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bluegirl

bluegirl

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I have always existed
And today has never happened
I am waking for the first time
But I've been here before.
When I enter, I am outside
Falling towards the surface
Stepping through the mirror
I return from where I began.
Remembered into existence
Believed into extinction
The future goes in both directions
And the moment's already past.
This is connecting without touching
This is living without existing.
i wrote this poem in an attempt to capture some of the experiences i go through with nitrous (duh!). i have a pretty intense time on bulbs - i can identify three distinct phases that i go through - the "just below the surface" phase, the "transported to another place/is this a dream or is reality the dream" phase and the "abstract" phase. the poem sort of encapsulates the first two phases for me - and in re-reading the poem, it also reminds me of the matrix (i saw that movie again last night for the first time in ages - but i wrote the poem a few days ago before seeing the movie!).
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the girl with kaleidoscope eyes
 
The matrix is about ACID!
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If you ever find yourself doing acid one day, then do some nitrus... let all things be revealed, then reeled back into obscurity. It's awesome
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The only reason I say the Matrix is subtly about acid is becuse it's loosely based on Alice in Wonderland and ideas inspired from that book. That and I watched the matrix while on acid without sound once. We put on the subtitles and it was amazing what you can get from the words without human emphasis. hehehe.
Nice writing.
Pyro
 
actually pyro, that was me a few weekends ago - some VERY nice acid, some VERY nice pot and bulbs (please sir, can i have some more?) i felt as though i was falling backwards down the rabbit hole, but at the same time as i was falling back i was also falling towards the surface. as i fell back (ummm it was this distinct physical sensation of plumeting backwards through space - not at all scarey) i would try to (mentally) grasp and hold onto the last 'block' of reality/consciousness that i was aware of. but as i continued to fall back, it would become harder and harder to maintain my grip on that particular block of consciousness so i'd eventually have to let go and grasp onto the next block that came my way - ad infinitum. another way of thinking about it is that these 'blocks of consciousness' were the last reference points i had with reality and in my life.
errrr- maybe this should have gone in the other drugs or trip report section - but it really does relate to my poem!!!
bk
ps i actually think the matrix is just a cinematic interpretation of marx's views on ideology and false consciousness (but we won't go there coz it always ends in tears!)
 
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