They’re everywhere, these sociopaths, these psychotics, these wax faced weirdos on some far out mental limbo. They haunt my bedroom and drink booze with me in shady bars. They smoke my weed and I share psychedelics with them in divine communions where I would otherwise slap the fools if not for those queer witching hours that draw us together. It all seems the norm. I go along with it in excitement rather than hesitation with the distant thought that i’m probably in some weird interchanging of two times progressing into a new, like a larger form of evolution. It sends chills down my spine to know that something higher is processing this change and to interfere with its wrath would be my certain slow and sorrowful crunching. Put any one of these creatures of this time back 100 years and Hemingway could have written a series of books on the adventures of their dazed minds, and I could too, but who has time to write a damn book when the eye of the hurricane is in full throttle.
These big city people are simple results of a tainted social psych of organised culture, like some terrible experiment brewed by an amateur chemist who in a brave attempt to save the world threw together each great molecule he’d ever had whispered into his ear, not realising that many years ago, they’d evolved away from each other for good reason. As a result, a new big bang is occurring. Not on the cosmic level of stars in space, but on a social level of you and I. It’s real daunting at times. It can feel like im about to be crushed by it’s full force, and then in another one of its random tandems, a gust of wind sweeps me elsewhere and i’m riding some gorgeous, newly formed wave that could easily be born, evolved, and dead within the space of a day.
As for those who stand by governments spying on our every digital action using the reasoning of, ‘if you’ve done nothing wrong, what’s to hide,’ you should check out a 19th century philosopher I found with the same thought process. Ironically, the same forces that killed this man are now further exercising his excess security measures. Adolf Hitler was his name, check out his results.
Am I the only one who needs not an iPhone to keep my eyes busy,
who chooses to see the realm of life that can’t be said,
who needs not to have a pocket full of music
to remind me I’m not dead?
Am I the only one who is sickened by the feeling
of being a simpleton lemming,
nothing more than a product of products
killing the choice of life.
(Source: somethingsignificantlyprofound, via nutopiancitizen)
My only hope is that here in the final ticking of the clock of our history, we are going to end our prodigal descent into the desert world of the ego and return with what we have learned; return with the fruits of that prodigal wondering to the larger human family that waits on us, in the rain forests, in the deserts, in the marshes, of this planet. The archaic people are waiting for us to get on the train, and then the train will be able to depart, but we have to awaken to our past before we can set a coarse toward a meaningful future. — Terence McKenna
The boundary dissolving quality of psychedelics is exactly the type of quality governments are interested in resisting. Government builds up labels, hands out roll models, explains how everything is, and this stuff just melts that back. It’s the acid of anarchy. — Terence McKenna
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What rights actually become with gay couples being permitted to marry? If you need the government or any other organisation of fools to declare your love, and if you need some sort of ceremony to understand the joy of togetherness, then this thing that you defy as ‘love’ should be seriously rethought. Last time I checked, love is a universal happening, not a material one, and you dont need some muppet in some office down in Canberra to declare that for you.
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