Blabbering
I was told about this place where dreams and reality collide in a never ending spiral, right in the centre of the universe. The man who told me this is dead now. Got hit my a train on his way to a bowling match. I guess they called it fate.
He'd walk along the side of the tracks with his hands in his pockets so he'd never get the ballance if the trains that passed by rushed him off his feet. I guess it was one of those freak accidents.
The universe itself keeps expanding and expanding and then one day all it's going to be able to do is either explode or come back again, and just continue... I'd like to see it this way. All science and stuff.
But the way I see things isn't linear. Nor is it jumbled. It all just is but isn't. Things happen because they do. Each thing is a ripple of a ripple, in a never ending stream. Going further and further out. I guess that works with the scientific big bang theory in a way but in my head I just see it as water. I am one of those ripples. I am not a key figure in this world. I am merely a ripple effect in other peoples lives. My job in this world is merely to exist until it is my time to depart. I leave mymark and it shows through other people. I have figured this out in the way I have begun to isnpire some people and show them new things, just as we all do. I am not a mere ripple, just as no one is, but a part of an thng in life which is meant to be and always will be.
So, the cause and effect are multiplyed by the two dimensonal beings living in my closet. A spectrum so far gone that we could never see it come or go. Yes, I guess I am just blabbering but somewhere out there this all makes sense. Someone will read it all again and again and break it down and in their minds they might see a menaing behind these words.
These words caused by little zero's and ones in a computer matrix, a system that we can understand but never truly understand. We can break down the mechanics of it all, but at the same time never understand the soul of a machine. Machines have souls. Not like us, but they have souls. Just as everything in this world does. A rock broken off the side of a cliff face has parted from it's original molecular structure but when it lands it has been re united with rock or earth once more. It's just not as closely bound, the particals are borken, loose and will never be the same. There are so many of them that we seeit, but there are so many air particals that we can't. Rules apply differently to everything as nothing is the same but is the same.
If we took the head of a pin and threw it out in the middle fo a field, would it ever be found again? Would it just betrodden into the mud and lost forever? Are we nothing more than pinheads n the mud, set to be burried and lost and forgotten, insignificant in the grassy plain that surrounds it? Maybe.. perhaps we are. Perhaps we might get found, picked up and thrown in the trash... I don't know where this is going but I really feel like typing every single random thing in my head even if it makes no sense. I want to cover every emotion and can and voice it out to you, the reader.
Fire's buring in my heart and soul and no it's not indigestion. A pain is running up my spine and yes it's caused by laziness.
So back to the universe.... where was I? Ah... the universe is made up of everything and everything in the universe relates. Colours, relate to numbers in the fact that we use a number coding off colours. Colour spectum in physics, light, transending into a multi dimensional being. Colours relate to sound in that each can paint a picture. And sounds can be linked to colours, and that can be linked to mood which in turn goes back to music, moving on to form. Sound relates to form in that music can help build so much, inspire and create. Maths goes into the making of music as we know it, timings. Colours are moods as well as a physical thing we can see, I feel, and so that links again. These theories are probably well off but I am not actually thinking as I am typing, just typing alot of shit. Anyway. Form relates to war. So many things cause war, and war is not just out on a battlefield, it can be something within yourself or with outhers you know. It's not always countries but sometimes streets fighting it out physically or emotionally or both and so war comes in many forms just as everything, from colour to sound does. War realtes to sex. Sex, an act of love, lust but often an act of sheer violence. For the woman, her body is violated by this thing and so she is hurt. The hurt can be seen and felt as pleasure. Sex causes war, rape, violence, unwanted children. Over population, prostitution, war... Sex relates to healing. Apparently orgasms cure headaches so theres a start. Healing is not always a positive thing I think. Sometimes people might go out their way for a fuck to make themselves feel better but in the long run it's not good for them. Healing relates to all God vibration. Need I say more.
God where was I? This fucking keyboard player in the background is seriously doing my nut in. I have lost all train of thought and I am ready to strangle him with the wire leading to the mouse.
Love makes the world go round and I am a variable disease, whatever that means. Sugar cubes go nicely with mice if that's your taste and you like a bit of blood balance.
I'd love for just one moment to hold him in my arms and tell him how much he means to me (God I feel like my brain is about to explode)
I am going deepred and deeper into my head and I am pulling so much and stuffing it back in for the time to type all this. Things are flashing through my head, images moving through space and the very farbic of time is visual to me. Aye it might be a stereotype of partially translusant pcoket watches on a perfect starry sky but it's in my head not yours. And there's pages old and new from unread books teasing me from their starry walls to come and take a look at what knowledge they might hold, but alas. They are in my head. Theyll just tell me shit I already know.
I should really stop here.
So in conclusion. I don't know shit. I should really think before I type. This thing here has been brought to you by a sleep deprived wierdo from Scotland. Love ya,
Psykotropik, definatly not that Psychotic.
He'd walk along the side of the tracks with his hands in his pockets so he'd never get the ballance if the trains that passed by rushed him off his feet. I guess it was one of those freak accidents.
The universe itself keeps expanding and expanding and then one day all it's going to be able to do is either explode or come back again, and just continue... I'd like to see it this way. All science and stuff.
But the way I see things isn't linear. Nor is it jumbled. It all just is but isn't. Things happen because they do. Each thing is a ripple of a ripple, in a never ending stream. Going further and further out. I guess that works with the scientific big bang theory in a way but in my head I just see it as water. I am one of those ripples. I am not a key figure in this world. I am merely a ripple effect in other peoples lives. My job in this world is merely to exist until it is my time to depart. I leave mymark and it shows through other people. I have figured this out in the way I have begun to isnpire some people and show them new things, just as we all do. I am not a mere ripple, just as no one is, but a part of an thng in life which is meant to be and always will be.
So, the cause and effect are multiplyed by the two dimensonal beings living in my closet. A spectrum so far gone that we could never see it come or go. Yes, I guess I am just blabbering but somewhere out there this all makes sense. Someone will read it all again and again and break it down and in their minds they might see a menaing behind these words.
These words caused by little zero's and ones in a computer matrix, a system that we can understand but never truly understand. We can break down the mechanics of it all, but at the same time never understand the soul of a machine. Machines have souls. Not like us, but they have souls. Just as everything in this world does. A rock broken off the side of a cliff face has parted from it's original molecular structure but when it lands it has been re united with rock or earth once more. It's just not as closely bound, the particals are borken, loose and will never be the same. There are so many of them that we seeit, but there are so many air particals that we can't. Rules apply differently to everything as nothing is the same but is the same.
If we took the head of a pin and threw it out in the middle fo a field, would it ever be found again? Would it just betrodden into the mud and lost forever? Are we nothing more than pinheads n the mud, set to be burried and lost and forgotten, insignificant in the grassy plain that surrounds it? Maybe.. perhaps we are. Perhaps we might get found, picked up and thrown in the trash... I don't know where this is going but I really feel like typing every single random thing in my head even if it makes no sense. I want to cover every emotion and can and voice it out to you, the reader.
Fire's buring in my heart and soul and no it's not indigestion. A pain is running up my spine and yes it's caused by laziness.
So back to the universe.... where was I? Ah... the universe is made up of everything and everything in the universe relates. Colours, relate to numbers in the fact that we use a number coding off colours. Colour spectum in physics, light, transending into a multi dimensional being. Colours relate to sound in that each can paint a picture. And sounds can be linked to colours, and that can be linked to mood which in turn goes back to music, moving on to form. Sound relates to form in that music can help build so much, inspire and create. Maths goes into the making of music as we know it, timings. Colours are moods as well as a physical thing we can see, I feel, and so that links again. These theories are probably well off but I am not actually thinking as I am typing, just typing alot of shit. Anyway. Form relates to war. So many things cause war, and war is not just out on a battlefield, it can be something within yourself or with outhers you know. It's not always countries but sometimes streets fighting it out physically or emotionally or both and so war comes in many forms just as everything, from colour to sound does. War realtes to sex. Sex, an act of love, lust but often an act of sheer violence. For the woman, her body is violated by this thing and so she is hurt. The hurt can be seen and felt as pleasure. Sex causes war, rape, violence, unwanted children. Over population, prostitution, war... Sex relates to healing. Apparently orgasms cure headaches so theres a start. Healing is not always a positive thing I think. Sometimes people might go out their way for a fuck to make themselves feel better but in the long run it's not good for them. Healing relates to all God vibration. Need I say more.
God where was I? This fucking keyboard player in the background is seriously doing my nut in. I have lost all train of thought and I am ready to strangle him with the wire leading to the mouse.
Love makes the world go round and I am a variable disease, whatever that means. Sugar cubes go nicely with mice if that's your taste and you like a bit of blood balance.
I'd love for just one moment to hold him in my arms and tell him how much he means to me (God I feel like my brain is about to explode)
I am going deepred and deeper into my head and I am pulling so much and stuffing it back in for the time to type all this. Things are flashing through my head, images moving through space and the very farbic of time is visual to me. Aye it might be a stereotype of partially translusant pcoket watches on a perfect starry sky but it's in my head not yours. And there's pages old and new from unread books teasing me from their starry walls to come and take a look at what knowledge they might hold, but alas. They are in my head. Theyll just tell me shit I already know.
I should really stop here.
So in conclusion. I don't know shit. I should really think before I type. This thing here has been brought to you by a sleep deprived wierdo from Scotland. Love ya,
Psykotropik, definatly not that Psychotic.