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man oh man, something's been brewing in me lately. I'm about ready to jump out of my skin, but I have a pretty strong inkling that if I do explode, everyone's just going to step to the side and let it all just fall uncushioned to the floor. This isn't metaphor or some sly way to disguise a particular event that happened, it's just kind of an attempt to describe a strange kind of opening that's going on.
I was at the cafe tonight and there was a man there who was definitely living in another dimension. something about him was really very holy. he had some kind of mental disorder, he had a beard and long hair. He talked loud and had a laugh. A prolonged haw haw hawww that was stirring at first and then right away sucked me down a type of vortex. It was one of the clearest, purest sounds I've heard, and brought about a feeling of a scary angel, or a spiked, squeezing tunnel to paradise. I guess you could just say life.
later in the night I was kind of making remarks of how I want to go into a comma or something (it was loud in there) and a guy at the table said... I hear the insane asylums are nice this time of year. and for the first time in the night I felt seen.
lately, I guess I've been longing for openness between people. For people not to dismiss me as just out there. well, you know... I am pretty out there, but It would be nice if out there didn't make people so squeamish
I was at the cafe tonight and there was a man there who was definitely living in another dimension. something about him was really very holy. he had some kind of mental disorder, he had a beard and long hair. He talked loud and had a laugh. A prolonged haw haw hawww that was stirring at first and then right away sucked me down a type of vortex. It was one of the clearest, purest sounds I've heard, and brought about a feeling of a scary angel, or a spiked, squeezing tunnel to paradise. I guess you could just say life.
later in the night I was kind of making remarks of how I want to go into a comma or something (it was loud in there) and a guy at the table said... I hear the insane asylums are nice this time of year. and for the first time in the night I felt seen.
lately, I guess I've been longing for openness between people. For people not to dismiss me as just out there. well, you know... I am pretty out there, but It would be nice if out there didn't make people so squeamish