I ain't no scientist
The best part about sleeping over at a friends house was that transcendent moment, right before my buddies or the rest of the house would rouse themselves, when I had the opportunity to watch Mystery Science Theater 3000 on saturday morning television. It felt like I was part of a secret fan club, these awful movies finally given context. While network television may have never made it to my family's television, at my friend's houses I could be saturated with the weekly transmissions from Mike, Cam-Bot, Gypsy, Tom and Crow, beamed through the cathode rays in to the living room. I adore(d) every inane quip, dopey pun and perfectly practiced improvisational moment of the show. These characters gave meaning to the boredom of life and I loved that the puppets were constructed from the wire frame of someone's old baseball glove.
I've been getting a similar feeling recently. This idea of something happening that few care to actively cloud up their desires. It looks like a thought in the back of my mind, a fractal image just beyond where the eyes can see, as if a cloud was forming around the middle of my head. Similar to the disproportionate feeling of size which occurs during meditation. The body parts with the largest neural networks in the brain light up and take a hit off of the breathing cycles. While trying your best to clean the bong resin that's staining the glass landscape of your mind, take another deep breath and flick the lighter of comprehension to snuff the old one with the flame of fresh breath. Then the dog starts licking my hand and climbing on to my crossed legs , "Hey," I figure, throwing the ball to the dog, "What's wrong with playing god a little?"
Sitting on a park bench while eating clam chowder and a loaf of bread in the Paseo de San Antonio, I was overwhelmed with the sensation of being one small particle in a much larger tapestry. My thoughts raced around an article about our universe being a marble in the hands of a cosmic teenager. Maybe it's not a new concept or idea, but when it happens it's important to pay attention to those feelings. SO I did what any guy who with an instantly modest ego would and snapped a photo to make a penis joke,
"Dong da dong dong dong - Cisco"
I've been getting a similar feeling recently. This idea of something happening that few care to actively cloud up their desires. It looks like a thought in the back of my mind, a fractal image just beyond where the eyes can see, as if a cloud was forming around the middle of my head. Similar to the disproportionate feeling of size which occurs during meditation. The body parts with the largest neural networks in the brain light up and take a hit off of the breathing cycles. While trying your best to clean the bong resin that's staining the glass landscape of your mind, take another deep breath and flick the lighter of comprehension to snuff the old one with the flame of fresh breath. Then the dog starts licking my hand and climbing on to my crossed legs , "Hey," I figure, throwing the ball to the dog, "What's wrong with playing god a little?"
Sitting on a park bench while eating clam chowder and a loaf of bread in the Paseo de San Antonio, I was overwhelmed with the sensation of being one small particle in a much larger tapestry. My thoughts raced around an article about our universe being a marble in the hands of a cosmic teenager. Maybe it's not a new concept or idea, but when it happens it's important to pay attention to those feelings. SO I did what any guy who with an instantly modest ego would and snapped a photo to make a penis joke,
"Dong da dong dong dong - Cisco"