“Be humble, take it the slow way.” – AND DREAM ABOUT TINY LITTLE FISHES…in search of the great, blue, metaphysical oyster with a pearl..
I can’t relate to people who contemplate about OTHER PEOPLE, like other FOES- like ME, people complain at me all the time – may it be some porn i watched, how i’m lazy disintegrated and a loser – people around here has not TRULY started their brains, to go their own way…their minds solely isolated to THEMSELVES – far away from the social COURT of people-contemplation- rather live by the surf-beating.
BUT FOR MY MONEY- ME, chooses to think about some Trees Rocks and Grass, some fancy old building, the SKY, SUN the MOON, something being appealing to me, i DAYDREAM about all sort of things–NONE OF THEM ARE OTHER HUMAN BEINGS…i’m in a psychedelic dream – my brain is ‘ON’ – i use my brain to dream about stuff and some nebula far away in space, feeding my pet cat – and SHUN THE HORDE -NOT CONTEMPLATE ABOUT THE PERSON I SHOULD HATE, like WHY should i bother myself with even looking at another person??
I transcend, i dream about the world in a haze of mystic elements of earth, space – to dream about the skies and the little flowers–EARTH, thinking about nice things in this world, not anyone-person AT ALL – JUST IN A PSYCHEDELIC DREAM-VOID, a sensual, rather wet daydream, actually, free from the progress of the con’s elements of PEOPLE– VOIDED OF THAT MIND, where-as any person is out off the picture. I touch no one, i don’t care about anyone, except maybe my family – i just dream and snooze and live WITH MY BRAIN STARTED!
I care for stuff IN MY LIFE, like some bird flying by, a campfire, cooking up some fish or beans, AT THE CAMP- some bumble bee, the flash in the frying pan, etc–NOT ABOUT ANOTHER PERSON/PERSONS – i daydream about STUFF NOT BEING OTHER PEOPLE – like who is the FOE and who is a friend of the MOB; the people – in my day-to-day i got no idea about anyone’s SOCIAL STANDING, like who i’m suppose to THINK OF
I have eradicated all such thoughts, about someone i’m suppose to know about – i dream of A CONSTANT PREMISE OF ANTHILLS..
Hate to break it to ya’ all – but life is short and we’re all gonna go the same way–TO A GRAVE – so why not make life some psychedelic dream – like, To squeeze your mind a little bit, tweak and poison it – and wake up the next day to find yourself relieved in some Zen:ful, cartoonish world, like a nymphic wonderland – they have made THAT illegal.. People are FOR REAL, SYRUP-CONNOISSEURS, FOOLS!
I mean, you ARE WHAT YOU THINK – so if you think of another person, you ARE that person, you are not you–you are not living in your own little world – BUT, YOU SHOULD LIVE IN YOUR OWN LITTLE WORLD, made from a reality where you think-up your VERY OWN REALITY!
LIKE; START YOUR BRAIN AND START LIVING! Kick out ALL OF IT, out of your mind, and dream yourself AWAY, to your own little world, by your own – START LIVING YOUR VERY OWN LIFE!