"They combined some things that used to be separate
and act like they invented some new hot ****!
I mean, those things would have been combined before.
They were the same concepts applied separately
rather than all as one unit,
but that was only because
we hadn't yet developed the capacity
for that sort of functional unification.

And, now, they're not even any better;
they're just bigger and more grandiose!"

If also, then two
If, also too, then
Also then to if!

I pity the fool
who feels that they must take everything seriously.

t'would drive me mad
if i didn't love it so much,
but then,
can't that be reckoned to be
manic denial of my own masochism?

I find it rather funny
what changes with time,
yet it's also quite strange
what remains the same.

Though I have once claimed
to know my own flames,
I have still burned many things
and been baffled by the pains.

Though I know I used to say
I wanted such in my every day,
I must confess, I wish I knew
of thy rancor, vile ire and ado.

I once was puzzled, baffled,
by the very thought, addled;
that hasn't changed very much
I fancy thy antics yet less than thy touch.

Thou, who claim'th to be so selfless,
who are so caught up, pitiful and helpless,
bound by neurotic, insecure delusions;
a harlot of Shadow, subconscious profusions.

It is not of a person, but of an archetype
within which I find inspiration to write,
yet, I can't help but ascribe to it a name;
a face to complete this linguistic game.

I'm not upset, just motivated,
I do not want this celebrated,
yet here I sit, still dominated,
evermore irked and captivated.

It's funny, I think, how much I like electronic things
given how necessary Water is
to my Survival.

Don't lie
to people of better memory:
it's inauspicious as ****.

Intelligence
doesn't matter
if you can't remember details.

Wisdom is applied symbolism is applied wisdom is applied symbolism is applied wisdom is applied symbolism is applied wisdom is applied symbolism is applied wisdom is applied symbolism is applied wisdom is.

It is
as it is;

value
what it is
you see fit.

[It's]
Something like
4 a.m. on the third day of Autumn,
riding about a fifth of a gram of some ****-ing fire Sass,
drinking Lagunitas Maximus IPA from an ornate glass goblet
with two batches of homemade chocolate chunk cookies
and Gunpowder/White Peone tea steeping,
jamming some killer music with rather passionate and talented friends;
when, suddenly, a voice of reason:

"Dude, you have work at noon."

And then, it came to me:
"Everything is as it needs to be:
this and every moment is a cosmic joke
and I am laughing through it
and I am laughing with it
and I am laughing as it."

I'll just drink a fuckton of coffee (or maybe just take a nap),
and/or another tenthish of a gram at about 11, regardless;
and bust some serious ***
and confine most of my obvious ******-up-ed-ness to my head
all the while dishwashing to ******* some bomb-*** music
on some ******-*** speakers, backstage,
at a super chill restaurant in my fairly chill foothill Berg
one calm, otherwise ordinary, Autumn lunch;
and it will be so much fun,
so mercilessly ******* amazing
after this
MDA "inspired" all-nighter:

Work
at noon on Wednesday
and then
Band Practice
after work
for a show
in Sacramento
this coming Friday
(Fun Fact: my third live performance ever, second with this band).

This is a form of coping, I suppose.
Some dope-*** ******* cope.

The things I do
to make me happy:
Life is ******* amazing.
Life makes me crazy.

I do this to myself;
this is the Life.

I do this to myself;
willingly and knowingly
and I don't much care;
that is,
I certainly recognize the concept of consequence,
but I give it the one-finger salute from time to time
when the only thing it's really gunna hurt
is poor, mortal, otherwise temporary
me.

This is not self-destructive, though,
it is constructive as ****;
a means of letting go
and moving on:
Empathic, introspective, enlightening;
not to mention a shitload of fun!
Evermore, let it be known:
that in terms of Ecstasy;
moderation
truly is
key.

Don't you see?
The only way to ever know
is to ride it out and to simply be.

All in all,
what a way
to close the ******* book on this Summer
and begin afresh a new one for Autumn;

Autumn's where my Heart is.

I'd say
all that
plus change to spare and share,
is fifty bucks **** well spent,
especially now-a-days
in a place like this
and, moreover;
with friends like these.

Sometimes all it ******* takes in Life
is having a single iota of Self Control
for One to bypass much grief and strife
circumventing Victim for some other role;

moreover, I feel I must clarify,
One must not lose One's Self to this,
I wish to convey in some Earthly way
Self-Discipline seems akin to Bliss.

Our overzealous international "War on Drugs"
has not only failed,
but is a front
for secret wars and rigged elections
around the world.

It is what it is
and that's all it's ever going to be;
so you'd best learn to embrace it for what it is
rather than waste mortal Time and Energy
clinging to how you think it oughtta be:

Be the change you want to see in the World.

Live for now.

Thy overzealous, sustained presumption
is akin to this, my long-seeded indignation.

Thy seemingly effortless pretension
and blatant disregard for implication
creates quite the hypocritical situation
seemingly devoid of deliberation.

Thy egotistical ostentation
does not evade much observation;
this is thy choice, such alienation:
I anticipate resentful perturbation.

The United States has not had a bearded President since 1893.

"From a very young age, I've thought
some videogames can be a little too reminiscent of 'Enders Game.'"

"Yeah, it could easily be a real war and you'd possibly never even know it."

"Especially when the games are basically an interactive recruitment tool. Call of Duty and the later Halo games leap to mind."

"Actually, my cousin-in-law just signed up for the army."

"Hah, did he cite Call of Duty as his reasoning?"

"Pretty much."

"Hah. I ******* knew it.
It's lamentable that it works.
The sad fact that it isn't a joke
make the jokes that much worse,
but, yet, the jokes aren't as bad
as the atrocity, itself,
yet it's the jokes that incur social wrath!

This adequately exemplifies Society's priorities, methinks."

Clocks are just Metronomes
fixed at 60 Beats per Minute
set on a circle containing a dodecagon.

So I got a book on clockmaking.

The only way to guarantee a 100% failure rate is not trying.

One must use
both the
Left hemisphere
and the
Right hemisphere
if One wishes
to use either
**well.

Finally, some ******* weather!

"I'm not saying you're wrong,
I'm just saying you're a hypocrite."

A Vial of Acid in the Freezer
would be somewhat analogous to
having healthy Respect of the Power of Fire;

One would (hopefully) know
not to get too close,
or to **** with it too much,
once One has been burned by it
before.

Though, I do declare,
it can be a great source of warmth and inspiration
in proper moderation, company and contexts.

It seizes One with Fear
and then points One in a direction,
though it is not fatal
if One finds yet motivation.

It doth render unto One
the Courage to create,
though, indeed, such Power
comes also with such potential
as to destroy without so much
as a Care.

Tread e'er with caution;
it doth come in waves.

Hey,
speaking of Waves:
please do not forget
to drink Water,
for mere magical Water
can be a sort-of cure-all
of neigh infinite mystery;
and please do not forget
to Breathe
as slowly, and with
as much reverence for the present moment
and to seek to speak as simply, yet succinctly,
as One can find possible;
for One never is to know
which Breath it shall be,
or, worse: was,
that would be One's Last.
-
To be creative
is to exercise
that inner Daemon
known to us, Jungians,
as One's very own
Shadow:
Shadow
seems keen
to reveal itself
at the most, shall we say,
opportune of Times,
though, as I find,
Opportunity, itself,
is a matter of
absolute value;
and, as such,
it can be
either
verily
creative
or
destructive,
depending
on the Will (or lack thereof)
of it's User (or lack thereof)
.
Love
is quite the Opportunity.
and quite the same is true of Life.
Joy
is quite the Opportunity,
and such is also true of Strife.

Thus, I cast this genuine penumbral Plea-
thus, I cast this penned and umbral Plea:

Please cast thy Shadow
with the utmost and greatest Care,
lest it envelop thy Being;
usurping thy cognitive throne-

that is, as opposed to
incorporation of Shadow
via the omnitool Mirrors
of Awareness- of Mind:
thusly Shadow augments
the arsenal of One's very own Self.

Beware, though,
for the System, itself,
has it's sordid defenses.

Also, and once more,
please do not forget
to cast thy Shadow
with great Care, and
please do not forget
to cast nary a Shadow
without Self Awareness.

Jesus is a personification of the Sage;
a metaphor for the Sun
and for the path to enlightenment.

Perhaps he was not a real person;
perhaps a personification of some Shaman,
or he perhaps could have been a mushroom
that was called 'jesus' to disguise the source
of these enlightening ideas
from the totalitarian Roman authorities:

If you seek to understand how all is one yet separate;
take some certain Mushrooms in a safe environment
then meditate under a tree at noon until three;
write down the ideas you have:
they reflect your path.

Yet it is treated as illegal;
it is executed publicly.
Crucified on the hill.

Sound familiar?

Do not judge
what you do not understand.

It is one thing to quickly judge
a person or thing,
but it is entirely worse not to resend said judgement
when it becomes due.

People do tend to seem
ever so very keen
to not decipher anything
that they do not already deem
to be so worthy as to bring
to the table of Understanding;
a state of Mind I find appalling:
can we not hear Reason calling?

Yea, to me, it seems to be
that if we all could just simply
and finally agree to disagree,
maybe, in Time, we'd come to see
some sort of intrinsic validity
in philosophical discrepancy;
in the varied perspectives of Humanity;
any One could hold Lucidity.

You don't seem to think with Reason;
root Chakra so loud and gratifying.

So very much louder,
and as if that makes it right,
and as if it makes up for
all that lack of self control:

You don't seem to think with Reason,
your root Chakra is your puppeteer.

Playing with Fire,
One gets ******* burnt.
What did you expect? Then again,
you don't seem to think with Reason.

Unbalanced Root Chakra;
so very loud and gratifying,
leaves you cracked and empty;
hollow. Wallowing. I know
this is hard to swallow,
but, do you follow?

You bring it on yourself!
You called it down, summoned it!

You played with Root Chakra Fire
and we're all still getting burnt.
You might have saved yourself,
but I am still enduring it;

Each time I think of Love,
Pain instead comes to Mind
because that is how those I have Loved have treated me.

"You're such a good person", they've said.
Hah! That's either ******* or just insincere,
'cause they've sure as **** shown me
what it is they thought I deserved:

Reap the words of one you've broken down.
Behold the Wrath you've ******* sewn about!
Dark Actions propagate dark Feelings;
Face the repercussions of your Actions:

This is a Reflection of you!
This is a Reflection of what you have done!
This is no appeal to Guilt;
for what good would that do?
--
I guess we must think differently, and that's fine.
I guess I am just so offended
'cause I hold *** with reverence;
To me, *** ******* means something,
and I thought of *** as an extension and expression of our Love and
not just another ******* Addiction.

Turns out it was just another ******* Addiction
and you got your ******* fix,
but where's mine?

You've become just another ******* Addiction
that I am now forced to quit
cold-turkey.

Just another addiction.
(I was) Just another addiction.
(You are) Just another addiction.
Just another ******* Addiction after all.

Justify as you wish; it is still as it is.
Testify as you wish; it is still as it is.

Graham Hancock - The War on Consciousness:

".. and I stand here invoking the hard-won right of freedom of speech to call for and demand another right to be recognized, and that is the right of Adult Sovereignty over Consciousness.

There is a war on Consciousness in our society, and if we, as Adults, are not allowed to make sovereign decisions about what to experience  with our own Consciousness while doing no harm to others- including the decision to use, responsibly, ancient and sacred visionary plants, then we cannot claim to be free in any way, and it is useless for our society to go around the world imposing our form of democracy on others while we nourish this rot at the heart of society and we do not allow individual freedom over Consciousness.

It may even be that we are denying ourselves the next vital step in our own evolution by allowing this state of affairs to continue, and, who knows, perhaps our immortal destiny, as well."*



Please watch or at least listen to the whole speech. It's only 19 minutes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0c5nIvJH7w

If you pour enough money into it,
anything can be said to work.