|The Weekend Has Landed...
||[Mar. 3rd, 2007|08:45 pm]
The present has gone. Fantasy is a part of reality, but we take thebreaks off. We're thinking clearly, yet not thinking at all. This feelsright. We stop trying to control things; a warm rush of chemicalsthrough us. Is this brain damage? We forget all the hurt and pain inlife. We wanna go somewhere else. We're not threatened by peopleanymore. All our insecurities have evaporated. We're in the clouds now.Wide open, we're spacemen, orbiting the earth. Yea, the world looksbeautiful from here. We're nympholeptics, desiring for theunattainable. We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. Somany ideas, so little memory. The last thought killed by anticipationof the next. We embrace an overwhelming feeling of love. We flow inunison. We're together. I wish this was real. We want a universal levelof togetherness, where we're comfortable with everyone. We're inrhythym, part of the movement. We wave goodbye,. Ultimately, we justwant to be happy. -Jip's Monologue "Human Traffic"
I've been quiet. If you're not used to that by now you must be new to me ;)
I'm back. I'll tell you everything. As soon as I get stoned enough to write it all down.