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As for me I am going out the the desert to meditate on your words.
MatticusMania said:That'd be a great place to do such a thing, but I wont take credit for the words, they came from the mouth/mind of Maynard James Keenan, or possibly someone else in the band Tool.
Those words being with "Today a young man on acid realized that..."
And eventually goes into this:
"Dreaming of that face again. It's bright and blue and shimmering. Grinning wide and comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes. On my back and tumbling down that hole and back again rising upand wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. In Out In Out In Out A child's rhyme stuck in my head. It said that life is but a dream. I've spent so many years in question to find I've known this all along. "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running?" Shrouding all the ground around me. Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory and blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow to pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble to see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, but the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons singing one familiar song... "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running away?" Prying open my third eye. So good to see you once again. I thought that you were hiding. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing the tail of dogma. I opened my eye and there we were. So good to see you once again I thought that you were hiding from me. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. Prying open my third eye."
Third Eye - Tool
I my boredom Ive been looking up Tool lyrics.
The intro is Bill Hicks. You should check it out. Its about how you never hear positive drug stories in the news.
Searching for a zombie apocalypse survival kit that includes waffles and scotch...
Sadly, I'm not sure there are any out there.![]()
The intro is Bill Hicks. You should check it out. Its about how you never hear positive drug stories in the news.
MatticusMania said:I know! Ive the album, and though I havent seen the actual performance, Ive read the quotations online.
I have a documentary in my netflix queue on Hicks called American: The Bill Hicks Story that I think I'll watch this weekend.
And its true, you never do hear positive drug stories in the news. Only the from the mouths of those who do them and have had them.
I witnessed the slowing vibrations of energy last weekend. And then I saw a time traveling colonial man. Ok, he wasnt time traveling, and why there was a man dressed in colonial garb on the hillside near the beach was just beyond my comprehension.
...I saw a time traveling colonial man. Ok, he wasnt time traveling, and why there was a man dressed in colonial garb on the hillside near the beach was just beyond my comprehension.
I'll give you a very logical reason...
It's California, and the percentage of odd people is much higher near the ocean.
Or...
Ask Relic. Her likes to dress up as a Civil War soldier. Maybe he has some insight on Colonial Man.
Oh, and as for positive drug stories, what about DMT + Alex Grey = Awesome.
Wow, a very rational response! I was expecting someone to say that I was hallucinating.
But he was there, and he was REAL! The sighting was corroborated by others.
We talked about him all night, and everytime he was mentioned, at least 2 or 3 heads would turn to the hillside to see if he had returned.
EricF said:Remember, I live in Cali, too. I witness similar oddities with alarming regularity.
You can write a book about the things you see in the West Hollywood Norm's.