tripping
it's just that not having control sucks. point blank.
it's fun, ya'know? like a whirlwind of ideas, epiphonies, feelings...
and everything makes sense. thats what i kept saysing, to everyone. i make sense, i swear i do.
the answer is right there. when reality disapears actuality appears.
it's beautiful for a few seconds... because you're in an airplane over somewhere in the world, flying from israel to prague to new york... back from night into earlier that day, and fast-forwarding into dawn.
the collapse of time, and all reality. then it just exists. it's so beautiful, you can grab what doesnt exist if you want to. my waterbottle had a heartbeat when i held it in my hands and lap on the floor of brendans kitchen.
why can't you divide anything by zero? it's the only constant answer. zero is so infinate, infinity is glorious concept, why is it illegal in math? its a sign, that means so much. random is a concept which is also so magnificant but people still try to disaprove its existance.
not having control sucks. point blank. infinity has no handles and no one can control random, just because you can't draw zero out on paper...
things just happen. theres no explaination. thats existance. to exist is to be unsure.
when reality disapears actuality appears. actuality scared the shit out of me. no one can handle actuality for more than a split second... everyday people get tiny snippets and then they're gone. i trapped myself in it, and i realized that we all need this reality, false or true, which we create.
the world needs to stop using science and math to explain actuality: love, passion, hatrid, desire...
i make sense, i swear i do.
it's fun, ya'know? like a whirlwind of ideas, epiphonies, feelings...
and everything makes sense. thats what i kept saysing, to everyone. i make sense, i swear i do.
the answer is right there. when reality disapears actuality appears.
it's beautiful for a few seconds... because you're in an airplane over somewhere in the world, flying from israel to prague to new york... back from night into earlier that day, and fast-forwarding into dawn.
the collapse of time, and all reality. then it just exists. it's so beautiful, you can grab what doesnt exist if you want to. my waterbottle had a heartbeat when i held it in my hands and lap on the floor of brendans kitchen.
why can't you divide anything by zero? it's the only constant answer. zero is so infinate, infinity is glorious concept, why is it illegal in math? its a sign, that means so much. random is a concept which is also so magnificant but people still try to disaprove its existance.
not having control sucks. point blank. infinity has no handles and no one can control random, just because you can't draw zero out on paper...
things just happen. theres no explaination. thats existance. to exist is to be unsure.
when reality disapears actuality appears. actuality scared the shit out of me. no one can handle actuality for more than a split second... everyday people get tiny snippets and then they're gone. i trapped myself in it, and i realized that we all need this reality, false or true, which we create.
the world needs to stop using science and math to explain actuality: love, passion, hatrid, desire...
i make sense, i swear i do.