Jim Morrison said; “I believe in, especially activities that seem to have no meaning…that has always seem to me like the road to freedom”.. Am i the only one who understand and agree with that statement..?
I mean, doing stuff that has no rational meaning or purpose – like making a prayer – that is how you get that REAL FAT SLACK! To just have that extreme will to be weird, and do stuff that seem meaningless..
Everything that’s meaningless makes so much more SENSE – it’s beyond the comprehension which the con can achieve in it’s pea-brain – TO DO SOMETHING POINTLESS, MEANINGLESS, IS THE ROAD TOWARDS FREEDOM!
Do more meaningless stuff – like, in that old song; “Dance around in your bones” – LINK TO SONG BENEATH, the TOM WAITS VERSION, but it’s really a much older song– heck, i link to both, the oldest first:
OR– OR, just check this clip of IKA dancing:
To do something that DON’T MAKE ANY SENSE – that’s the road towards FREEDOM – like making a PRAYER (like i’ve already covered several times in this Blog – to pray like the old American Indians, of the old tribes..)
To do something without fulfilling anything, just DO IT ANYWAY, even though it’s without ANY DAMN MEANING! Like it doesn’t fulfill any real purpose it’s just something of unbridled enthusiasm, to BE WEIRD, DO WEIRD, absurd – like a perception of reality being like an abstract notion of life and the world and EVERYTHING…like ACID/SHROOMS, like DOING JUST WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANNA– KILL THE FATHER FUCK THE MOTHER!
To break on through to the other side, and take that trip – over to the other side; TOTAL FREEDOM TO SLACK! To slack, to love, to dance (shapeless, in your bones), to get REAL FUNKY AND WEIRD AND FREE, and LEAVE THE CON BEHIND to rather venture beyond that MEAGER AND DEPRIVED WORLD OF LOST SLACK, OF ANTI-SLACK – the world of the conspiracydupes, where SLACK & SHROOMS & LSD IS ALL STUFF COVERED BY TABOO..
To lose the CON, lose the MAELSTROM – find a way BEYOND, where there’s A FUNKY AURA OF PECULIAR-PEACE OF A MIND GOING SUPER-MYOPIA, SLACKED-TO-THE-MAX, CHILDREN! And all is safe, sound, funky and reality gives you SLACK, IN YOUR OWN LITTLE, SWEET SUBSITENCE – and everything feels just RIGHT! The other side, a REFUGE FROM THE MAELSTROM, another world: NATURE’S UNGOVERNED PARADISE LOST! A world where the eccentric can find that true SOLACE!
MYOPIA; as i’ve talked about quite a lot – is the thing you want, what you should train your mind to – and which smoking frop can help induce – when you live in a TINY–YET PERFECTLY-SLACKED AND WONDERFUL–SUBSISTENCE…
FIND THE WAY TO ACHIEVE MENTAL MYOPIA! TAKE THE TRIP, KILL THE FATHER FUCK THE MOTHER, don’t waste away in a dead-end job in a downwards-spiral of SLACKLESSNESS – REPENT AND QUIT YOUR JOB, and free YOUR SOUL, YOUR MIND! If you free your mind your ass will follow – and that actually leads SOMEWHERE…