Damn addicting!

Apricot sweet

Apricot sour

Breathed in deep

You came to devour

All of my fears

All of my cares

No where near

My swollen stare

Banished for hours

Resulting peace

Apricot sour

Apricot sweet

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This is for John. He wanted something dark and disturbing. I hope this will do.

Your galaxy would not exist without me. I passed your way a time ago and scratched an itch. My outer layer flaked off from the area I scratched and became a swirling cloud in my wake. Funny that a few billion years have gone by and life, conscious life, has taken up residence in more than one area of that swirling mess. Oh, you still think you are alone, don’t you? HA there are more life forms in just your little neighborhood than you could conceive. Read the rest of this entry…

Kind of hard to see in this crappy cell phone video but this is a nearly perfect straight line of clouds. It runs from East to West, from horizon to horizon and has been there all afternoon. I have never seen such a straight line of clouds before. Very odd looking.

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For a long time after having quit LSD I would randomly get flashbacks. They mostly manifested while looking into the blinking of a flame or the broken coloring of sand. I know, weird, but true. I used to love these little visitors. They came like a postcard from the past and brighten the day for me while I reveled in their colors and waves of chaotic energy. Sadly even the memories of these visitors are now faded in my mind’s eye. I can still describe to you what they were like but it has all the imagery of a toddler trying to describe advanced quantum physics. The premise is there but it bears no life. A caricature of a an afterthought of a grand idea, so to speak. Get it? Nah me either. It makes sense in my head but the words fail me utterly.

I might add more to this later…so stay tuned.

originally written on April 19, 2003

Did it again last night. Only three hits and I was off on an incredible journey of the mind.

Amazing to me how little it takes to send me out of reality and into a whole different thought process.

I fell in love with a streetlight outside my brother Chris’ bedroom window for a while. I vaguely remember some archaic wrestling match between him and Laura and then him and Chaun. At the time it seemed very barbaric and I remember thinking that it seemed very ‘circuit 2′. What it seems like now however, I have no idea.

Daisy was there as well but I was unable to form a coherent thought and thus was unable to communicate anything more intelligent than ‘I am so high’ or some other such phrase. Too bad because I really enjoy talking with her; she has some great insights and experiences to share. Maybe next time. I am still astounded that she is only 19; most of the time she comes across much older. ‘Wise beyond her years’ I guess would be an appropriate description.

Whatever. Just rambling now. Funny how my mind seems to skip gears every so often. I get on a train of thought that seems so perfectly clear to me and then all of a sudden I am no longer on the train tracks let alone being on the train. Clarity would be good right.

Ok gonna go now. Need some musical distraction or something. More later…the ‘Paul Harvey’.

originally written on July 17, 2003

Witness the insanity and terror.
Far away from anything I have ever known

I see trepidation, fear, awe, raw power coursing through virgin territories of the mind. Must confess, admit, a jealous streak at my not sharing in those feelings and all the ones I cannot even begin to imagine. Read the rest of this entry…

Thinking about evolution and the “betterment” of the human species I tend to come back to Arthur Clarke’s ideas about becoming a being of light and energy. This sort of goes along with the Stargate idea of “ascension” and I would like to think that this would be the case some day. However, I can foresee another stage in between this present stage of evolution and the one in Clarke’s imagination and the imagination of the Stargate writers of ascension: the Borg. Now hear me out on this before you start flaming me for being a “Borg Lover”.

In the Star Trek universe the Borg are all connected to each other by some form of telepathic link. In the Stargate universe there are the Replicators which are connected in somewhat the same method but with two distinct differences: they are machines, and they are connected through the “subspace” on an imagined radio frequency.

The Borg idea seems to be a more likely scenario for our own evolution than all of us turning into machines. The Borg are, with some imagination and without the telepathic link, an awful lot like an ant colony or a bee hive. Everything done is for the good of the “Collective”. Bees and ants are the same way. I can imagine an intermediary stage quite like this.