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Synesthesiac

plazma

plazma

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Location
Behind Conroy, with a Chainsaw...
Reflections flicker lightning fast
On the ceiling of the clouds above
Flashes of color, dripping wet
Splashing slow as honey among us
While the bricks bustle and chatter
Amongst their tiny crowd
The carpet ripples as I walk
Swirling around my ankles
The night glows with sound
Abuzz with the warm scent of conversation
The warm smell of smog bringing
A chocolate coated taste in the mouth
Thick and slightly muggy
Choking my tastebuds to pleasant unconcsiousness
The tiny hands of the chair on my back
Stroking, caressing, tickling
Seeing the universes in the molecules
Of the dust floating in the light
Hearing the cosmic echoes
Synesthesiac
-plaz out-
 
Glad you liked. :)
Its been FAR too long since I've tripped.
-plaz out-
And its good to see you posting more CDivinity, email me gal!
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[ 20 August 2002: Message edited by: plazma ]
 
Synesthesiac- plaz? where in gods name do you come up with these words? Do you randoml;y find a word in the dictionary?
This was a great piece as per usual, just can't get over the words you seem to come up with. Lol :)
 
^^^^^^
Tali hun, you know the term Synesthesia? which is given to the disorder where the person affected 'sees' sounds, and 'hears' colours and all that sort of stuff? Well this is the term for someone who suffers from such a disorder. :D
Now that I think about it though, you're right, I've NFI why I use these weird titles sometimes. ;)
-plaz out-
 
Nice Plazma... it brought back the experience of some 48 hours past.
That insatiable urge to jump off the edge and challenge mental comfort bettered me. I had never experienced a state of total empathy as I had then. I spent a good part of the night nursing a dieing tree. It had collapsed a week earlier, and I found myself burying it for it's own sake. It's residual energy was crying infront of me. I could feel it dieing as I sat next to it. My hands buzzing and burning from feeling what was left of a life passing. It triggered a self destruct mode within me that didn't require any physical manifestation. It was completely mental, and thus affected my perception of the clouds. Gieger Aliens, my animal guide and numerous eyes all seemed to engulf me as I just watched them in total acceptance. Not at any point in time did I feel intimidated or scared. Quite a humbling and enlightening experience. Music in any form but classical chipped away at my sanity. When listening to an orchestral piece, I became emotional to an enormous degree, experiencing everything from bliss to extreme angst all at the same time. I attempted to write as much as possible before the music stopped, but only got as far as 2 paragraphs.
I feel I should be sending this to trip reports instead hehe :)
If anything, I suppose I should be saying thanks for your words just for reminding me how valuable an experience I had. So really dude, a very sincere thankyou.
 
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