| mushroomtrip | ||
| ethereal madness |
my trip. my crushing into nothinness. my escape, crawling through a pit upwards, hanging on for dear life to the neurons of my spiked mind. using all that is nessessary, evoking what is unnessesary, seeing circuses before my eyes, calling out to me that evolution is coming to get me, that i am lost, that i am expendable, that i will never be anything because i was never anything to begin with... the fractal's loop ends, with me on the end. it ends with everyone on it. we become our bodies. our traffic systems become veins, our ruling classes are braincells. we hunt and gather in grocery stores. 12 hours later, and the 17th century ends, and i am alone and warm in my room... everything is black and white. |
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| mylar sprocket | dude, i had that same trip. i got it at walmart for $10.66, from some guy named william. | 060925 |