i was hiding under that damnit...!!!
in the dream i was in an alternate lums...a place which was not real but felt like lums...there were these boys i didn't know...we dropped acid. it was...incredible...i know it was just a dream but i actually get high in dreams...and my dreams almost always follow me home. i could see these swirling colours in front of my eyes...in the dream...and objects that can't be explained...shapes that weren't really shapes...water colours trapped in between packets of air...somehow...untouchable but very...solid...at least they seemed so...i don't think i tried to touch them...i remember a delicate staff of some sort...unearthly...otherworldly...ancient...something out of tolkiens ass...made of a vision that i just can not explain...it's a sad thing that i can't explain anything...and then buttar turned up...i tried to behave normal...he seemed somewhat aware of the fact that i was a mutant but didn't say anything...he helped me into this room of beds and seemed a bit...put out. it was huge...it was like being in a ship...and then there were these other people...i have no idea what was happening. conversation were held...masks kept on...hushed voices talking.
then we were in some place that felt like an airport. i moved towards a table thing...and tried to gather all the blotter...it was round and pale and slowly getting covered in ink so i had to hurry. i was trying to be careful because it can get absorbed through the whatsit...a girl turned up with my mother...hastily i tried to collect the crap and put it in my pockets...but they insisted on either touching or knowing what it was...the girl had white eyes with a bit of red around the edges of an invisible iris...it reminded me of a sad supernova...(which would be a good name for a song...woohoo) so anyhoo...i got lost for a bit in the galaxy of her eyes...i have a very strong..er.. thing for eyes...they fascinate me. i woke up extremely high with bloodshot eyes...couldn't stand up...but it passed in a matter of seconds. this has been a completely useless description of an amazingly complex and nicely coloured dream.
mostly dark blue and sea green i suppose...but i can't be sure now. so anyhoo...it's been a while since i wrote what i wanted to...because there's more people now and this is usually embarassing because it seems fruity...hahaha...plus lately i've felt like i'm being...er...observed...by more people than i invited. however...long live the language of the code...so now i'll have fun and pretend i'm alone. so after all that pottyism...we get to the point...good luck to you sir...same to you.
in the words of edward the wise...let us begin.
I was at this cross roads where thickets grew near pick pocket parking lots, where happy people did not live anymore...the windows were barred, the sky devoid of stars and cobwebs comforted the wind with occasional almost phantom-like caresses....wishful seers and observers of time sat by the fire swapping stories about pennies and tear drops. the sound of distant hooves on a rainy night when the guards slept fitfully and the cat kept a watch on the slit in the door hoping against hope that those who pass her by would come and stay a while...i heard the cry of the yellowing moon and reached out to touch my friend.
from the roof of my house I saw glints of orange, like the eyes of a beast that maneuvers through shadows, in the ghettos of my mind, talks to me, asking for admittance into my domain, I forbade myself from falling prey to a prayer that would've led me here and yet here I was being led downstairs where the heat is hot and the air quite breathless. Could I just keep repeating mistakes until my mind breaks...and i don't feel tired? Short of the moisture that keeps us alive, you close your eyes, step up and dive...a splash of slavery and we're back in business. a splash too loud and we're back to square one...completely innocent...completely unevolved by the heavy hand of experience that has absolutely no tact when it comes to molding something raw. only one entity could possibly have the romantic subtlety to create another...so much in likeness and yet not at all...the much loved but too arrogant...much hated but too precious...happy in the knowledge that there is one more sky after this...and six more after that...a throne above...and my friend below...one should always keep more than one...because one has three letters to satisfy. I would ask of you to never tire of feeling a sense of comfort that these orange eyes had once stolen from you...close your eyes...take the dive...make sure the splash is loud enough...and we're back to square one. Sadly...you're still not done...in fact quite undone and ready to get back on the saddle to ride with the horsemen who disturbed your slumber on a rainy night...
Light up...orange eyes that await your kiss...orange eyes that take you away with their final blink...a very sad supernova.
Martin pale feels like he just let loose a huge fart in public and did not care.
then we were in some place that felt like an airport. i moved towards a table thing...and tried to gather all the blotter...it was round and pale and slowly getting covered in ink so i had to hurry. i was trying to be careful because it can get absorbed through the whatsit...a girl turned up with my mother...hastily i tried to collect the crap and put it in my pockets...but they insisted on either touching or knowing what it was...the girl had white eyes with a bit of red around the edges of an invisible iris...it reminded me of a sad supernova...(which would be a good name for a song...woohoo) so anyhoo...i got lost for a bit in the galaxy of her eyes...i have a very strong..er.. thing for eyes...they fascinate me. i woke up extremely high with bloodshot eyes...couldn't stand up...but it passed in a matter of seconds. this has been a completely useless description of an amazingly complex and nicely coloured dream.
mostly dark blue and sea green i suppose...but i can't be sure now. so anyhoo...it's been a while since i wrote what i wanted to...because there's more people now and this is usually embarassing because it seems fruity...hahaha...plus lately i've felt like i'm being...er...observed...by more people than i invited. however...long live the language of the code...so now i'll have fun and pretend i'm alone. so after all that pottyism...we get to the point...good luck to you sir...same to you.
in the words of edward the wise...let us begin.
I was at this cross roads where thickets grew near pick pocket parking lots, where happy people did not live anymore...the windows were barred, the sky devoid of stars and cobwebs comforted the wind with occasional almost phantom-like caresses....wishful seers and observers of time sat by the fire swapping stories about pennies and tear drops. the sound of distant hooves on a rainy night when the guards slept fitfully and the cat kept a watch on the slit in the door hoping against hope that those who pass her by would come and stay a while...i heard the cry of the yellowing moon and reached out to touch my friend.
from the roof of my house I saw glints of orange, like the eyes of a beast that maneuvers through shadows, in the ghettos of my mind, talks to me, asking for admittance into my domain, I forbade myself from falling prey to a prayer that would've led me here and yet here I was being led downstairs where the heat is hot and the air quite breathless. Could I just keep repeating mistakes until my mind breaks...and i don't feel tired? Short of the moisture that keeps us alive, you close your eyes, step up and dive...a splash of slavery and we're back in business. a splash too loud and we're back to square one...completely innocent...completely unevolved by the heavy hand of experience that has absolutely no tact when it comes to molding something raw. only one entity could possibly have the romantic subtlety to create another...so much in likeness and yet not at all...the much loved but too arrogant...much hated but too precious...happy in the knowledge that there is one more sky after this...and six more after that...a throne above...and my friend below...one should always keep more than one...because one has three letters to satisfy. I would ask of you to never tire of feeling a sense of comfort that these orange eyes had once stolen from you...close your eyes...take the dive...make sure the splash is loud enough...and we're back to square one. Sadly...you're still not done...in fact quite undone and ready to get back on the saddle to ride with the horsemen who disturbed your slumber on a rainy night...
Light up...orange eyes that await your kiss...orange eyes that take you away with their final blink...a very sad supernova.
Martin pale feels like he just let loose a huge fart in public and did not care.
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