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Started by Socks, February 17, 2016, 11:12:41 PM

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i went and looked at my saved drafts for some reason and found a bunch of crazy rambling from my bath salt days.
holy shit, it almost makes me want to do it again the kind of stuff it makes me think and write.
but i also can't help but laugh at how many words i expended to describe simple notions and feelings.
i guess in the end there is doing and there is explaining, both are endless but one only feels good, the other is like some treasure you hope someone can find.

treat for you

[spoiler]And you will understand, partially, why I spent my effort and my time high, on pursuits as fantastic and bizarre as cinnamon on apple-pie. The romance and the idealist tell me yes, man, it must be done, the blunt and sober after fact call me fool who fell for the short effect. But the truth is not that simple, and holds against the frame, a canvas stretching far and wide. On which some treat the world according to pretense, living rather mute from a refrained and paralytic individuality. No. The right state is the grand one of frenzied passion, of bold ambition into zealous inspiration, that turns sudden realization in release of instant satisfaction. As wonders are created in the majesty of alternate conscience, of infinite potentiality in uncommon universal harmony. Hmm... yes, that is the place to be. Reality so strange it escapes prediction, but is familiar and repeats on end time and time again, from inception to actualization, the fundamental basis of all existence. Where chance and change give birth to purpose, forming reason and fostering meaning. That I travel across the land in search of, bounds where entirety converge, into one truth and inevitable fact. Nirvana at last, if you can reach it before they close the cap, lower the casket to its earthen floor, and never know what you missed, for a promise of some golden door. Where moss grows thick and not a sound stirs, from those who sleep below the hollow fern, snoring silently as they did in life. Asleep, and out of sight.[/spoiler]

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Sid you are just on a meme roll recently
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Socks

Quote from: infinite luxury on February 18, 2016, 01:49:39 PM
srs boyah drug posts were the best


those moody nights man, full of sentiment and passion.

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