Shhhhhh Im shroooming 
ok what is the deal , im tripping ballz and enjoying the deepest meaning of peace , why are there all these god forsaken distractions going on, my phone wont stop ringing, people knocking on my door, a baby crying outside my apt window kids yelling and screaming and running up stairs ,its like chaos and peace are at war and i am in between
in what seems like minutes have I been taken to the highest level of peace and flowing of love in my heart only to be dragged down into the darkness of my inner rage from poking yapping toiling yarns of angy chaos , love and rage feels so similar yet the need to coil up into a ball and screeem from the toll that life takes from me , when the walls of good and evil are torn away the one thing that seperates us all is passion and the strength of it. My mind is pretty fast right now its hard for my hands to keep up with my next thought
The song im listening to right now is "It feels so good" by Sonique , it brings back some great memories, why is it that some songs can make you almost feel your past , why is that my past is so treasured and why is it that I hold my past so treasured yet I hate my future , why am i crying right now .
There it is again the chaos of the sreaming children, Somehow i think that maybe it keeps me grounded from feeling to much.
Here I was thinking that taking some shrooms and looking at some beautifull naked women would ease my troubled mind. Now I find myself on a rollercoaster . The naked women only make the ride more pleasant.
Sometimes I think God is like the keeper of a lucky Bamboo plant. As long as there is plenty of water in the bowl it will thrives so you tend to forget about it and do other shit and when you forget about too long its too late. Why did that make sence to me and now i look back and it doesnt. How weird is it that the mere thought of having a cigarette right now comforts me more than if i actually had one. I dont smoke. well only when i drink and , ok its silent right now and all I feel is my spine tickling me.
Is it strange too always think in metaphores. Why do we need metaphores .
So earlier today I realized that I am Narcoleptic . This just started happening to me recently. Sometimes while I am working ill feel like my eyes are heavy and i get sort of crosseyed and then I still feel like im working at my desk but someone I work with will wake me up and it sort of startles me because I already thought I was awake , I mean I was dreaming I was working. Its like im dreaming before I fall asleep and bam I get woken up. I work in a room with 30 other people and its a somewhat steady flow environement. Its embarasing to be caught sleeping like that , I even have a code word that my fellowi empoyee uses to wake me up and that the numbers 125. Its funny cause i wake up and go right back to work. It must trip some people out to see me do that but to me its like my eyes just close for a few minutes and i become catatonic and almost hypnotised and then bang, right back to work i go after hearing the wake up numbers .
. LOL i knew i shouldnt have kept a journal on my mental voyage cause i realize that the Narator in my head wont shut up even at the most mundaine of tasks
ok what is the deal , im tripping ballz and enjoying the deepest meaning of peace , why are there all these god forsaken distractions going on, my phone wont stop ringing, people knocking on my door, a baby crying outside my apt window kids yelling and screaming and running up stairs ,its like chaos and peace are at war and i am in between
in what seems like minutes have I been taken to the highest level of peace and flowing of love in my heart only to be dragged down into the darkness of my inner rage from poking yapping toiling yarns of angy chaos , love and rage feels so similar yet the need to coil up into a ball and screeem from the toll that life takes from me , when the walls of good and evil are torn away the one thing that seperates us all is passion and the strength of it. My mind is pretty fast right now its hard for my hands to keep up with my next thought
The song im listening to right now is "It feels so good" by Sonique , it brings back some great memories, why is it that some songs can make you almost feel your past , why is that my past is so treasured and why is it that I hold my past so treasured yet I hate my future , why am i crying right now .
There it is again the chaos of the sreaming children, Somehow i think that maybe it keeps me grounded from feeling to much.
Here I was thinking that taking some shrooms and looking at some beautifull naked women would ease my troubled mind. Now I find myself on a rollercoaster . The naked women only make the ride more pleasant.
Sometimes I think God is like the keeper of a lucky Bamboo plant. As long as there is plenty of water in the bowl it will thrives so you tend to forget about it and do other shit and when you forget about too long its too late. Why did that make sence to me and now i look back and it doesnt. How weird is it that the mere thought of having a cigarette right now comforts me more than if i actually had one. I dont smoke. well only when i drink and
, ok its silent right now and all I feel is my spine tickling me.
Is it strange too always think in metaphores. Why do we need metaphores .
So earlier today I realized that I am Narcoleptic . This just started happening to me recently. Sometimes while I am working ill feel like my eyes are heavy and i get sort of crosseyed and then I still feel like im working at my desk but someone I work with will wake me up and it sort of startles me because I already thought I was awake , I mean I was dreaming I was working. Its like im dreaming before I fall asleep and bam I get woken up. I work in a room with 30 other people and its a somewhat steady flow environement. Its embarasing to be caught sleeping like that , I even have a code word that my fellowi empoyee uses to wake me up and that the numbers 125. Its funny cause i wake up and go right back to work. It must trip some people out to see me do that but to me its like my eyes just close for a few minutes and i become catatonic and almost hypnotised and then bang, right back to work i go after hearing the wake up numbers .
. LOL i knew i shouldnt have kept a journal on my mental voyage cause i realize that the Narator in my head wont shut up even at the most mundaine of tasks
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