ǝɔuo puıɯ ʎɯ ʇsol ʎllɐǝɹ ı
,but I found it. It was on the sleep beach. The night before the night to not forget. I thought about bludgeon brain wallpaper, and bugs in my smoke detector. I unplugged my computer, and compared white and black. I didn't find gray. Gray is where I'm comfortable. A heather gray zip up sweatshirt with a Heather who rubs my back and can counter every triangle and turn it into a circle. I couldn't find my circle. Usually when I thought train I can Columbus, and find when it is round. This particular twilight I just kept falling off the edge of the earth and landing in Jesus, FBI, constituents, muck, finances, Mayans, aliens, homosexuality, lie detectors, dandruff, cold fingers, no sweat, no vitamin c, no protein, no water.
The Dali Llama toured the U.S. a couple years back. True story. His first stop oddly enough was my hometown of Sun Valley Idaho. HIS FIRST FUCKING STOP.
http://www.mtexpress.com/index2.php?issue_date=01-26-2005&ID=2005101054
He visited on the anniversary of 9/11.
When you're paranoid about everything and trying to find answers this type of information can really set you off. He spoke somewhere in my town. I couldn't go because I lived in L.A. at the time. A friend of mine went, and I asked him what was said. Apparently one of his main points he spoke of was to drink more water.
This stuck with me, and on the night I lost my mind I was trying to drink as much water as I could. Mind you I was shaking with fear and my chest was full of tar and anti oxygen slop. At some point I realized that I was drinking L.A. tap water and it's contents were uncertain. It surely must have been infused with mind controlling components. Well fuck, I just drank 10 glasses of water. Then I remembered hearing something about drinking too much water and drowning, so my rock, my one best bet sure thing, H20, turned against me. I moved from room to room searching for my sense. I found a spiritual revelation in my bathroom, and realized John McCain. J.M.C. J.C. was, Jesus Christ. Being the night before the election and standing behind Obama for the past two years you can imagine how it felt to find out he was most likely Satan. I woke up my sister. She tried her best to infuse me with common knowledge, and stuck up for Obama when I tried to notify her of his ties with the underworld. Well fuck, my own sister was already too far gone.
I went back to my room. There was help there. She nearly brought me back with a siege of humor and media, but then I realized my T.V. and computer were just deterrents from deep thought. I asked her to leave and scared the shit out of her with free flowing paranoid blurbs of crossing over, and the great awakening. I thought about Prop 8 and, Children of Men and sooner or later everyone would be gay and stop procreating, and we would all be fucked praying for protection of the youngest innocent on earth.
She left, I was alone. I nearly "crossed over" not to death, but the 6th dimension. You know, the dimension where you see yourself as just patterned random acting nuclei and atoms, and you're able to just jump willy nilly to every possible infinite outcome of your life. Like a chose your own adventure. Well I didn't cross over. Instead I called the house phone of a friend of mines in Idaho and woke his parents up. I told them I was losing my mind and needed to talk to Mikey. She told me to drink water, vitamin c, and eat some protein. She woke up Mikey who I hoped would be my saving grace. I told him about my thoughts on Obama. How he was the greatest snake oil salesman of all time, and how he tricked everyone into loving him with his shit eating grin, and cool head. How the bible spoke of this great dupe and how we would all suffer from his reign and how at the end of his time in office, 2012. The Mayan calendar would expire and we would all be fucked. My friend Mikey, who is very knowledgeable, and generally very good at talking me down said, " maybe he is man." Well. We talked for a bit more and then I hung up. I continued to unravel in my bed flipping over my pillows to the cool side and writhing in my sheets until at some point I fell asleep.
I woke up around ten a.m. Still unclear. I drove to the polling center in my neighborhood and cast my vote. I had thrown out all reason the night before. I seriously could have been committed to an institution. Now I didn't mention it early, but this was all brought on because I ate a cookie chalk full of weed. I don't often, if ever, smoke weed. If I had not been hungry and if the cookie hadn't looked particularly delectable I wouldn't have touched it. This surely will be the last time I do eat THC. I did vote for Obama, and I know he will be a great leader. I just happen to have lost my shit the night before.
The Dali Llama toured the U.S. a couple years back. True story. His first stop oddly enough was my hometown of Sun Valley Idaho. HIS FIRST FUCKING STOP.
http://www.mtexpress.com/index2.php?issue_date=01-26-2005&ID=2005101054
He visited on the anniversary of 9/11.
When you're paranoid about everything and trying to find answers this type of information can really set you off. He spoke somewhere in my town. I couldn't go because I lived in L.A. at the time. A friend of mine went, and I asked him what was said. Apparently one of his main points he spoke of was to drink more water.
This stuck with me, and on the night I lost my mind I was trying to drink as much water as I could. Mind you I was shaking with fear and my chest was full of tar and anti oxygen slop. At some point I realized that I was drinking L.A. tap water and it's contents were uncertain. It surely must have been infused with mind controlling components. Well fuck, I just drank 10 glasses of water. Then I remembered hearing something about drinking too much water and drowning, so my rock, my one best bet sure thing, H20, turned against me. I moved from room to room searching for my sense. I found a spiritual revelation in my bathroom, and realized John McCain. J.M.C. J.C. was, Jesus Christ. Being the night before the election and standing behind Obama for the past two years you can imagine how it felt to find out he was most likely Satan. I woke up my sister. She tried her best to infuse me with common knowledge, and stuck up for Obama when I tried to notify her of his ties with the underworld. Well fuck, my own sister was already too far gone.
I went back to my room. There was help there. She nearly brought me back with a siege of humor and media, but then I realized my T.V. and computer were just deterrents from deep thought. I asked her to leave and scared the shit out of her with free flowing paranoid blurbs of crossing over, and the great awakening. I thought about Prop 8 and, Children of Men and sooner or later everyone would be gay and stop procreating, and we would all be fucked praying for protection of the youngest innocent on earth.
She left, I was alone. I nearly "crossed over" not to death, but the 6th dimension. You know, the dimension where you see yourself as just patterned random acting nuclei and atoms, and you're able to just jump willy nilly to every possible infinite outcome of your life. Like a chose your own adventure. Well I didn't cross over. Instead I called the house phone of a friend of mines in Idaho and woke his parents up. I told them I was losing my mind and needed to talk to Mikey. She told me to drink water, vitamin c, and eat some protein. She woke up Mikey who I hoped would be my saving grace. I told him about my thoughts on Obama. How he was the greatest snake oil salesman of all time, and how he tricked everyone into loving him with his shit eating grin, and cool head. How the bible spoke of this great dupe and how we would all suffer from his reign and how at the end of his time in office, 2012. The Mayan calendar would expire and we would all be fucked. My friend Mikey, who is very knowledgeable, and generally very good at talking me down said, " maybe he is man." Well. We talked for a bit more and then I hung up. I continued to unravel in my bed flipping over my pillows to the cool side and writhing in my sheets until at some point I fell asleep.
I woke up around ten a.m. Still unclear. I drove to the polling center in my neighborhood and cast my vote. I had thrown out all reason the night before. I seriously could have been committed to an institution. Now I didn't mention it early, but this was all brought on because I ate a cookie chalk full of weed. I don't often, if ever, smoke weed. If I had not been hungry and if the cookie hadn't looked particularly delectable I wouldn't have touched it. This surely will be the last time I do eat THC. I did vote for Obama, and I know he will be a great leader. I just happen to have lost my shit the night before.