Quick notes from a blurry place.
Took the 1.2 about what? An hour ago? Can't totally keep that solid now. It's nicely... morphic. Colours start expanding, words become larger and eat up the sky with their depth and breadth. I can barely keep up, such a little battered chicken on the side. Dosed in delicious gravy - oh, they don't make it like that any more, but you can still get it, if you know who to ask. If you have friends. In powerful places. In the food industry.
I have friends. I swear I do. It's what allows me to get away with all this.
I miss my old self. The shaved, stubbly head. The... no, those were all lies. I don't know what the past was like. A stupid reflection I couldn't see in a mirror that was barely there.
Trying to type to various places at once. People. Periods of time. States of mental activity. I feel so... la la la la la la...
Remember when I used to keep this blog like 10 years ago, taking acid alone in my apartment, making notes, and then going into a net cafe to load up the files. So sad. Just get 'net at home. It's like... well, it was the past. Now is the future. I like the now.
Now is a good place to be, ontologically. It's warm and people love me. The past was kind of cold, but this is working out.
I have friends. I swear I do. It's what allows me to get away with all this.
I miss my old self. The shaved, stubbly head. The... no, those were all lies. I don't know what the past was like. A stupid reflection I couldn't see in a mirror that was barely there.
Trying to type to various places at once. People. Periods of time. States of mental activity. I feel so... la la la la la la...
Remember when I used to keep this blog like 10 years ago, taking acid alone in my apartment, making notes, and then going into a net cafe to load up the files. So sad. Just get 'net at home. It's like... well, it was the past. Now is the future. I like the now.
Now is a good place to be, ontologically. It's warm and people love me. The past was kind of cold, but this is working out.