A little something I wrote under the influence

[lyXw33d]

Last night I was in the shower thinking over what others have been saying about cannabis and abstaining. At first I was overwhelmed by images of horror (meaning the negative effects it can have, the horrible conception of life sometimes possible) but then as I stepped out of my bathtub I felt inclined to write the following:

A well dressed man flaunts his saphire bath towel, neatly draped over his back.

He steps out of the chaotic encapsulation of insane clarity and beauty, pulling his foot out through a stream of water.
He recomposes himself and approaches a mirror, combing his wet hair wilst bent over the sink.

He sighs, "So that's what being "high" is like? Bathing in turpor like that? Well I'll be damned. I need real life."

And the man walks away.
Away, out of the stream, the galactic lines and fractals of universal phenomena, full of renditions of hell, pity, and sorrow.

And into the land of the normal, the mechanical, the beautiful, the immense life, but magnificent to only one man.
He lies close to the moss on the bank of the stream, and gently slips back into the pernicious abyss within.
Into the land of Godly symphonies of color, laughter, and music, with songs of devine birds, eternally honest. Awating, forever, your slightest touch,
your faintest kiss.
Only to emmerge once more, bathed in sweet nectar and wine, he walks back. He is in the real world once more, but in the transient cloud,
where he still lives in his Godly old world.

And this is what I felt myself to be, the stoned observer walking in the real world but encased in something else.

Hahaha, hope I don't sound too much like the Steppenwolf. Just trying to describe this little revelation type event I had hehe.

 

[Blowmonkey]

We have a forum for that, this has got fuck-all to do with cannabis.