~note to self~ when sane please read. thanks. love ya, therese.
pal foot foot (12:44:59 AM): maybe. i could probably talk about this good now. but id be pretty drawn out. and think things out far too much.
pal foot foot (12:45:16 AM): i need to let my mind rest
pal foot foot (12:45:55 AM): im going insane right now. my night has entaled too much. and coming back to something warm, makes me feel comfortable.
pal foot foot (12:46:19 AM): and i cant stand how everything i write is EXACTLY what i want to say.
poeticallybored (12:46:41 AM): isn't that a good thing?
pal foot foot (12:46:47 AM): its amazing
poeticallybored (12:47:02 AM): :-)
pal foot foot (12:47:06 AM): the body high you get, when you come down off of acid, is fantasic.
pal foot foot (12:47:49 AM): completely balanced. frustration, because you feel as though you need a constant...you need a destination. a reason. a moment.
pal foot foot (12:48:19 AM): but yet calm,because of how comforting the things that truely please you are.
poeticallybored (12:48:46 AM): warm thoughts
pal foot foot (12:48:51 AM): coming down is the complete oppositte of where i was earlier'
pal foot foot (12:52:07 AM): i was insane. purely. i flooded everything i felt into movement, and follow every sound i head, i saw the world joined in halfs, with the realization that i was seeing out of two eyes. for the first time understanding that things can be seen as objects. floating where ever they please. it reminded me of childrens playhouses. where the reality was inside. you could watch it. with every thought becoming tangible and wrapping my feelings into this focus, that i centered and moved.
pal foot foot (12:53:02 AM): watching every particle moving on its own. and i have to tell you this robert
pal foot foot (12:53:06 AM): youll love this
pal foot foot (12:53:22 AM): the most beautiful thing the mind creates when you tripp is creation.
poeticallybored (12:54:32 AM): :-) that's another one of the reasons why i want to try it... to just let myself go and write everything
poeticallybored (12:54:45 AM): create
pal foot foot (12:54:56 AM): to stared at a tree, with flowers all around it. was to watch it bloom. in the literal sense..the most beautiful sight i have ever seen is growth. i watched flowers bloom over and over
pal foot foot (12:55:07 AM): imagine this
poeticallybored (12:55:29 AM): sounds amazing
pal foot foot (12:55:54 AM): im sure you have seen a tape sped up. sunsets put on fast forward?
poeticallybored (12:56:38 AM): i'm dieing to try this with you. i can't wait to do this together
pal foot foot (12:57:27 AM): well imagine a flower on fast forward. as if you could watch it from start to finsih. born and die. you watch the leaves start fresh and die one after another. but this happen in all of an instant. i wish i could create this image for you
pal foot foot (12:57:31 AM): a constant bloom
poeticallybored (12:57:34 AM): the way you write about it now, just like in your journal entry, it sounds just so beautiful
pal foot foot (12:59:36 AM): if i could sum it all up. i dont really think i could. its a giant realization, of how absolutely unstable everything is around you, and the constant frustration, but the satisfaction that comes with not being able to make it end.
pal foot foot (1:00:37 AM): but at the same time. a phenonminal body high. that allows you to melt into comfort
pal foot foot (1:00:45 AM): dance into sound
pal foot foot (1:00:51 AM): and actually enjoy your reality
pal foot foot (1:00:57 AM): fuck thats exactly what it is!
pal foot foot (1:01:06 AM): its enjoying things as you would.
poeticallybored (1:01:07 AM): :-)
pal foot foot (1:02:13 AM): your entire reality becomes stable when you realise that its just you sitting here..and when you let go you move exactly how you want. see exactly how you'd like to see. but everything is exact for that moment. and would be completely different at any other given point.
pal foot foot (1:03:21 AM): im making far too much sense to myself. and finding it far too difficicult to convey words
poeticallybored (1:03:59 AM): i can imagine it's hard to express. i can imagine how great it is though, if it's so great it can't be said
pal foot foot (1:04:43 AM): its a selfish moment i think. im indulging. completely satisfied with where im sitting.
pal foot foot (1:05:31 AM): im pretty sure i could be deemed legally insane at this instant.
pal foot foot (1:06:01 AM): but if you would have caught me around 8 there wouldnt have been a world to be deemed insane to.
poeticallybored (1:06:43 AM): insanity doesn't exist. neither does normalcy
pal foot foot (1:06:49 AM): i have to go for now. i need sleep pretty bad. theres this fucking reality that i have work in the morning.
pal foot foot (1:07:29 AM): it really doesnt. do you know what exists?what you see, feel, smell, and become.
pal foot foot (1:07:52 AM): everything else is just a figment of everyone imagination
pal foot foot (1:09:32 AM): if i were to cook up a story about how it all came about. it would go ..we all existed and then became bored, frustrated with the need for more, we named and created, in hopes to calm the frustration that kept us moving.
poeticallybored (1:09:57 AM): :-)
pal foot foot (1:10:01 AM): and that would be how everything was created
poeticallybored (1:10:20 AM): my new favorite creation story
poeticallybored (1:10:59 AM): can i call you tomorrow, after work?
pal foot foot (1:11:25 AM): but for now i need to stop creating, shifting, melting, drifting and allowing my mind to wonder into so many tangent thoughts.
pal foot foot (1:12:38 AM): so give me a call when im tied back into my fucking sanity boots and ill kick this reality shit with you.
pal foot foot (12:45:16 AM): i need to let my mind rest
pal foot foot (12:45:55 AM): im going insane right now. my night has entaled too much. and coming back to something warm, makes me feel comfortable.
pal foot foot (12:46:19 AM): and i cant stand how everything i write is EXACTLY what i want to say.
poeticallybored (12:46:41 AM): isn't that a good thing?
pal foot foot (12:46:47 AM): its amazing
poeticallybored (12:47:02 AM): :-)
pal foot foot (12:47:06 AM): the body high you get, when you come down off of acid, is fantasic.
pal foot foot (12:47:49 AM): completely balanced. frustration, because you feel as though you need a constant...you need a destination. a reason. a moment.
pal foot foot (12:48:19 AM): but yet calm,because of how comforting the things that truely please you are.
poeticallybored (12:48:46 AM): warm thoughts
pal foot foot (12:48:51 AM): coming down is the complete oppositte of where i was earlier'
pal foot foot (12:52:07 AM): i was insane. purely. i flooded everything i felt into movement, and follow every sound i head, i saw the world joined in halfs, with the realization that i was seeing out of two eyes. for the first time understanding that things can be seen as objects. floating where ever they please. it reminded me of childrens playhouses. where the reality was inside. you could watch it. with every thought becoming tangible and wrapping my feelings into this focus, that i centered and moved.
pal foot foot (12:53:02 AM): watching every particle moving on its own. and i have to tell you this robert
pal foot foot (12:53:06 AM): youll love this
pal foot foot (12:53:22 AM): the most beautiful thing the mind creates when you tripp is creation.
poeticallybored (12:54:32 AM): :-) that's another one of the reasons why i want to try it... to just let myself go and write everything
poeticallybored (12:54:45 AM): create
pal foot foot (12:54:56 AM): to stared at a tree, with flowers all around it. was to watch it bloom. in the literal sense..the most beautiful sight i have ever seen is growth. i watched flowers bloom over and over
pal foot foot (12:55:07 AM): imagine this
poeticallybored (12:55:29 AM): sounds amazing
pal foot foot (12:55:54 AM): im sure you have seen a tape sped up. sunsets put on fast forward?
poeticallybored (12:56:38 AM): i'm dieing to try this with you. i can't wait to do this together
pal foot foot (12:57:27 AM): well imagine a flower on fast forward. as if you could watch it from start to finsih. born and die. you watch the leaves start fresh and die one after another. but this happen in all of an instant. i wish i could create this image for you
pal foot foot (12:57:31 AM): a constant bloom
poeticallybored (12:57:34 AM): the way you write about it now, just like in your journal entry, it sounds just so beautiful
pal foot foot (12:59:36 AM): if i could sum it all up. i dont really think i could. its a giant realization, of how absolutely unstable everything is around you, and the constant frustration, but the satisfaction that comes with not being able to make it end.
pal foot foot (1:00:37 AM): but at the same time. a phenonminal body high. that allows you to melt into comfort
pal foot foot (1:00:45 AM): dance into sound
pal foot foot (1:00:51 AM): and actually enjoy your reality
pal foot foot (1:00:57 AM): fuck thats exactly what it is!
pal foot foot (1:01:06 AM): its enjoying things as you would.
poeticallybored (1:01:07 AM): :-)
pal foot foot (1:02:13 AM): your entire reality becomes stable when you realise that its just you sitting here..and when you let go you move exactly how you want. see exactly how you'd like to see. but everything is exact for that moment. and would be completely different at any other given point.
pal foot foot (1:03:21 AM): im making far too much sense to myself. and finding it far too difficicult to convey words
poeticallybored (1:03:59 AM): i can imagine it's hard to express. i can imagine how great it is though, if it's so great it can't be said
pal foot foot (1:04:43 AM): its a selfish moment i think. im indulging. completely satisfied with where im sitting.
pal foot foot (1:05:31 AM): im pretty sure i could be deemed legally insane at this instant.
pal foot foot (1:06:01 AM): but if you would have caught me around 8 there wouldnt have been a world to be deemed insane to.
poeticallybored (1:06:43 AM): insanity doesn't exist. neither does normalcy
pal foot foot (1:06:49 AM): i have to go for now. i need sleep pretty bad. theres this fucking reality that i have work in the morning.
pal foot foot (1:07:29 AM): it really doesnt. do you know what exists?what you see, feel, smell, and become.
pal foot foot (1:07:52 AM): everything else is just a figment of everyone imagination
pal foot foot (1:09:32 AM): if i were to cook up a story about how it all came about. it would go ..we all existed and then became bored, frustrated with the need for more, we named and created, in hopes to calm the frustration that kept us moving.
poeticallybored (1:09:57 AM): :-)
pal foot foot (1:10:01 AM): and that would be how everything was created
poeticallybored (1:10:20 AM): my new favorite creation story
poeticallybored (1:10:59 AM): can i call you tomorrow, after work?
pal foot foot (1:11:25 AM): but for now i need to stop creating, shifting, melting, drifting and allowing my mind to wonder into so many tangent thoughts.
pal foot foot (1:12:38 AM): so give me a call when im tied back into my fucking sanity boots and ill kick this reality shit with you.