Saturday, March 27, 2004
A letter to a shepherd from a sheep,
Dear shepherd,
It's my own sentence, and I don't know how to end it. What a ridiculous thought. The words themselves answer the question. The question contains it's own answer.
Thos of us stupid enough to ask are left staring down the revolver of a gun, cocked, loaded at our foreheads with great alimghty god at the trigger ready to blast every last one of us to smithereens! Jesus god don't let go of other people. They're all that keep you in this.
The hope that someone somewhere out there is reading this.
That's what I don't like about LSD. It makes me completely forget how incredibly awesome the world is.
It sort of focuses your attention on the real, bare survival elements of life. Knocks you down several pegs on your Mazlow Hierarchy of Needs.
The secret is not getting stuck there, on learning to take for granted things you never knew you took for granted.
Only the bravest souls should swim this deep. And I'm not one of them. I feel a bit like a reverse-coelecanth. Like I might implode at any minute. I'm just happy to say that I kissed the devil, and he's good with his tongue.
But it's a pretty loveless kiss, I'll tell you that.
Someone play me a beatles record...
-Trevor
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It's my own sentence, and I don't know how to end it. What a ridiculous thought. The words themselves answer the question. The question contains it's own answer.
Thos of us stupid enough to ask are left staring down the revolver of a gun, cocked, loaded at our foreheads with great alimghty god at the trigger ready to blast every last one of us to smithereens! Jesus god don't let go of other people. They're all that keep you in this.
The hope that someone somewhere out there is reading this.
That's what I don't like about LSD. It makes me completely forget how incredibly awesome the world is.
It sort of focuses your attention on the real, bare survival elements of life. Knocks you down several pegs on your Mazlow Hierarchy of Needs.
The secret is not getting stuck there, on learning to take for granted things you never knew you took for granted.
Only the bravest souls should swim this deep. And I'm not one of them. I feel a bit like a reverse-coelecanth. Like I might implode at any minute. I'm just happy to say that I kissed the devil, and he's good with his tongue.
But it's a pretty loveless kiss, I'll tell you that.
Someone play me a beatles record...
-Trevor
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