.
We start off separated from each other,
We learn to work as one and progress through life,
We reach enlightenment and the world enjoys a well deserved end.
The euphoria,
Never ending light show.
Matter in the universe.
Traversing the plane,
Roaming the abstract for no answer because we are the gods of the universe.
So much out there but we are still under control by what I will call oppressors.
Suits and ties who have tasted the euphoria or are aware and want you to stay locked into a TV.
You are not watching MTV you are watching puppets made to keep you locked in your normal intact mind.
I don't agree with killing, or taking lives, but why are suicide and murder such disastrous acts against "God".
Not once did I understand suicide as freedom, but now it's a theory that I want to study.
What is death and the feeling that comes with it.
To anyone reading this give me your thoughts.
Don't use what life has constructed through man's desire and will,
But tell me what you think we are here to do,
with out knowing what anything man made is.
Religion, I wish I could say science but it's the only faith that we truly need.
The belief in understanding the universe.
10% jumps to what feels like 14% percent,
My brain does not want to care about me but the universe by learning through my self and others.
What is the end game?
I am anxious to try this pill for my first time.
My friend in the medical field oddly enough, takes the wheel to drive now because I want to feel my first true roll.
We stop in the gas station.
I need water to take this pill down.
After waiting on a line I got it, and we some how have another pill.
I popped my first purple Armani and felt nothing at all.
Maybe I am one of the boring ones?
15 minutes later I pop another Armani.
I felt a little talkative but I did do some rails of pixie dust in my car before popping the second tablet. We reach our destination and my roommate wants to tag along,
I'm getting chased by my friend but it's fun and I feel the tabs working their way into my childhood.
we give my roommate a pill and some blow and he's along for the trip.
We drive and smoke Sour D as we go to the club.
I didn't know it was a gay club until some guy bought me a beer in the hopes of trying to fuck me.
I was high as hell but I only like vagina,
My roommate said I was talking to him and he bought you a drink, but not me.
I noticed and I realized this ain't right.
So we left and looked at the lights in the night wall.
I don't know what a night wall is and just made it up.
I'm still rolling.
The lights felt good.
We go to my car and see a homeless vet and it makes me wonder,
I can't be like that, which means I must play the game too.
Not so different, you and I.
It's like seeing the darkest future.
Darker than dark is suicide.
Freedom from perdition, and control of one, but also all.
We let the lights guide but dependency fries the brain.
We can't control it yet and need the drugs to unlock yet you will get your high and a dose of death.
What if death is the drug we need to feel what we see in those lights,
Coming together to form progression and to aid our world.
What if the key ingredients in drugs are just man made doses of death and that euphoria is the breath of the sublime reaper sending a beautiful chill through out your soul box.
What if life is the curse and death is the gift to the universe.
We still manage to learn and build,
The black hole might just make a cycle that we are living again, but as different test subjects.
I give the man a dollar, and a fist bump.
We all get into my car and I am high.
So my buddy rolls a joint and I popped my last pill,
Black Armani.
It was beautiful.
My friends were beautiful,
Truth, empathy, and innocence all in one car, divided among three.
Differences form a true connection.
We come back to our room and the light show began.
The lights retells the creation of the universe.
I can understand it.
We start off separated from each other,
We learn to work as one and progress through life,
We reach enlightenment and the world enjoys a well deserved end.
The euphoria,
Never ending light show.
Matter in the universe.
Traversing the plane,
Roaming the abstract for no answer because we are the gods of the universe.
So much out there but we are still under control by what I will call oppressors.
Suits and ties who have tasted the euphoria or are aware and want you to stay locked into a TV.
You are not watching MTV you are watching puppets made to keep you locked in your normal intact mind.
I don't agree with killing, or taking lives, but why are suicide and murder such disastrous acts against "God".
Not once did I understand suicide as freedom, but now it's a theory that I want to study.
What is death and the feeling that comes with it.
To anyone reading this give me your thoughts.
Don't use what life has constructed through man's desire and will,
But tell me what you think we are here to do,
with out knowing what anything man made is.
Religion, I wish I could say science but it's the only faith that we truly need.
The belief in understanding the universe.
10% jumps to what feels like 14% percent,
My brain does not want to care about me but the universe by learning through my self and others.
What is the end game?
Published 11th Jul 2015
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12th Jul 2015 00:30am
a night's thoughts you'll never forget and you'll never remember exactly as they were thought
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I will always remember this. That's why I write brother. I took the abstract and constructed a new belief that we are not complete with out understanding and acceptance of all. We have so much potential as humans but we play the game and the game is just a matter of you having control and responsibilities to your temple. To transcend into the unknown. We taste the drugs and the elevation, why illegal?
Lsd,psychedelics, tested to maintain control over a mass. Failed because they make us think and challenge control, oppression. Illegal?
Consumed in high doses will fry your brain. Control yourself and moderate. You will reach zen. Drugs are an aid, we can achieve that without drugs, through meditation and understanding.
We are strong. We are drugs.
Fall in love and you'll understand. Even love has to be moderated. Control of one's self is only the beginning. I'm grateful to those people who played the game for the sake of peace and understanding on a high level. Maybe JFK, Martin Luther King Jr, Malcom X, Bruce lee reached enlightenment and their time came to transcend and their essence is their legacy and gift to humanity. Assassinations throughout history might have been a way of saying you've done enough and will always be an important figure towards enlightenment and mutual understanding.
Be one with the air, with each other. The dead might not be dead, but watching and in small ways tapping in to offer help through our sub consious mind. 4 billion thoughts per second. Try sleeping and shutting your body off while the mind is alive and kicking. You might not be aware of the fact that you process 4 billion thoughts per second, but you will see what your mind is capable of. Wake up and the questions of yesterday are the answers to tomorrow. It's a maze or building blocks. Progression through a yearning for understanding.
I'm sure I can see why the whole confederate flag thing is not right. I'm black and I'm happy that the Confederacy lost, but the men on both sides that died are the legacy.They believed in something and did what they felt was right, both sides. If a flag is their symbol for what was lost why should it be banned. It's their legacy and history. Let them share their legacy in a peaceful way. Understanding is key to unity.
I have friends who have that flag tattooed on their body and treat me like an extension of their family. Their history is our history. The world. I understand.
But that is me being random :)
Lsd,psychedelics, tested to maintain control over a mass. Failed because they make us think and challenge control, oppression. Illegal?
Consumed in high doses will fry your brain. Control yourself and moderate. You will reach zen. Drugs are an aid, we can achieve that without drugs, through meditation and understanding.
We are strong. We are drugs.
Fall in love and you'll understand. Even love has to be moderated. Control of one's self is only the beginning. I'm grateful to those people who played the game for the sake of peace and understanding on a high level. Maybe JFK, Martin Luther King Jr, Malcom X, Bruce lee reached enlightenment and their time came to transcend and their essence is their legacy and gift to humanity. Assassinations throughout history might have been a way of saying you've done enough and will always be an important figure towards enlightenment and mutual understanding.
Be one with the air, with each other. The dead might not be dead, but watching and in small ways tapping in to offer help through our sub consious mind. 4 billion thoughts per second. Try sleeping and shutting your body off while the mind is alive and kicking. You might not be aware of the fact that you process 4 billion thoughts per second, but you will see what your mind is capable of. Wake up and the questions of yesterday are the answers to tomorrow. It's a maze or building blocks. Progression through a yearning for understanding.
I'm sure I can see why the whole confederate flag thing is not right. I'm black and I'm happy that the Confederacy lost, but the men on both sides that died are the legacy.They believed in something and did what they felt was right, both sides. If a flag is their symbol for what was lost why should it be banned. It's their legacy and history. Let them share their legacy in a peaceful way. Understanding is key to unity.
I have friends who have that flag tattooed on their body and treat me like an extension of their family. Their history is our history. The world. I understand.
But that is me being random :)
21st Jul 2015 11:53am
