i know seeing is beleiving. but how probable is it we actually exist? also how possible is it for all of this to be in that space. how physically possible is it that even that space can exist? if it does whats outside of this space?
-------------------- its that bitter-sweet-sour, electric-smooth-twang. everything you ever have, are. or will feel along with every emotion, joy, hate, love, fear or aspiration burning down your nerves and into the fabric of your place in this existence at ten thousand degrees above and below zero will you find yourself wondering if you've been dead or alive this whole time. being born over and over only to die over and over hoping the wheel stops in the same place it started when you spun it, and when it finally does and you can step back and take a nice deep breath you realize how beautiful life is, remember, wake up to the most beautiful day of your life every single day, its just the way.
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alright thank you i guess i am real. i just looked googled that and...
i had this acid trip where i was high on over 25 doses. about 2-3hours, maybe 4 or 5 idk i was in the middle of the city in this 3 story parking garage made out of i-beams, no walls or roof, i was in the bottom of it spinning in circles, like balancing on one foot spinning at least whne i came back thats what i was doing. the way i came back is more important. i was coming through the blue/green/mostly gray haze, seeing first all the lights of the city through the haze still not knowing whats going on. then the city started slipping throuhg in spots, still going back from the haze, to the lights to the city back to only haze, then the haze took over but my mind ws still there, it was the first thing to come back. at one point every sense was this haze. anyways once i steadily had my brain back the first thoughts throuhg my mind were this.
i think, i think, i think im a thought, i think im a think a thought. i think im a thought, im a thought, im only a thought, i think i think i thought. i think i thought, i think i thought i was a thought, i think i thought i thunk i was a thoght, i think im a thought! i thunk! i think!, if i think im a thought that means i thunk something, if i can think something i must be real! then shortly after the rest of my senses returned slowly.
-------------------- its that bitter-sweet-sour, electric-smooth-twang. everything you ever have, are. or will feel along with every emotion, joy, hate, love, fear or aspiration burning down your nerves and into the fabric of your place in this existence at ten thousand degrees above and below zero will you find yourself wondering if you've been dead or alive this whole time. being born over and over only to die over and over hoping the wheel stops in the same place it started when you spun it, and when it finally does and you can step back and take a nice deep breath you realize how beautiful life is, remember, wake up to the most beautiful day of your life every single day, its just the way.
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