Free Thought, Free Flow

[IJesusChrist]

I can't remember the exact name of what the writing type is called, but lets do it:

Oh, I think its just called train of thought writing. You write exactly what you think. Exactly. I'll start off with a short one, Please - be longer than me.


Well my dad just called and I am to wonder on over to his house, I don't know what we'll do for the day. Maybe fish. Fuck I broke my pole yesterday thats gay why did i break it the fucking i broke two like that. shower n go or coffee n go I dont know what to write. why am I worried about writing. I am thinking not writing. why did my ma just bolt through the house? time to be gone for the weekend now from the internetz k bai goys.

 

[Psychoid]

Damn I love Boards of Canada, really, they're awesome. At the moment I want to go smoke some hashish to enjoy it more, but before I have to go pay Rogers. Fuck Rogers, they are shitty annoying scammers.

Sixtyniner

 

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boards of canada makes me have eargasms

 

[Arcticpheonix]

Man I really want to go smoke some MJ, but I should probably get some school work done, and I need supper at some point. Wow pendulum makes trippy music. I should really listen to this next time I trip on something. Would probably send me right into fucking space. Wow I realyl am hungry, but yet I'm sitting here typing this thing and listening to music. I waste far to much time doing stupid things. what if the world really does end in 2012. We'd all be fucked....Maybe I'll go smoke some then do some school work. It worked for me all through highschool. And there is that picture I'm working on...First thing first, I gotta get some food. I wonder if I should say goodbye at the end of a post like this...I don't usually say it anyways, ah fuckit GOODBYE EVERYBODY!!! I'll be back!

 

[IJesusChrist]

Waiting for a friend to go paint i dont know where he is. I hate his new girlfriend. not personally, but what she makes him do. he just follows her around basically, or she just follows him idk. succubus, ahahaha that was funny when I first heard it, now its serious. i bet right now hes just talking to her about something stupid she wants to know god i wonder if they will fight when they get older, i hope they dont have a kid ill never see my friend again. fuck its probably going to go down like that. condom broke. she wont say anything. stuck. forever. fuck fuck fuck. i cant do anything. shes nice. but shes a succubus. maybe im jealous? no. no. yeah.

the terrarium will be hard, hey thats an idea ill take pics of my terrarium to show to the people on here. maybe someone else does that kinda stuff. infact im sure most of these guys have gardens. I want a greenhouse. a lush, full greenhouse. i wonder. yeah i can get the water pump in easy. maybe the plastic idea maybe not. I'd like to write on this thread when I'm high, and read my sober posts when I'm high. Then do vice versa when sober.

 

[mrvitorsky]

Why cant I sleep. What did I do. Why is my head so tired and blank right now. Why did I cut my hair into a mohawk. Why do I only ask questions with a period.

 

[IJesusChrist]

I want to explain something deep in my head. So deep those who touch laugh for attempting. I want to paint you a picture: it is far, far away.

Look into the core, the very fundamental middle of what I call the factory. It is large, expansive. You cannot see any walls, except for the bottom and presumably the middle of the factory. There is only a small cylinder of light, yet it is a cone. What shines out of the light is what builds me, and creates this. This being everything from green to black. And those inbetween.

Grasp this knowledge now - it is exactly what you need. The middle is a-buzz, a-hum with an ever lasting process. It will never cease, and its beginning are unimaginable. It lives, but is inanimate. I want you to understand. I really want you to feel.

As you stare and listen, all of your senses begin. New feelings arise, and you feel a cold-warmth prickling your front. The thought of radiation enters your miind, and you quickly disperse into your origins. Nothing is left constructed, you are perfect entropy. You occupy everywhere and everything. You understand, but its no longer possible. This is all for your avatar MrVitorsky

 

[ochho]

What is IJC trying to tell us? I can't understand.. maybe it's the 1/4 of rum bottle I just drank.. why did I drink it? Go figure..it was there, and me staring at it..decided to drink it. Maybe it's because now I can throw it, and don't have to pack it (I am moving apartments tomorrow morning). Damnit, shouldn't have drank it.. I'm quite tipsy.. makes this whole moving thing abit harder..

PINK FLOYD IS AMAZING..they make me almost cry.

 

[mrvitorsky]

IJC I think I get what your saying but I to cant explain It and people might as well laugh for me trying to touch It.

Collective consciousness maybe. The first word spoken maybe. Satanam, Om. It snaps in the center of your mind, Crackling thru barrier after barrier. Trying to say something that means everything. Is It a muse, Is it Gabriel, Is it the scientific base of all reality. All I know is some times I can hear the voice so clearly screech single words in my ear and inspiration comes from that.

 

[IJesusChrist]

It and people might as well laugh for me trying to touch It.

It is a pure construct of my imagination. I just wanted to paint a picture, for you. My words, your brush, same feeling..