what if your own mind took it away from you.
symbol. surf ninjas.
my magic video
nobody can question me. game knows!!
breath..
i suck in all and suck in nothing.
"perception is a mother
dont question nothing.
fuckin bitch man
feel free to question the all.
eh.. get your black ass out of
better yet don't even try it. here..i need mouth to butt
im sure your wrong. rececitation"
-Lord Vader
all wrong
all wrong all the time
all right all the time.
ok i got that part.
sheit nigga nobody
gets that part
the wood grain is maple syrup
stretched like a tie dye shirt
no...like cat eyes
the ugliest brown you ever saw
sitting there, in the dark
it must be paper thin...is this a door
from a double wide trailor?
it feels really smooth. kind of has give.
it must be thin. it is thin.
its so smooth too.
its smooth on my palms and my cheek and my ear.
what is that low sound from behind the door?
it sounds like breath?
it sounds like breath.
this door. this ugly brown trailor trash door.
has a smell! like sawdust! i want to cry on it
am i standing up leaning on this thing
or am i laying on it?
im leaning. but now im laying. the laws are my laws
with the door.
wait a god damned second this isnt even real wood
the door has a handle though! i dont care if the
wood isnt real. i love it anyway.
it. i love IT. but forget that it has a handle!
it's gold...and it's kind of cool to the touch.
it cools my sweaty hands though. wow this door.
has alot of depth. alot of things with it.
even though it looks so simple. if this doorwas
actualyrealibetnobodywouldgiveitasecondglance.
but the handle! it's gold and so simple. it has
twoscrews,oneoneachside,andalittleholeinthe
middleforareallysimplekey.isitlocked!ohshit
ohshitidontdareopenitwhatcouldbeontheotherside?
wow my words start to turn into a hum when i even
think. just barely even want to think about. what
isontheotherside.igrabthehandle.thecoldgoldhandle.
andohmygoditisntlocked.iturnit.iturnitreallyfucking
slow ok it is sm o oth a n d b r o w n andfuckidont
wanttolookatitanymorei love itbutjesusopenit!takeadeep
breathbecauseyouarefeelingtearsofjoylisteningtothat
breath.okthehandleisstillinmyhanditurnitand
i am standing in the sky
just standing
wow
imagine looking up and seeing somebody
just standing in the sky, way up in the sky.
but nobody could ever see
just me just now
wow
if i
l
o
o
k
d
o
w
n hen all i see is blue sky
t and clouds
the most beautiful clouds
that could ever exist
blue sky and clouds in all directions
forever. there is no ground. just me.
standing in the sky.
the clouds seem like giant whales
really giant whales
that have been in this attic
since the beginning of the idea
of beauty. being held in this world
because they are gods secret collection.
oh my god this is bliss.
ha ha ha oh my god this is real bliss.
but oh hey what is this, what is beauty.
how is a cloud beutiful. any more beautiful or ugly than a
pile of shit. fuck why am i even questioning it?
i felt good fuck. fuck why am i even question it?
fuck why am i even questioning it. stop it.
sto[p it LOOK AT THE FUCKING CLOUDS. LOOK HOW PRETTY THEY ARE!!
PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU CAN LOOK AT THEM AND JUST FEEL HOW PRETTY THEY
ARE...... WHY ARE YOU QUESTIONING IT?
NOW THEY ARE GONE. GOOD JOB.GOOD FUCKING JOB.
good fucking wait! just because you can't
stop your own mind from questioning it
just because you are apathetic now and standing in the sky
becomes just as mundane and taking a piss. just because..
just because just because just because just because. WHAT! SPIT IT OUT!
i cant spit it out. because right now. there is nothing to spit out. while i was experiencing
the bliss of no thought..
no thought when i typed just because over and over as fast as i could for 1.5 seconds..
i had to stop because i even questioned that.
if you hit me in the face with that big red ball over and over i can't promise that
i will love you..but that's the point. i wont even be thinking about it.
ill just be feeling nothing! thats better than love, hate, sex, crying, driving, wishing,
thinking, being, fucking ski-ing! laughing.. "i cant promise that i will love you for hitting me in the face with a big red ball"> thats just english. that sounds bad.
it isn't...it is beautiful. it is beautiful when you can't promise somebody that you will love them when they give you the bliss of being an earthworm. because part of the bliss of
being an earthworm is not knowing if you can love. you just be. a spider just be's. an angel
just be's. not us.
wait what did i just say? "it is beautiful when you can't promise somebody that you love them when they make you not think any more" wait beauty
beauty....spit it out spit it out spit it out...beauty.....beauty is in everything?
come on ryan you know its true use your mind to believe its true. figure out what that means
ryan. what that means for you when beauty is in everything. come on ryan don't let your brain tear that thought apart. dontt.. dont.DONT. BLISS IS IN TELLING YOURSELF DONT.
BLISS IS IN TELLING YOURSELF DO. i know you still want to tear what beauty is apart but dont.
just dont dotn dontbeautyisthesameasuglybeautyisthesameasanairconditionarbeautyhasnofeelingbecasuefeelings
areforchildren. FUCK IT RYAN YOU ARE HOPELESS!
no wait..holy shit
epiphany
holy shit clouds
if everything feels the same to me. then am i not in the bliss of nothingness right now?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
i want to say i feel so good right now but that would defeat the purpose
but i will say what i am feeling trumps good...it steps on good. and sacrifices it. and eats it not because that defeats good but because it lets good join its ranks as a tiny
piece of nutritious energy for the 'body'
and im doing the same for bad.
i want to say i love myself
but that would also defeat the purpose wouldntit?
-but i will say that i love myself
and tonight when i hold myself, and lay my head on my own knees
while im running my fingers through my own hair. when the one of us looks androgonous together
when i look up at my own eyes and smile,
when i hum back down my favorite childhood rhyme
'over in the meadow where the hmmmhmmm hmmmm's
lived an old little mouse and the hmmm hmmmmm hmmmm
over in the meadow where the grass is soft
and the birds are playing
and your hearing fiddlers green'
how could anybody join me here.
how could anybody but me join me here and share such a moment.
that doesn't mean that i look down on whoever cant.
instead it humbles me.
just because nobody but me could ever meet me in that moment.
doesnt mean that they are not worthy of knowing me.
does it?
my magic video
nobody can question me. game knows!!
breath..
i suck in all and suck in nothing.
"perception is a mother
dont question nothing.
fuckin bitch man
feel free to question the all.
eh.. get your black ass out of
better yet don't even try it. here..i need mouth to butt
im sure your wrong. rececitation"
-Lord Vader
all wrong
all wrong all the time
all right all the time.
ok i got that part.
sheit nigga nobody
gets that part
the wood grain is maple syrup
stretched like a tie dye shirt
no...like cat eyes
the ugliest brown you ever saw
sitting there, in the dark
it must be paper thin...is this a door
from a double wide trailor?
it feels really smooth. kind of has give.
it must be thin. it is thin.
its so smooth too.
its smooth on my palms and my cheek and my ear.
what is that low sound from behind the door?
it sounds like breath?
it sounds like breath.
this door. this ugly brown trailor trash door.
has a smell! like sawdust! i want to cry on it
am i standing up leaning on this thing
or am i laying on it?
im leaning. but now im laying. the laws are my laws
with the door.
wait a god damned second this isnt even real wood
the door has a handle though! i dont care if the
wood isnt real. i love it anyway.
it. i love IT. but forget that it has a handle!
it's gold...and it's kind of cool to the touch.
it cools my sweaty hands though. wow this door.
has alot of depth. alot of things with it.
even though it looks so simple. if this doorwas
actualyrealibetnobodywouldgiveitasecondglance.
but the handle! it's gold and so simple. it has
twoscrews,oneoneachside,andalittleholeinthe
middleforareallysimplekey.isitlocked!ohshit
ohshitidontdareopenitwhatcouldbeontheotherside?
wow my words start to turn into a hum when i even
think. just barely even want to think about. what
isontheotherside.igrabthehandle.thecoldgoldhandle.
andohmygoditisntlocked.iturnit.iturnitreallyfucking
slow ok it is sm o oth a n d b r o w n andfuckidont
wanttolookatitanymorei love itbutjesusopenit!takeadeep
breathbecauseyouarefeelingtearsofjoylisteningtothat
breath.okthehandleisstillinmyhanditurnitand
i am standing in the sky
just standing
wow
imagine looking up and seeing somebody
just standing in the sky, way up in the sky.
but nobody could ever see
just me just now
wow
if i
l
o
o
k
d
o
w
n hen all i see is blue sky
t and clouds
the most beautiful clouds
that could ever exist
blue sky and clouds in all directions
forever. there is no ground. just me.
standing in the sky.
the clouds seem like giant whales
really giant whales
that have been in this attic
since the beginning of the idea
of beauty. being held in this world
because they are gods secret collection.
oh my god this is bliss.
ha ha ha oh my god this is real bliss.
but oh hey what is this, what is beauty.
how is a cloud beutiful. any more beautiful or ugly than a
pile of shit. fuck why am i even questioning it?
i felt good fuck. fuck why am i even question it?
fuck why am i even questioning it. stop it.
sto[p it LOOK AT THE FUCKING CLOUDS. LOOK HOW PRETTY THEY ARE!!
PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU CAN LOOK AT THEM AND JUST FEEL HOW PRETTY THEY
ARE...... WHY ARE YOU QUESTIONING IT?
NOW THEY ARE GONE. GOOD JOB.GOOD FUCKING JOB.
good fucking wait! just because you can't
stop your own mind from questioning it
just because you are apathetic now and standing in the sky
becomes just as mundane and taking a piss. just because..
just because just because just because just because. WHAT! SPIT IT OUT!
i cant spit it out. because right now. there is nothing to spit out. while i was experiencing
the bliss of no thought..
no thought when i typed just because over and over as fast as i could for 1.5 seconds..
i had to stop because i even questioned that.
if you hit me in the face with that big red ball over and over i can't promise that
i will love you..but that's the point. i wont even be thinking about it.
ill just be feeling nothing! thats better than love, hate, sex, crying, driving, wishing,
thinking, being, fucking ski-ing! laughing.. "i cant promise that i will love you for hitting me in the face with a big red ball"> thats just english. that sounds bad.
it isn't...it is beautiful. it is beautiful when you can't promise somebody that you will love them when they give you the bliss of being an earthworm. because part of the bliss of
being an earthworm is not knowing if you can love. you just be. a spider just be's. an angel
just be's. not us.
wait what did i just say? "it is beautiful when you can't promise somebody that you love them when they make you not think any more" wait beauty
beauty....spit it out spit it out spit it out...beauty.....beauty is in everything?
come on ryan you know its true use your mind to believe its true. figure out what that means
ryan. what that means for you when beauty is in everything. come on ryan don't let your brain tear that thought apart. dontt.. dont.DONT. BLISS IS IN TELLING YOURSELF DONT.
BLISS IS IN TELLING YOURSELF DO. i know you still want to tear what beauty is apart but dont.
just dont dotn dontbeautyisthesameasuglybeautyisthesameasanairconditionarbeautyhasnofeelingbecasuefeelings
areforchildren. FUCK IT RYAN YOU ARE HOPELESS!
no wait..holy shit
epiphany
holy shit clouds
if everything feels the same to me. then am i not in the bliss of nothingness right now?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
i want to say i feel so good right now but that would defeat the purpose
but i will say what i am feeling trumps good...it steps on good. and sacrifices it. and eats it not because that defeats good but because it lets good join its ranks as a tiny
piece of nutritious energy for the 'body'
and im doing the same for bad.
i want to say i love myself
but that would also defeat the purpose wouldntit?
-but i will say that i love myself
and tonight when i hold myself, and lay my head on my own knees
while im running my fingers through my own hair. when the one of us looks androgonous together
when i look up at my own eyes and smile,
when i hum back down my favorite childhood rhyme
'over in the meadow where the hmmmhmmm hmmmm's
lived an old little mouse and the hmmm hmmmmm hmmmm
over in the meadow where the grass is soft
and the birds are playing
and your hearing fiddlers green'
how could anybody join me here.
how could anybody but me join me here and share such a moment.
that doesn't mean that i look down on whoever cant.
instead it humbles me.
just because nobody but me could ever meet me in that moment.
doesnt mean that they are not worthy of knowing me.
does it?