I though you might be the people to appriciate this little text.
Also, I would like to say that psychedelic drugs are a way to find Illumination and reach Eris's embrace. If you dare or if you think it might be the way for you, don't hesitate.
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I feel like color.
I see like a snake.
I am a black man.
Rainbows everywhere.
This is what life is really supposed to be.
Slowly rocking my head back and forth to the music.
It is what feels good.
I am a whale, floating in an ocean.
On the ocean that is life.
No time to care about mundande things.
Life is worth living.
No fascist society.
Just mellow.
Reality truly is perspective.
You should see that now.
It is there before your noses.
Life is not about money or jobs.
Life is not about doing what everyone else is doing.
This is life.
This is not your life.
It is true life.
Natural, pure, life.
Peace and flowers, as they once said.
But the flowers burnt to the ground, and the cities built on top of them.
But where are we now?
On path to doom.
Your life is a lie.
Everything is a lie. It is also true.
In time, you will see.
Peace and drugs, peace and drugs.
Eternal flower power of the stillfull mind.
Butterflies.
Your were wrong. I knew it all the time, and now it is here, right in my face, telling me I was right.
I would like to say: "I told you so." But it seems worthless. You will not listen until it is to late.
You should have listened to the prophets of days yore.
Glory to the 60s, and eternal flower power. Eternal flower power, and eternal peace to all minds.
I am a black man, floating on a sea of mists.
Rainbows everwhere.
Rainbows... mellow... love...
Love embraces me. I am accepted.
Society was wrong.
I know it now.
Do you?
This is how life was designed. To see how you throw it away, day after day... It saddens me much.
I know you will laugh, I know I will cry, but one day, one time, one age, when the stars are right, you will understand, and you will see.
You should've listened to the prophets of times yore.
Colors are life. Life are made of colors.
Psychedelics are the secrets of the mind. The true mind, not the one you are used to.
Everyone should do drugs. The world would be better.
Secrets of the hidden butterfly mind to everyone.
Eris, God, Buddha, call it whatever you want, it will be there, waiting around the corner for you, just waiting, with flowers in baskets.
You are not forgiven for your sins, for you were never judged.
Live as you will, but do not hurt the life of others.
Only when we let go of all regulations and rules, taboos and convictions, outlines of our perfect lives, can we truly understand the meaning of life.
Eris, or Buddha, or what you chose to name it.
It is not a concept or person, not a thing, nor a force, it is a place. Not a place in space, but a place outside of reality, a place reachable by the mystics. This place is the meaning.
What is the question? Ask yourselves this.
But what is the answer? Do not ask yourselves, do not allow yourselves to do so, for that is not meant to be known.
Eternal flowerpower of the exentric mind.
Eternal psychedelics of the dancing mind.
Let it in, let it flow through you, taste it, allow it to be you, and allow yourselves to be it. Only then.
Do not forsake strangers, do not forget friends, and love all and allow all to love.
Forever shall this be.
This is the truth, as I know it. This is not your truth. This is not The Truth. There is no real truth, and a truth do not exist, for it is not real, nor is it the truth.
Allow the soul to understand, do not let the mind understand, for it can never understand, for it is never.
Do not seek acceptence, yet give acceptence to all and everyone.
Tolerate nothing, allow all, love.
There is no sanity, there is no insane man, only the excentric, who is the true master of all, and all is the master of him.
Logic is a fraud. Beware of it.
Normality is not. You know this. Love this little truth.
Change for the sake of change is still change, perhaps for the better, maybe not, but in the end, change is change, and static does not exist, for all things must change. Accept this truth, and love it, if you will.
The alternative is not alternative if it becomes the norm, then it is the norm, as much as any thing can be the norm, and it is not an alterantive, but alternatives exist. Do not allow yourself to yade in this.
Accept every truth, love every lie, laugh at the serious, respect the unserious.
Seek understanding in all, yet do not ask for it.
One flower replaces the other, and the other is replace by one flower.
Eternal flower power of the spotted mind of the excentric lover of all divinity in humanity and the truth beyond the truth. This is important. Learn it by heart.
Everything is a tempest of love and hate and horror and the weird and everything.
Eternity is real. It is now.
Tell everyone of everything you know, help them to Illumination in everything.
Holy chaos on the dinner table! It is the state of the universe.
Leave your mark on the world.
Do not listen to other people, for they lie. You are your own and only truth, and you are right, and you are wrong, but you are forever.
Language is a lie. Love the lie.
The needs of the individual is the most holy and sacred and important and lovable needs, but never hurt another one.
You are a joke, you are laughable, you are hilarious even. Accept it, make a fool out of yourself once a day, for you are truly a fool.
If others do not understand, do not let them.
Love nature, yet love what people do even more, but never let people do harm, and never, ever, allow anyone to drift from chaos, for that is the primordeal essence of EVERYTHING!
Do what thou wilt, and do not hurt, shall be the whole of the law.
Listen to the profets of yore, yet add your own wisdom to theirs.
Goddess is real! You must know this, even if you do not accept this. How could she not be real, I must ask?
What is a question mark, and does it really mark all questions, and those not ever answered and not meant to be asked in the first place?
Love Goddess? Love all? Yes? No? Maybe! Truth is unreal? Real is unreal, existence is non-existence, and lies are true, and truth is a lie! You know! You?
I am real, are you, am I, is everyting?
Stop! Listen to the music, and hear it!
What does anything mean, deep down, in Eris's lap?
Is God real, if Goddess is, and what is fnord?
Fnord
Fnord
Fnord
Fnord
Fnor
Fno
Fn
F
Fuck* everything! Sex for all! Orgasm for the universe! Existencial joy!
Does time exist, and is it time? What does it mean. It doesn't
I love.
I love.
Eternal flower power of the mind.
Everything must be told as it is told, and not told as it is not told, for that is not how it is told.
Seek what you can never reach, and reach what you can never seek.
Everyone is insane, everyone is sane, everyone is excentric, and everyone is right!
The future is not. Now is only, the past may have been, but that is not now.
Do you now understand? You might, you will and you wont, all the same.
Nothing is not.
Do not seek the end, do not think of it, but when it comes, you must accept it. Do not forsake!
Every man and woman is a flower and a star, and a black man.
You can not venture where I have been, but you can go to a destination next to it, and for the sake of all that is and all that is not, for nothing is really, you must go of on a journey, for otherwise you are stranded forever.
This is the drugs talking, but we are not our own, we are a part of you and me and everything, and we speak to all who will listen, so listen!
Do not think twice, do not think once, do not think, but think very hard.
This is serious, as serious ever gets. Remember, laugh if you will, but do not forsake and disregard, and never, ever, allow yourself to forget.
No more, yet more will come, and listen.
*I meant fuck in the literal sense of the word, that is: "Go have sex with something".
__________
If you find a meaning in any of this that you feel is important, it prolly is what I meant, and even if it isn't, then it is a truth of your own to care for and nurture.
Peace and drugs.
Also, I would like to say that psychedelic drugs are a way to find Illumination and reach Eris's embrace. If you dare or if you think it might be the way for you, don't hesitate.
_____________
I feel like color.
I see like a snake.
I am a black man.
Rainbows everywhere.
This is what life is really supposed to be.
Slowly rocking my head back and forth to the music.
It is what feels good.
I am a whale, floating in an ocean.
On the ocean that is life.
No time to care about mundande things.
Life is worth living.
No fascist society.
Just mellow.
Reality truly is perspective.
You should see that now.
It is there before your noses.
Life is not about money or jobs.
Life is not about doing what everyone else is doing.
This is life.
This is not your life.
It is true life.
Natural, pure, life.
Peace and flowers, as they once said.
But the flowers burnt to the ground, and the cities built on top of them.
But where are we now?
On path to doom.
Your life is a lie.
Everything is a lie. It is also true.
In time, you will see.
Peace and drugs, peace and drugs.
Eternal flower power of the stillfull mind.
Butterflies.
Your were wrong. I knew it all the time, and now it is here, right in my face, telling me I was right.
I would like to say: "I told you so." But it seems worthless. You will not listen until it is to late.
You should have listened to the prophets of days yore.
Glory to the 60s, and eternal flower power. Eternal flower power, and eternal peace to all minds.
I am a black man, floating on a sea of mists.
Rainbows everwhere.
Rainbows... mellow... love...
Love embraces me. I am accepted.
Society was wrong.
I know it now.
Do you?
This is how life was designed. To see how you throw it away, day after day... It saddens me much.
I know you will laugh, I know I will cry, but one day, one time, one age, when the stars are right, you will understand, and you will see.
You should've listened to the prophets of times yore.
Colors are life. Life are made of colors.
Psychedelics are the secrets of the mind. The true mind, not the one you are used to.
Everyone should do drugs. The world would be better.
Secrets of the hidden butterfly mind to everyone.
Eris, God, Buddha, call it whatever you want, it will be there, waiting around the corner for you, just waiting, with flowers in baskets.
You are not forgiven for your sins, for you were never judged.
Live as you will, but do not hurt the life of others.
Only when we let go of all regulations and rules, taboos and convictions, outlines of our perfect lives, can we truly understand the meaning of life.
Eris, or Buddha, or what you chose to name it.
It is not a concept or person, not a thing, nor a force, it is a place. Not a place in space, but a place outside of reality, a place reachable by the mystics. This place is the meaning.
What is the question? Ask yourselves this.
But what is the answer? Do not ask yourselves, do not allow yourselves to do so, for that is not meant to be known.
Eternal flowerpower of the exentric mind.
Eternal psychedelics of the dancing mind.
Let it in, let it flow through you, taste it, allow it to be you, and allow yourselves to be it. Only then.
Do not forsake strangers, do not forget friends, and love all and allow all to love.
Forever shall this be.
This is the truth, as I know it. This is not your truth. This is not The Truth. There is no real truth, and a truth do not exist, for it is not real, nor is it the truth.
Allow the soul to understand, do not let the mind understand, for it can never understand, for it is never.
Do not seek acceptence, yet give acceptence to all and everyone.
Tolerate nothing, allow all, love.
There is no sanity, there is no insane man, only the excentric, who is the true master of all, and all is the master of him.
Logic is a fraud. Beware of it.
Normality is not. You know this. Love this little truth.
Change for the sake of change is still change, perhaps for the better, maybe not, but in the end, change is change, and static does not exist, for all things must change. Accept this truth, and love it, if you will.
The alternative is not alternative if it becomes the norm, then it is the norm, as much as any thing can be the norm, and it is not an alterantive, but alternatives exist. Do not allow yourself to yade in this.
Accept every truth, love every lie, laugh at the serious, respect the unserious.
Seek understanding in all, yet do not ask for it.
One flower replaces the other, and the other is replace by one flower.
Eternal flower power of the spotted mind of the excentric lover of all divinity in humanity and the truth beyond the truth. This is important. Learn it by heart.
Everything is a tempest of love and hate and horror and the weird and everything.
Eternity is real. It is now.
Tell everyone of everything you know, help them to Illumination in everything.
Holy chaos on the dinner table! It is the state of the universe.
Leave your mark on the world.
Do not listen to other people, for they lie. You are your own and only truth, and you are right, and you are wrong, but you are forever.
Language is a lie. Love the lie.
The needs of the individual is the most holy and sacred and important and lovable needs, but never hurt another one.
You are a joke, you are laughable, you are hilarious even. Accept it, make a fool out of yourself once a day, for you are truly a fool.
If others do not understand, do not let them.
Love nature, yet love what people do even more, but never let people do harm, and never, ever, allow anyone to drift from chaos, for that is the primordeal essence of EVERYTHING!
Do what thou wilt, and do not hurt, shall be the whole of the law.
Listen to the profets of yore, yet add your own wisdom to theirs.
Goddess is real! You must know this, even if you do not accept this. How could she not be real, I must ask?
What is a question mark, and does it really mark all questions, and those not ever answered and not meant to be asked in the first place?
Love Goddess? Love all? Yes? No? Maybe! Truth is unreal? Real is unreal, existence is non-existence, and lies are true, and truth is a lie! You know! You?
I am real, are you, am I, is everyting?
Stop! Listen to the music, and hear it!
What does anything mean, deep down, in Eris's lap?
Is God real, if Goddess is, and what is fnord?
Fnord
Fnord
Fnord
Fnord
Fnor
Fno
Fn
F
Fuck* everything! Sex for all! Orgasm for the universe! Existencial joy!
Does time exist, and is it time? What does it mean. It doesn't
I love.
I love.
Eternal flower power of the mind.
Everything must be told as it is told, and not told as it is not told, for that is not how it is told.
Seek what you can never reach, and reach what you can never seek.
Everyone is insane, everyone is sane, everyone is excentric, and everyone is right!
The future is not. Now is only, the past may have been, but that is not now.
Do you now understand? You might, you will and you wont, all the same.
Nothing is not.
Do not seek the end, do not think of it, but when it comes, you must accept it. Do not forsake!
Every man and woman is a flower and a star, and a black man.
You can not venture where I have been, but you can go to a destination next to it, and for the sake of all that is and all that is not, for nothing is really, you must go of on a journey, for otherwise you are stranded forever.
This is the drugs talking, but we are not our own, we are a part of you and me and everything, and we speak to all who will listen, so listen!
Do not think twice, do not think once, do not think, but think very hard.
This is serious, as serious ever gets. Remember, laugh if you will, but do not forsake and disregard, and never, ever, allow yourself to forget.
No more, yet more will come, and listen.
*I meant fuck in the literal sense of the word, that is: "Go have sex with something".
__________
If you find a meaning in any of this that you feel is important, it prolly is what I meant, and even if it isn't, then it is a truth of your own to care for and nurture.
Peace and drugs.