pensive preachers reciting glory tided things

[romerskchivalry]

Ive watched my life through silkscreen eyes for 17 hours, relating fiction to response, living but not existing manifest's being lost, being lost is being found, in all circuits...hmm truly, after watching this movie entitled "waking Life" im not sure if im enlightened, or slaped in the face by a line of philosophy and art, truly,intervene my mind. sleeping..by far, oh fuck...reasons why I stopped indulging is such mass collisions of chunks of these intricate calculated formulas, that seem to commute with something not recognized. hmm 420 wasnt a day for me as much as it was a state of exhaustion.
fuck such negative connotation beside some themes. dont mean to lead you astray, this is just a reminder.