"good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind."
"dead kings, many things i can't define.
occasions, persuasions clutter your mind.
incense & peppermints, the color of time.
"who cares what games we choose?
little to win but nothin' to lose.
"incense & peppermints, meaningless nouns.
turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
"look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah.
look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah.
"to divide this cockeyed world in two.
throw your pride to one side, it's the least you can do.
beatniks & politics, nothing is new.
a yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.
"who cares what games we choose?
little to win but nothin' to lose
"incense & peppermints, incense & peppermints."
because, for some strange-ass reason, i've been listening to psychedelic hippie anthems all day. i think my love of pink floyd has been opening the floodgates a little too wide.
i was just driving to say my last goodbye to amanda, & smoke on the water started playing. & i could hear the guitars trembling up to the loud introduction & it just made me feel very. strange. i thought i could hear all the acid freaks suffering & screaming & laughing & loving, all of the strung-out hippies sobbing because the world is just so massive, too massive for their trashed heads to hold. i could sense all of the naked teenagers covered in mud telling eachother to look at their hands because they looked so fucking cool when their eyes were drowned in psilocybin mushrooms. it's like that one stupid hippie anthem held all of the energy & self-inflicted mental suffering from every stupid kid who played the record over & over & over again.
it was weird. & i felt gay for having such a strong emotional reaction to deep fucken purple.
let's talk about how much anxiously awaiting college sucks because i wanna trip. i havent had a worthwhile trip since my first time & i just wanna go bonkers for a nite. then again, i'm smart enough to know that if i am at any unrest at the time, it will be awful awful awful.
that is just a small aside, because overall, i'm pretty goddamn pumped for college, despite the fact that i've had to give four friends tearful goodbyes thus far.
i'm trying to write more. getting into the habit of making coherent thoughts. you should have fucken seen my letter to my penpal. it's just a mess of wordvomit. i hope next letter will be better. i'm workin on it... oh, & i also should get to writing better for college & stuff. yeah. ... ehhhhhhhscared.
occasions, persuasions clutter your mind.
incense & peppermints, the color of time.
"who cares what games we choose?
little to win but nothin' to lose.
"incense & peppermints, meaningless nouns.
turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
"look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah.
look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah.
"to divide this cockeyed world in two.
throw your pride to one side, it's the least you can do.
beatniks & politics, nothing is new.
a yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.
"who cares what games we choose?
little to win but nothin' to lose
"incense & peppermints, incense & peppermints."
because, for some strange-ass reason, i've been listening to psychedelic hippie anthems all day. i think my love of pink floyd has been opening the floodgates a little too wide.
i was just driving to say my last goodbye to amanda, & smoke on the water started playing. & i could hear the guitars trembling up to the loud introduction & it just made me feel very. strange. i thought i could hear all the acid freaks suffering & screaming & laughing & loving, all of the strung-out hippies sobbing because the world is just so massive, too massive for their trashed heads to hold. i could sense all of the naked teenagers covered in mud telling eachother to look at their hands because they looked so fucking cool when their eyes were drowned in psilocybin mushrooms. it's like that one stupid hippie anthem held all of the energy & self-inflicted mental suffering from every stupid kid who played the record over & over & over again.
it was weird. & i felt gay for having such a strong emotional reaction to deep fucken purple.
let's talk about how much anxiously awaiting college sucks because i wanna trip. i havent had a worthwhile trip since my first time & i just wanna go bonkers for a nite. then again, i'm smart enough to know that if i am at any unrest at the time, it will be awful awful awful.
that is just a small aside, because overall, i'm pretty goddamn pumped for college, despite the fact that i've had to give four friends tearful goodbyes thus far.
i'm trying to write more. getting into the habit of making coherent thoughts. you should have fucken seen my letter to my penpal. it's just a mess of wordvomit. i hope next letter will be better. i'm workin on it... oh, & i also should get to writing better for college & stuff. yeah. ... ehhhhhhhscared.