elofer
Rising Star
under a tree on a misty night SWIM had a large bong hit of spice on salvia...SWIM had no clue of millagram reference.. SWIM passes pire to brother, sky is folded in on itself in circular pulsing vortexes. the tree fractally stretches out of existence . a sound seemed to be tearing SWIM appart. then SWIM'S eyes don't work, but SWIM can still see in a way, if flowing with a river of intensly colorful light is a way of seeing.
The liquid light had a feel that was increadibly feminine and sensual and very much alive and aware of SWIM'S presence , SWIM accepted the river and felt such extasy and pain with the flowing that SWIM thought in the back of his mind that SWIM had actually died. Then there was an increadibly loud pulsing sound that seemed to be comming from a bright white light..SWIM actually thought that a hellicopter was hovering just over the trees, and SWIM experienced visually all the modes of control that we accept as a society, and the vision feels like icy talons.
meanwhile back on the grassy knoll SWIMS body has rolled down the little hill under the tree, leaving the impressions of several slugs and goat turds on SWIMS pants and sweater. SWIM doesn't care though, the cold wet grass feels every bit as good as a warm bed. and the hellicopter went away..leaving a feeling of slight paranioa, of something that actually does exist...what SWIM did on the little hill under the beautiful tree, almost as a form of worship to this unbelievable godess we call our home planet..was TECHNICLY something wrong to do.
And its kinda weird but after seeing 'god' and becomeing one with that, SWIM isn't inclined to go dooor to door to 'convert' others, nor to perform cultural genocide on those who have't had the experience. So SWIM thinks on the WHY of these things...and if those who preach salvation or endless torment had even once experienced what SWIM did.. the world would be a very very diferent place.
If love was the ultimate solvent then SWIM was washed away in a river of it.
The liquid light had a feel that was increadibly feminine and sensual and very much alive and aware of SWIM'S presence , SWIM accepted the river and felt such extasy and pain with the flowing that SWIM thought in the back of his mind that SWIM had actually died. Then there was an increadibly loud pulsing sound that seemed to be comming from a bright white light..SWIM actually thought that a hellicopter was hovering just over the trees, and SWIM experienced visually all the modes of control that we accept as a society, and the vision feels like icy talons.
meanwhile back on the grassy knoll SWIMS body has rolled down the little hill under the tree, leaving the impressions of several slugs and goat turds on SWIMS pants and sweater. SWIM doesn't care though, the cold wet grass feels every bit as good as a warm bed. and the hellicopter went away..leaving a feeling of slight paranioa, of something that actually does exist...what SWIM did on the little hill under the beautiful tree, almost as a form of worship to this unbelievable godess we call our home planet..was TECHNICLY something wrong to do.
And its kinda weird but after seeing 'god' and becomeing one with that, SWIM isn't inclined to go dooor to door to 'convert' others, nor to perform cultural genocide on those who have't had the experience. So SWIM thinks on the WHY of these things...and if those who preach salvation or endless torment had even once experienced what SWIM did.. the world would be a very very diferent place.
If love was the ultimate solvent then SWIM was washed away in a river of it.