it seems I am in a terrible state and inventing a new designer drug based on speed and the need to stay up all night. I want to never sleep, I want to see the sun coming and going and race around to the other side to see it again. I had a perfect moment this year. ( this really happened )
I was on a private Island so it was closed off to the public. Plus the beach was huge. They did not build houses and roads right on top of it so the was actually beach. And beautiful beach at that. Me and the Prophet (my dad) had just finished smoking some weed. And since this was a ritzy beach you could actually drink on the beach. So I sat in my lawn chair with a nice head buzz, a pill buzz from my new narcotic problem and a rum and coke. Needless to say I was fucked up. With a capital FUCKED.... I sat in my lawn chair not moving a muscle as the sun set behind me. The sky was turning and I was already there, jamming on my I-pod one song on repeat. Modest Mouse, "The Ocean Breathes Salty". Then from this on to Pink Floyd, Animals. Then some Hendrix. Nursing my rum eating my pills and swimming in my daze. Life was perfect and simple for that moment. I want to figure out a way to buy a house on that Island for my parents to retire to. They have done so much for me and are still raising me at age 30, the least I could do is return the favor. The Prophet and my Mom seemed so happy there. That life style suits them. Plus I could visit them on occasion. Anyway the point of this was a moment of realization. I was tense no more. I was perplexed to simplicity. To put it in the words of Hendrix I was "beautiful." My body moved as a flame and I only burned the shores. Then the most brilliant thing happened. This new disease I have, has made me sense things before they happen. My nerves crawl at the arrival of a storm. I felt the cold the pressure drop and looked down the lonely coast as the front of the storm was coming. Then lightning struck the shore and lit up the sky and water with a purple brilliant light. I could never recreate this moment if I tried and I am so thankful that I had it. My mind needed it. My mind needed, and at times needs, to be shut down and then shown how small of a thing on this earth I am. I walked back to the beach house seeking shelter from the storm listening to "Kashmir." It was one of those rainless storms. Just lightning and thunder and Led Zeppelin. How lucky I was................thank you God.
P.S. ROTCie Girls still RULE ! ! ! ! !
I was on a private Island so it was closed off to the public. Plus the beach was huge. They did not build houses and roads right on top of it so the was actually beach. And beautiful beach at that. Me and the Prophet (my dad) had just finished smoking some weed. And since this was a ritzy beach you could actually drink on the beach. So I sat in my lawn chair with a nice head buzz, a pill buzz from my new narcotic problem and a rum and coke. Needless to say I was fucked up. With a capital FUCKED.... I sat in my lawn chair not moving a muscle as the sun set behind me. The sky was turning and I was already there, jamming on my I-pod one song on repeat. Modest Mouse, "The Ocean Breathes Salty". Then from this on to Pink Floyd, Animals. Then some Hendrix. Nursing my rum eating my pills and swimming in my daze. Life was perfect and simple for that moment. I want to figure out a way to buy a house on that Island for my parents to retire to. They have done so much for me and are still raising me at age 30, the least I could do is return the favor. The Prophet and my Mom seemed so happy there. That life style suits them. Plus I could visit them on occasion. Anyway the point of this was a moment of realization. I was tense no more. I was perplexed to simplicity. To put it in the words of Hendrix I was "beautiful." My body moved as a flame and I only burned the shores. Then the most brilliant thing happened. This new disease I have, has made me sense things before they happen. My nerves crawl at the arrival of a storm. I felt the cold the pressure drop and looked down the lonely coast as the front of the storm was coming. Then lightning struck the shore and lit up the sky and water with a purple brilliant light. I could never recreate this moment if I tried and I am so thankful that I had it. My mind needed it. My mind needed, and at times needs, to be shut down and then shown how small of a thing on this earth I am. I walked back to the beach house seeking shelter from the storm listening to "Kashmir." It was one of those rainless storms. Just lightning and thunder and Led Zeppelin. How lucky I was................thank you God.
P.S. ROTCie Girls still RULE ! ! ! ! !
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faeriedust:
Yep yep. moved to K-town today!
baise:
Do you honestly think I'd move back?