05-16-2011, 12:30 AM
Talk about held and carried mental patterns!!!
.... So I was cleaning out some old storage stuff, the kind that ultimately leads to mulling over items of the past, the kind of items that you aren't really sure why you kept to begin with.
I found an old, tattered folder with a marijuana leaf drawn on the cover. Apparently, it was my best drawing ever, why else would I keep it. It contained various unimportant papers from high school. I came across a poem. I suppose I wrote it. It has my name on it. I don't think I really know this person that was me at half my age now. LOL, there was a single note from a teacher written on it, "late". Yeah, sounds like me :-).
(I really hope I'm not claiming credit here for something I plagiarized. If I did, it should be famous, and definitely not from a peer. Either way, I'm embarrassed that I claimed it my own or that I think it good enough to be famous. LOL. .)
This is me, eighteen years ago. I'm tripping out right now.
Purpose of Reality:
Feels like they are staring at me
Everyone is staring at me
Eyes bulging out of heads
Everything is turning
My mind is surly yearning
Fingers fumble for the thoughts you've bred.
My life is envied, because of you, I don't care
Come on all you people stare
I don't care, I just don't care
....Green power flowing in
....Feel the energy, its burning me
....My mind begins a trip in thought
....There is no need for reality
....Step up to follow my lead
....There's just no need for reality
Seems like you should follow me
Everyone just show me
That you're not afraid to take the step
Out of what is flesh and bone.
My lead is not control
But it is only you I show.
My purpose is not of evil
I still have all respect
Deny reality with reject.
....Green energy glowing
....Like a candle in my grin
....My mind fills with positive thoughts
....There is no need for reality
....Jump up and follow me
....There's just no need for reality
........no need for reality
........no need for reality
.... So I was cleaning out some old storage stuff, the kind that ultimately leads to mulling over items of the past, the kind of items that you aren't really sure why you kept to begin with.
I found an old, tattered folder with a marijuana leaf drawn on the cover. Apparently, it was my best drawing ever, why else would I keep it. It contained various unimportant papers from high school. I came across a poem. I suppose I wrote it. It has my name on it. I don't think I really know this person that was me at half my age now. LOL, there was a single note from a teacher written on it, "late". Yeah, sounds like me :-).
(I really hope I'm not claiming credit here for something I plagiarized. If I did, it should be famous, and definitely not from a peer. Either way, I'm embarrassed that I claimed it my own or that I think it good enough to be famous. LOL. .)
This is me, eighteen years ago. I'm tripping out right now.
Purpose of Reality:
Feels like they are staring at me
Everyone is staring at me
Eyes bulging out of heads
Everything is turning
My mind is surly yearning
Fingers fumble for the thoughts you've bred.
My life is envied, because of you, I don't care
Come on all you people stare
I don't care, I just don't care
....Green power flowing in
....Feel the energy, its burning me
....My mind begins a trip in thought
....There is no need for reality
....Step up to follow my lead
....There's just no need for reality
Seems like you should follow me
Everyone just show me
That you're not afraid to take the step
Out of what is flesh and bone.
My lead is not control
But it is only you I show.
My purpose is not of evil
I still have all respect
Deny reality with reject.
....Green energy glowing
....Like a candle in my grin
....My mind fills with positive thoughts
....There is no need for reality
....Jump up and follow me
....There's just no need for reality
........no need for reality
........no need for reality