Samadhi
Bluelight Crew
I wrote this on the 15.01.1999...quite a momentous day of self realisation...it might seem a little enigmatic, but see what you think...
Ode to the scattered.
How can one describe scatterdom to someone who has never been scattered before?
Can it be described as having a million thoughts racing through your head in one second
-the result being that what comes out of your mouth is actually one jumbled, garbled mass of crap that doesn't even vaguely resemble coherent language...
Can it be described as wanting to do a million things at one time
-the result being that you float from the loungeroom to the kitchen for a glass of pine-lime cordial and come back with a mosquito coil and insect repellant? You knew exactly why you had them in your hand
...until someone actually asked you...
Or can it be described as being hurtled into a parallel dimension
-the result being that you are suddenly detached from your current timeline, looking down at your messy, brain-omletted self, wondering why the hell two plus two suddenly equals five, all the while resisting the urge to reduce to a little white flame about to go "pfft"
...and oh, aren't they pretty pink elephants getting out of that taxi?
Overwhelmingly, you "just don't know"...
Well kids, the key to understanding that enigmatic state known as scatterdom is
: To NOT overanalyse it, just go with it.
: Surround yourself with true friends who know your scattered little ways and love you for it.
: Speak mountainous amounts of nothingtalk until you spiral slowly into a totally sweet oblivion of drugged slumber...
------------------
when your fun becomes your reality...what do you do for fun???
Ode to the scattered.
How can one describe scatterdom to someone who has never been scattered before?
Can it be described as having a million thoughts racing through your head in one second
-the result being that what comes out of your mouth is actually one jumbled, garbled mass of crap that doesn't even vaguely resemble coherent language...
Can it be described as wanting to do a million things at one time
-the result being that you float from the loungeroom to the kitchen for a glass of pine-lime cordial and come back with a mosquito coil and insect repellant? You knew exactly why you had them in your hand
...until someone actually asked you...
Or can it be described as being hurtled into a parallel dimension
-the result being that you are suddenly detached from your current timeline, looking down at your messy, brain-omletted self, wondering why the hell two plus two suddenly equals five, all the while resisting the urge to reduce to a little white flame about to go "pfft"
...and oh, aren't they pretty pink elephants getting out of that taxi?
Overwhelmingly, you "just don't know"...
Well kids, the key to understanding that enigmatic state known as scatterdom is
: To NOT overanalyse it, just go with it.
: Surround yourself with true friends who know your scattered little ways and love you for it.
: Speak mountainous amounts of nothingtalk until you spiral slowly into a totally sweet oblivion of drugged slumber...
------------------
when your fun becomes your reality...what do you do for fun???
Last edited:
