Thread: Futile explanations

psychadelic chemical and lucid dream induced. Political and philosophical writings. -

FUTILE EXPLANATIONS:


Remembering the first waves they were almost non-exsistant, filled

with anticipation, the first blurs grew into waves of my vision.

Ecstatic,

staring through the window, I would rush outside to meet myself, a complex

color of crimson. Just as the trees bow down before me, another pulsing sky

surrounds me, another psychadelic view of these passing days... I still refuse

to leave this haze.

Do you not recall the points of light that once engulfed our minds?

Do you not regret trusting these leaders to whom our heads did bind? Oh how

the ignorance of society deepens my seperation from earth. Oh im starting to

cut my ties to this world, this rope we weave at birth.

I still try to contact my former self in vein, yet lately ive started to realize

that...


Im going insane.



This doesnt bother me. I am where i wish to be, no longer human nor

tree, in this universe beyond the sea. One with all and all in one, this is so

much more then just having fun. I am out of mind and im out of hope, as

this world tumbles down this slippery slope.

So America, awaken and get out of bed. Its really time you turn

this around, so follow hoffmans footsteps and...


FEED YOUR HEAD.


- Ben Magill