When I surf the internet without a goal I feel like I’m looking for something incredibly important and I’m waiting for it to pop out but I don’t know what it is and it probably doesn’t even exist.
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MAYBE I’ll start reading my poetry with beats on video for you guys… :)
Because that’s how I write them, I freestyle for like a half hour until it comes out all pretty then I write it down.
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I love studying psychonauts, but I don’t know if I will ever be one… because once you start believing in something without credible evidence, believing only through manipulation of subjective sensory inputs / outputs, your worldview automatically becomes narrower because no two people will trip the same. And I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, not meaning to put it down in any way, WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY!
I just personally don’t wanna be that guy. I already live in a Post Modern society, I really don’t think I want to amplify that individualistic effect even FURTHER, oh dear, that wouldn’t be productive for me. I already have enough of that naturally in me.
But I will study you guys so that I can keep trying to figure out what this whole consciousness thing is all about.
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This is the first time I have sat still in months, and it is uncomfortable. I just want to go back out into the world and play with the vibes, but no, finals… :’(
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Fasting brings out my need to feed on the deities of another breed.
I dipped my fangs in ash trays and patterns gone fray
But what I’m here to say lies in the beads of freed concedes.
I may or may not be meant to see what you’ve done to me.
So with this token, I am no longer broken.
(Source: cobwebsofintimacy)
Currently writing a 12 page anthropology paper on the uses of hallucinogenic plants in rituals across cultures.
Whoever said college is a drag clearly didn’t take the right classes.
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When I walk I feel really empowered by the clicks my boots make on the ground. It starts a rhythm in my head, and I notice it joining the symphony around me.
Then I get sort of snarky and feel the need to play even more badass music in my head and the bitch inside my head is like FUCK YES WORLD I AM HERE TO CONQUER YOU.
(Source: cobwebsofintimacy)
I think it’s really funny when people think we have the potential to never have a war again. Just look at history and human nature, how we have the innate traits of territory and aggression. It’s just another form of interaction. I understand it may not always ring morally correct, but it has it’s place. Resources and stress of survival wears people thin, as well as the animals around us. We all have different struggles and world views, so many tensions and passions…
Thank you for not coming near my expectations, shooting so low, the tinge of disappointment actually reminds me more of freedom.