Something I wrote after smoking a large amount of DMT
I Took a hit and I saw a queer virgin holding the Son in her arms.
Like a protester beaten by police, blood flowing red white and blue
What did he do to deserve this? She thought, and I Heard the words
and felt the nails pierce my wrists while
I Took a hit and I was an electron galaxy soaring through the atom
of a parallel dimension in an alternate reality. A universe exploded like a quasar an infinite black hole in the center of a donut paradox.
Then I heard a voice say “and it was good” so I nodded my head bent forward and
“dear citizens of earth. We are alone in the universe. Do not be alarmed.
But we do not have Jesus or Aliens or any higher intelligence coming to tell us what to do next.
So we gotta figure this shit out now, and plan for the long term, or else this shit, this planet I mean, is really going to suck. So can we evolve past making bombs and focus on that please?”
a ripple undulated wildly across the brightly dancing steamy twenty four inch liquid crystal display computer monitor as I
Closed my eyes and saw it all again for the first time.
Behold! The Jewel in the Lotus.
Ohm
The moment when you’re having sex and your piercing gets caught on the sheets and rips and there’s pain and blood starts dripping all over the place but you kinda don’t want to stop.
Consider the relationship between Man and Dog.
“You can stay here, please don’t shit.”
Dog takes shit, kicked out of room.
Shits too much, kicked out of home.
I love you dog, but you must not shit.
Consider the relationship between Man and God.
“You can stay here, please don’t shit.”
Man takes shit, kicked out of garden.
Shits too much, world’s going to end.
I love you man, but you must not shit.
