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Errie step into Pyro's twisted mind of Story and Surrealism - Part 1

Pyro

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Through the carpet they crawled
What did they hope to find here in this place?
Where were they going without their 'gear'
Later, as they were dying, they realized they should have packed better.
I am one of them. I lay here now staring at the sky that has been drawn on by the setting sun. I belive that there is no way for me to continue living, this is my last goodbye. We were rushed, I don't blame anyone.... but we did forget everything before we left. Where did we think we were going, obviously without a care in the entire world.
We walked for days. We talked for ages... eventually the sun went down and it began to rain and heavy, soaking rain. We really didn't care, we just kept talking about life and love, walking this desert endlessly to our destination. The sun kept coming out... days went by. On the 7th day we thought that we were possibly going the wrong direction, then I stopped.
Where were we going?
What were we doing out here in this place where the sun always rises the same and sets letting the same clouds pour rain upon us? My friend didn't know, and had no answers but "I don't know, I remember when we left though... we just wanted to *go*"
But now where were we? At that point in time I felt the errie sensation that we were in an endless loop... a loop that everything looped except our dying.
Death is weird. It is so gradual, that if you don't struggle, it's almost an accepting occurance. My friend died a few hours ago -- he looks like he's sleeping. I can feel, as I lay here on my back amidst the cactus and the dirt that things are already begining to eat away at me. The air, the sand, the bugs and the snakes.
Life won't wait it seems, not even for death.
But there's nothing I can do, simply because we just *went*, we wanted to *go* so badly that we left everything behind, even those safty nets and of course all the food. Who needs food...
The sun begins it's final decent again behind the mountains as I shift my head to the right. It paints even deeper into the sky it's setting colors. The clouds begin to accumulate once more, they too are painted. There is a deep blue behind the orange and the red and the yellow. A very deep cutting blue that you don't see unless you stare at the clouds, and use perffrial vision to look at the sky.
I remember back when I was a kid... heh.. it was so funny. I remember laying on my back like this. I remember my mom calling my name, she was making lunch. Pyro, lunch time... I made your favorite, what are you doing outside it's getting dark... hurry up and come inside...
Now it's no longer my mother's voice... it's my grandmothers. She died when I was 12? 14?
"Pyro come inside, it's cold down there, it's getting dark... Pyro come to me"
Death is a funny thing... it's weird too. Like it's not really happening, like I'm not really here...
I'll be there in a second Nana, grandmother -- just let me say goodbye to these people first.
Pyro
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IT'S ALMOST LIKE THE FEELING THAT YOU ALWAYS JUST WANNA PACK UP AND LEAVE TH ELIFE YOUR LIVING, BUT YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T BECAUSE RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR PROBGLEMS YOUR WHOLE LIFE WILL JUST END UP IN A BIGGER DEATH OF YOURSELF.
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I WILL NOT COME OUT...
YOU MUST COME INTO ME.
 
eagerly awaiting part 2
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~*close your eyez and let it flow.
let the music enter you.
feel it as it warms your body.
fills you, covers you, is you.
now let go*~
 
this one
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IT'S ABOUT FUCKING crystalmeth
get it? no? i don't want to explain. maybe i will later.
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Pyro, seems like you are getting frustrated at the audience for not deciphering the meanings you tucked away neatly beneath the rug of words. If we hadn't discussed this piece or I hadn't seen your response, I'd actually think it's about Mushrooms and not meth.
But that's the beauty of words. When you write, you write for yourself. When you share it, those words are for others. Like a painting or a poem. If people can get a million different relations to the same one piece, more power to you. It's something you should be proud of , instead of letting it frustrate you.
THAT is the beauty of fiction/literature. Otherwise, if you wanted people to read about Meth..why not write a factual documentary on it?
Sorry if I sound so harsh. I don't mean to digress. I LOVE the piece. The imagery, the sounds, the venue, the premis is sensational, colorful, drifty and trippy. Very very enjoyable to read.
Perhaps I'm dumb, and I didn't see the "speediness" of the piece.
Much Luvs,
-Amina
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen
 
I'm really not *that* frustrated.
Pyro
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that'd be dope. that's exactly what I'm missing in my life right now. *real* conversation with *real* people about anything, things... anythings.
feel free to stop by next time you're in california...
Pyro
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Oh wow, now that you clarify that this is about meth it takes on this WHOLE new meaning.. I feel silly that I didn't catch that either, honestly. Real silly, coz there was even the food hint in there and endless talking and such... Doh.
Keep writing. I love seeing your stuff on the Words board.. I don't reply to everything coz I'd always be 'Wow..!' and it'd get redundant.
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~*~ Ashke ~*~
 
"""""Through the carpet they crawled
What did they hope to find here in this place
Where were they going without their 'gear'
Later, as they were dying, they realized they should have packed better.""
-------I've actually spilt meth on the carpet before and yelled "FREEZE" until I could pick at least SOME of it out. Absolutely no sense in wasting money.
-------The gear reference is just like any raver will tell you. You bring along toys and candy and water often times not as childish things, but things to have around during those anxious times or boring times. something to play with in your hands or something to stick into your mouth so you don't talk shit. The more you get into crystal, the less the toys become cool... but they're still necessary.
"""I am one of them. I lay here now staring at the sky that has been drawn on by the setting sun."""
------I am one of them. Err... I was... still am. whatever. So many times while on meth I've just stopped to watch the sky. laid back in the grass and enjoyed the morning. Things seemed a little more surreal sometimes, like the sky being drawn onto the sun and not the sun onto the sky. and if the sun was setting, massive bursts of energy would ensue because you are THAT much closer to the night, THAT much closer to the party. But also the sun is representing the crystal working it's way out of the system. Coming down.
""""I belive that there is no way for me to continue living, this is my last goodbye.""""
-----No way to continue living. Like for some reason THIS time the comedown is going to kill you. Wild dramatic thoughts about last goodbyes and dying friends. You're JUST coming down, why does it always seem so horrible? Think you'd be used to it by now?
""""We were rushed, I don't blame anyone.... but we did forget everything before we left. Where did we think we were going, obviously without a care in the entire world.""""
------ You're ALWAYS rushed when on crystal. No matter the situation it's just "Can we hurry up and get this done"... and at least for me, I used to always applogized cause I knew I was wrongfully rushing people, I don't blame anyone cept me
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. And fuck it, you ALWAYS forget things before you leave.. ALWAYS, and it's fucking annoying. And really, you couldn't care less. You'll buy a new one, pick it up later, go back RIGHT NOW and get it... or if you're running on raver time you say "fuck it" and go 110mph towards the party.
""We walked for days. We talked for ages... ---the meth is going strong
"""eventually the sun went down and it began to rain and heavy, soaking rain.
---and the meth stops working, begin to feel the comedown
"""We really didn't care, we just kept talking about life and love, walking this desert endlessly to our destination. The sun kept coming out... days went by.
---and we did more meth :P I like this particular set of hiddne meanings "did meth, meth stops working, do more meth!"
"""On the 7th day we thought that we were possibly going the wrong direction
---the 7th day is Sunday to me. Week starts on Monday, ending on sunday for any raver I think. You always question it all when you're in the thick of it, you always question wether this is the right thing to do...
"", then I stopped.
--and you always 'quit' here and there
"""Where were we going?
What were we doing out here in this place where the sun always rises the same and sets letting the same clouds pour rain upon us? My friend didn't know, and had no answers but "I don't know, I remember when we left though... we just wanted to *go*"
---yeah, it's hard to remember when it all began, and really it's best not to think about it. You learn quickly that carelessness is beauty when you're tweaking (except when it comes to self-maintenence... when YOU start degrading that is when you've lost and are weak, we never let that happen).
"""But now where were we? At that point in time I felt the errie sensation that we were in an endless loop... a loop that everything looped except our dying.
---hahahha. like we've done this before? hahahahahah.
"""Death is weird. It is so gradual, that if you don't struggle, it's almost an accepting occurance.
---don't struggle, eat some GHB, somke some pot and go to sleep. viola! no comedown!
"""My friend died a few hours ago -- he looks like he's sleeping.
---I always hated being the last one up. last one to crash. Unless I had tucked away my own little pinched stash and was going to make breakfast for everyone
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"""I can feel, as I lay here on my back amidst the cactus and the dirt that things are already begining to eat away at me. The air, the sand, the bugs and the snakes.
---you sometimes get a 'crawling' sensation on your skin after BAD meth. honestly if you get this you've either been up for a week on GOOD meth or up for one night on bad meth. that is how vast the difference is between good drug and bad drug in this case. We almost ALWAYS had A++ quality crystal. mmm.
Life won't wait it seems, not even for death.
"""But there's nothing I can do, simply because we just *went*, we wanted to *go* so badly that we left everything behind, even those safty nets and of course all the food. Who needs food...
---yeah psh, food never even crosses the mind except by accident. then you smoke some pot, take your vitamins and get some McDonalds
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"""The sun begins it's final decent again behind the mountains as I shift my head to the right.
---again with the right shifting of the head. weird.
"""It paints even deeper into the sky it's setting colors. The clouds begin to accumulate once more, they too are painted. ---simply me trying to be artistic with words. psh.
""There is a deep blue behind the orange and the red and the yellow.
---deep blue, behind orange/red/yellow... perhaps behind the skin? Behind the physical there is a deep blue?
"""A very deep cutting blue that you don't see unless you stare at the clouds, and use perffrial vision to look at the sky.
---a very deep cutting blue. still no excuse to *GO*.
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"""I remember back when I was a kid... heh.. it was so funny. I remember laying on my back like this. I remember my mom calling my name, she was making lunch. Pyro, lunch time... I made your favorite, what are you doing outside it's getting dark... hurry up and come inside...
---It always came back to my family for me... usually cause I had to come home sunday night after partying all weekend.
"""Now it's no longer my mother's voice... it's my grandmothers. She died when I was 12? 14? "Pyro come inside, it's cold down there, it's getting dark... Pyro come to me"
---this has nothing to do with speed. My grandma did die when I was 12? 14? I really don't remember... it seemed to hurt more that I knew for a very long time
"""Death is a funny thing... it's weird too. Like it's not really happening, like I'm not really here...
---no kidding
"""I'll be there in a second Nana, grandmother -- just let me say goodbye to these people first.
---in a second. that quick.
Pyro
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