Sep 04, 2007 23:08
Oh man Tim just reminded me of an adventure we had way back in the year two thousand and five! I almost forgot we even wrote stuff down, but I found it posted on my old crappy Xanga. I can't believe I didn't post it here, I've had this way longer than Xangay (lol get it?)
And here, without further ado, I present "Friday, March 25th, 2005":
XANGAAAAhHHHh
We have begun to cross the lines. The boundries are bluring.
The outer world is becoming clearer to us. Dextro. Decksum. Gahhh. I want to flip, and spin and be agile, like the ipod mini on the ad banner on my screen. His moves are eratic but precise. There is a man whose lips are small with the face of a mummy in my mind. I saw him when my eyes were closed. Nosferatu is fucking nuts, no doubt, he is a creepy bastard. The string theory, I wish I understood it. We're listening to brain music now. It's in me. It's actually affecting me in a strange way. I just saw a severed hand with a blue box watch on it. There was a spiral marking on the watch face. It was blue. I am returning to this world only to type. I must go back. Stage 1.
It's something to keep us out on the rock out on the rock out on the rock. How trippy. Now we've reached a sense of equilibrium within. THC is introduced to the system and all will spin once more. Levels thrown off.
The Plant of Knowledge. Tim is preaching
The Allies
We did the illusion trick. The fishtank ... wait.
my keyboard is glowing.
the cacti are gaurdians, persued by nosferatu
my head is burning, and melting and spreading
the keys felt too bigf, th e big buttons too big, dsame eiyth fingers, typing feel like baby, lecx appaate
he is a fish, he really is a fish. a fish in a stream of knowwledge
tim goes to take off the contacts. he cannot see.
I move shakely, I'm not used to this type of movement, in this plane.
My neck is hot.
I'm not feeling this right now. the music is between my skin and me.
I was a watch
I was a friscit
thge sprayed arm
Stage 2 plays. tim returns
co tacts took lonh time, dave was here for a xecond dude, I saw hi , near me, bathroom, wored
I believe we have chosen a god in dextrotopolis
tim gets the phone, we shall call people. antiguities, this is nostalgia
tim came wish asparagus, the seers root? it had powers is what he told me.
we remember walking in the diorama
2:26. from 2:18 to now so much more happened. tim came from the basement.
its some strange dance!
theres only one of use besides the opther
tim dreampt of responcibility and age.
"a fairly low dose"
a sweeping blue trail .
robots
so I tied to toimpilicarons of the hel ladies wattning messages, I hear them from all sides at lot
tgeb I gorgot all abou it 6 min layrt
chparter slice
THeres an owl and the forest is falling 3 2 1.
my tongue is dancing in my mouth, all parts of my face are a dolls, mobile
phase three was
closed eye visuals now
nott working
black and purple shapes
tims on a train far away
he's gonna ride it for al;l its worth
theresa twisting box and shifting faces switching places
tim proposes to take this out into the poublic. everyione'll know
grapefruit juice increases the somethging
the wall has a heartbeat
this room, i've just begun to explore it
the pressure on my head from typping heats my neck and stiffens me
tim is adinosaur
Louise XII
this is out of control, i see myself and hear myself as i am when i think. but so vividly.
he's brokne a thousand ru;les
secrets of hsi tribe?!?
the reason elmont is this way. it is on a train in a valley of death
a camera viewing a screen broadcasting what it sees. I mjust see it
theres no way it 2:29
what is he writing on himself?
we need juice. let me just aypre, yeah leys hey juice - ytim
They have no idea about the blue light
they were foci in the darkened plane of my basement
I was attached to one, in a higher orbital from the glowiung blue nucleus but i broke off. my nucleus is here but off. where did tim go?
whats your fixation with a train
its because ive been on a train all day
la mer is crushing my head, but its oh so beautiful.
we go downstairs to call dave.
we talked to dave but that was hours ago.
The blue light flashin between my face and the mirror, I saw myselfs, frozen in ice. My head was seperate. Down there is dark but not sinister, why is dark considered sinister? I see dark now as innocent and void of all things, it is something worth embracing yet I don't want to embrace it because I see now that it would taiunt its purity it wouldnt be innocent. But that is what is natural.
straightenm them niggaz out?
again tium speaks of trains
it's because he's been on a train all day.
the sentriful
oh man tim is flipping out
why is he angry he's not going to italy because he was on the train so long he thaught he was. clearly he woulda flown first.
beowulf turned out to be no more than a gaseous discharge
I'm having trouble focusing. Where did Tim. go
I talked to him in the basement, we've broken away from that bubble of knowledge we had bfore. Whenever I type like this i get drawn in, I think it has something to do with how the information gets sent to the computer and the different unrecognizable forces at work here. forces with no names.
I think I'm going to post this now and read it tomorrow once I become less aware of things I shouldn't.
Where is my mind?
Pfft a Pixies referance at the end? How lame was that? What a nutty night.
cacti people,
poop,
niggercock sandwiches,
dxm