something disturbing to try yourself

No gabba boy jungle man dead go play techno and fry an egg do the dishes and lay down like big piano player on the blue sun of planet give and take just wise up to the goings on of planet shake and far down the line be amused and fight fight the ways of the sabre light and flow edge green into pools of gold with each aggressive move flow the dawn and drop the love get a job man get a job and kill the dream but first sink into an acid bath and see what I have seen and know what I will never see

 

My folks used to encourage all their kids to do this verbally when they were young. It meant that thoughts and feelings that the speaker wasn't consciously aware of would just "pop out" without the speaker necessarily framing it in a way they think they want the listener to hear (which it sometimes a good thing).

With respect to the person who started this thread, was your aunt ill for some time before she died?

 

innocent lines lead elswhere to the noble truth oustide home. intolerant of the injustice of my mankind consiousessness, Yet so far away does it go away, far into space amazing. Light patterns portray the unsophisticated blob, a mass.. unformed on the ceiling.. travel down to the land free of obligations, total tidal wave innahlation of several prophets. Enlgand is fierce. I can help condolizza rice. isnt everywhere lame?


Hey man maybe a bunch of prophets will die in a tidal wave yeah....

 

alto, you found god in the music room killing himself with a tuning fork... found myself inbetween the dark spaces between light and contrast ate a sandwich the witch being wicked and the dog eating souls... fire fire fire
old men round 1

 

feel the rhythm of the words the beat beat. too many baggos munch of itty bitty babies. many many years ago I was a frog. I love him so much. He completes me. I don't know what to do with this man. I can't feel my toes. I hear the sound of the rain. It's not going to work out. When to tempt them? Do you feel it? the words. I can't know what to do until it happens. my eyes are cold. I can't think about tomorrow. It never happens. It's just a day away. My eyes burn slowly into the red pit. It feels warm in here. I can feel my breath. My head is fuzzy. I don't know about you. I can eat it today. It's nice. Computer is doing a lot of funny things. I may never ever know about them.

 

the moment has come to feel the inside depths of the soul now i feel it, it feels incredible to feel. what is the nature of feel anyway, why do i choose. i can take no longer this uncertin death that is feel like me inside always. nothing no longer. i am free now, i have no ties no lies. i can disappear without a trace, you will disappear from me. together we are free. at the end of the road there are only one road that we have come from. there is no path leading in any wrong direction from here and here is where we need to be always and forever. i choose now to be life and death in one breath never again seperate



-i found that to be an interesting exercise. my words were kind of jumbled but i found a definate message emerge, and its expressing in jumbled words what my human struggle has been all about.

 

It's called free association...freud's idea. Don't know if somebody already pointed that out, didn't really want to read however many pages there are in this thread.

lovely life is love and love is unbearable tyake it all bitch i don't care anymore i just want to roam and roma and ride in styl ein my crappy painted car which runs on dreams and oil but not gasoline and cornstarch is bad for the soul when plangts die a lonely powerful death which lieaves and imprint and changes our lives because they pass on and live forever in our digestive tracks, shine on crazy carrot like the diamond you are i don't like carrots and my eyesite sucks because i read in teh dark as a child i'm escaping childhood in my dream mobile.

hehe. I used to do this when I was feeling crazy...and would scare myself with all of the death related stuff (back in teh day it was a LOT more gory.) But this one was kinda cute.

 

I tried it out...i like how it sounds...

wars rage on, missed call at the sound of what used to be my life, some i dont understand,how this world spins, mini L.E.D.s locked behind bars of fictional depression, oh yes, isn't that how our life goes?one big disaster piece for you to mantel on the wall, crying a perpetual bliss of crashing back, oh no i stopped, what am i to do, birds fly as we die,with diseases in the rye,so tell me why,this conscience has no counterpart?so i can sleep unwillingly as the fire stirs about me,shadows, what is a shadow,whispering sounds to chime loud on velvet ears,pain and distained again as we cry..the next few words i cant understand, but it ends with this..to pay for such a martyr or is it all gone to hell?

 

Aviation techniques used by Window cleaners to eat papayas in North Americas farm belt.
While eating the letter y the man continued through the fence where a birch stood with a guy saying no Vans for sell in this area.

 

Holy butter lips i tried! I tried to walk away but i was stopped. Stopped by the unpleasent force of attraction to my loin cloths. I ran over to my drore and opened it. To my suprice there were no loin cloths, there was only fourty three dollars lying there waiting for me to have. I collected it, and traveled on my down to market street for a deno. On my way down there i saw a crackhead get shotdown in front of a house. Just as i was about to flea the seen he bursted into flames. Oh shit! i thought to myself. There went a perfectly good crack addict. After that i decided to go get some pussy. The end.

 

peggy-o is pretty myspace is boring why did the cat ake acid, alice in wonderland is great.colbys brother got caught with acid, woodstock is being remade, now goodstock. why did the vietnam war take plaaace or any war for that matter i died yesterday oh my god its deja vu boohoo i am the walrus walking with the dancgn hammers and he smiling squirrels and prancing cat doing backflips by the mat. there an ongoing them but i cant figur it out and theres a puzzle with a missing piece and i think the cat ate it. i met a girl that ate crayons for breakfast and took some to schhol for lunch. one day she forgot her lunch and the teacher though someone stole the class set of crayons and then peggyo cried so she died and rolled over like adog but not like a cat because cats dont do much except drop acid and eat what in the bathroom under the stairs next to the matches. and yoko ono loved john lennon. and peace will one day occur.

 

That's really interesting...but creepy.

I haven't actually tried that. I think I will.

 

shapes of color and sounds of light invisible holes melting undetected into uncharted areas watching us destroy the energy that is draining from the surface of the star that is connected to your brain pulsing as you think as you watch your thoughts expand into a scene of unfamiliar characters fading into the complete equation of pi then you realize it starts at the eye and meets at the sky just the meeting point in the suicidal serpent that makes this be but makes this fake in the way of negative flow through the cracks we see light that feeds on darkness while drawing the line that seperates the two information transportation is the lock we need to pick in order to open the gate and let everyone out and reverse it all so that complicated is simple and simplicity is the ultimate complexity

 

yes, she was. she had breast cancer for a while. i don't claim to actually predict her death, it was probably just a very bizzare coincidence. but it just creeped me out a lot.

 

I can't have what I want. But then, I'm so confused about what I want as well. I don't know, after all, anything with precision. Not even who I am. But I am feeling so angry at everyone. Everyone who tells lies to me, or everyone whom I feel is thinking about lying to me, because I don't want to be considered as stupid. Not to be taken for naive. Yet it happens sometimes. To get ignored by those whom I wouldn't want to. To pass unnoticed or not be liked by those whom I might have. But then I have to get happy with what I can have. And the anger is so powerful that I finally go with those who want me just because I'm so upset at those who don't want me. And after all it seems that I wanted what I thought I didn't. And that I just might have made the right choice. Somehow, in an ununderstandable way.

 

psychic automatism- it's usually done on paper without looking at it when in sort of a trance with no censorship of any of it. If it's all coming out legible and spelled correctly, etc., that is more of a "free writing" thing.