Whoa Everything Is Alive

Posted by pillowfight
October 1, 2007

More stuff I found on that hard drive:

1/15/04 8:30

D, V, and myself have taken shrooms. I consumed but a small amount but it has had a profound impact on my system almost immediately after taking them. D is freaking out and he seems to love the experience. M is taking V and D on their walk, a babysitter, overtaker, watch man, sort of role in this. We should thank him when we get a chance because this has been rather unexpected…

So. Now for my quickwriting rant/mumblings/whatever… I just feel like writing my thoughts down…and watching my fingers type is really tripping me out. ..and it feels neat. The soundtrack to Lost in Translation is playing, and it is CRAZY. My god, I can’t look up, for the screen is pulsating in a bright beat.

Looks as though D never went on that walk. Teeheehee. I think he shall enjoiy shrooming. I like this experience too, just not expressing it the same way he is. He keeps asking me if I’m okay AND THAT I NEED TO CHEER UP. But I’m feeling great. Just because I’m not expressing it the same way he is does that make me a sourpuss??? THERE IS NO RIGHT OR WRONG. There is no right or wrong there is no right or wrong there is no right or wrong there is no right or wrong………………………………………………………………………………………………………………yes that’s true.

My hands are freezing. Can you hear it calling? Everybody is shaking. Tonight its over. (some lyrics in the music playing)

Okay. Fresh line, fresh start. Ha ha I was gonna go to a poetry reading tonight but went to see my boyfriend in davis instead, now am on shrooms. Life takes you in funny circles sometimes. I NEED YOU TO BE HAVING AS MUCH FUN AS I AM- BOOBIES F.

What are we supposed to be in life?

People should stop asking that. Instead we should be asking “what’s the difference?” and what the hell are the fucking differences? What are the differences??? WHAT ARE THE FUCKING DIFFERENCESSSSSSS? Hmm.. let’s see there’s

1. there is reality \
2. there is imagination
3. there are morals
4. there are philosophical ideas that float around into space as if we we we were listening to weird music and tripping out
5. there is music
6. there is solitude and company
7. there is the white light according to lou reed’s lyrics
8. this is fun
9. there
10. ‘s no backspace button
11. I wish I was a kid again

Okay okay. If I were a kid taking shrooms, that would be most enjoyable. I wish I were in santa rosa listening to some poetry. Maybe I should read some.

My imagination is disappearing into a wisp of a candy wrapper.

The candy wrapper is a powerful thing because it means our childhood. It means that little memory of us as a little kid running around and playing. Or when we look at it now, old and shriveled up, a nostalgic flavor in our head.

WHOA EVERYTHING IS ALIVE

i guess I just don’t know and I guess I just don’t know. I’ll be a mirror or a light on your door. When you think the light has dseen you inside your mind

in spirits from my mind, I’m waiting for my man. Here he comes, he’s all dressed in black. He’s never early, he’s always late. Dartling don’t ya want to shout

where do ya go today? Ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddthe pictures on the wall is growing inside out.

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