took the tracks today
trippin balls
no people near please
nun seeing me going on would be better
trippin all over myself
rubber band limbs all like a slinky
shock absorbers when I walk the talk
like a lost train of tracers
going on
i am my own freight
a conductor
the engineer
and caboose
because of these two steel-snake-beams
perhaps each one a reptilian planet
as I tightrope walk them like a fish swimming the cable stretched out under this mega dome cathedral
giving me a bubble to a vortex of turtle streets as snow flake giants thriving in a mass community on the back of a giant winter pine
this is when I was reminded of days earlier
when my brothers and I
lied under our beds all night (only after running after the imagination of a caveman’s creation constructed a guitar from cedar and leather cord) having conversations of density
of mass
of memory
incompleteness or complete strangers
met at crossing sections
or like each unit defining itself(-energy) as a galaxy moving through
and pulled across all other points
in sets of three successions successfully
took the tracks today
trippin balls
no people near please
nun seeing me going on would be better
trippin all over myself
rubber band limbs all like a slinky
shock absorbers when I walk the talk
like a lost train of tracers
going on
i am my own freight
a conductor
the engineer
and caboose
because of these two steel-snake-beams
perhaps each one a reptilian planet
as I tightrope walk them like a fish swimming the cable stretched out under this mega dome cathedral
giving me a bubble to a vortex of turtle streets as snow flake giants thriving in a mass community on the back of a giant winter pine
this is when I was reminded of days earlier
when my brothers and I
lied under our beds all night (only after running after the imagination of a caveman’s creation constructed a guitar from cedar and leather cord) having conversations of density
of mass
of memory
incompleteness or complete strangers
met at crossing sections
or like each unit defining itself(-energy) as a galaxy moving through
and pulled across all other points
in sets of three successions successfully
Amazing stuff
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I've always experienced 'sympathetic drug use' - from the time of my youth, right up until today. When I was younger I didn't know what it was. My friends would take trips, I'd be standing next to them, and I would be getting stranger and stranger. My friends would take ecstasy, I would be getting high. I don't think it's only getting carried into their world through atmosphere and association. It's something stronger. It's strongest with acid. One time my friends had way too much - they were getting really bad. I was the one trying to help them, but then it got really out of hand, I was in a very bad place. Sympathetic drug abuse. One thing to be said for it is it's a damn sight cheaper.
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I've always experienced 'sympathetic drug use' - from the time of my youth, right up until today. When I was younger I didn't know what it was. My friends would take trips, I'd be standing next to them, and I would be getting stranger and stranger. My friends would take ecstasy, I would be getting high. I don't think it's only getting carried into their world through atmosphere and association. It's something stronger. It's strongest with acid. One time my friends had way too much - they were getting really bad. I was the one trying to help them, but then it got really out of hand, I was in a very bad place. Sympathetic drug abuse. One thing to be said for it is it's a damn sight cheaper.
intense and intuned people will pick up the heartbeat of the tripper, coke buzzer, shroomer, or X-acter and their hearts will flutter with very real, though often brief contact high
well, that's my take on it afw
time has turned, i got old but
i guess it's not so dismal
my drug of choice, turns out now
chasing percs with pepto-bismol
i can say i am done with and over the limb below me
my whole life spent climbing
each step or stumble
every wash over me has been difficult
even in the name of pleasure and women
grapes and sunlight
and me off to the side of kindle
have not known sleep in longer periods than waiting
and rushing through the yard for my boy on his new bike
this
i knew was a dream
and one solid needle left dangling
these
the dreams of which i cannot but disappear
in the enticement
and so is life
but here tonight i have my friends
they are lowlit
they belong inside yet are empty and left out and full
the windows frost over for greeting moon's charm for my dazzlement as i fade into vacancy
where the whistling wind bears down on this older dwelling of mine
that which bursts through the door shouting across the drapes and her dress
In the interim analysis
The animus never came to terms understood
Stanley she said take that cock off your nose
And give me your lip bright smile
Driven by Godssssssssssssssss
Makes me nauseous to the pit
Still a nauseous ass
Uncomfortable death pukes, breathes through a new tubular bell
Spent systems and no velocity in the Scarabs in a shoe
More talented for the visit
A talented beetle you say with centuries of John
Picks the kind, did I lie, hope you lied in July
In the interim analysis
The animus never came to terms understood
Stanley she said take that cock off your nose
And give me your lip bright smile
Driven by Godssssssssssssssss
Makes me nauseous to the pit
Still a nauseous ass
Uncomfortable death pukes, breathes through a new tubular bell
Spent systems and no velocity in the Scarabs in a shoe
More talented for the visit
A talented beetle you say with centuries of John
Picks the kind, did I lie, hope you lied in July
what the...
this i like
it makes no sense to me at all
but somehow it works
there's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
no he coulden't look much stranger
trippin down the hall with his things and all
smiled and said he was the lone ranger.
rollin into Los Angeles bringing in couple of keys
don't touch my bags if you please Mr. customs man.
without having ate psychedelics
this manifestation
has euphoria named after her
she is each song up on top
every leaf colored to the stream
every bell a flower ringing for our home
she
and when i ran
her in front of me as standing still as bird baths do
this the exact chirping
every feather to mine for her sky
this difference ran hard
this union is solid tracers
zooming across low to the ground but as high as the moon
somehow the sun and moon traded dances with her
she
the music blasted yet dead
this fulfillment discharged the great accomplishments of fairytales
her and i
mine and she has this hand from my arm from my shoulder from my torso
this is my thought
all are her dreaming wide awake visuals and the color of excellence has bound itself to our blissfulness
somehow this shakedown is a choir rusted as if welded to every grass blade
each seed from forest to forest
through this waterway to puddle to mud
to a clear bucket of well water dipped into all seven tree frogs and waterfalls
she
and her has begun to increase my
my...
her enlargement is where i dine
where i dwell and where i rest my comfortable poetry book
notebooks pens and papers
all nine pencils used
sewn-united and unrelinquished
and for her almighty blissful hand
her kiss will shine like a pair of doves
her lips upper and lower
teeth between gold and pink
this comotion in the background has a light
when rails of cold steel come home
each blue wing
everything flutter-filled
every morning resting peacefully beautifully atop a single sunflower
without having ate psychedelics
this manifestation
has euphoria named after her
she is each song up on top
every leaf colored to the stream
every bell a flower ringing for our home
she
and when i ran
her in front of me as standing still as bird baths do
this the exact chirping
every feather to mine for her sky
this difference ran hard
this union is solid tracers
zooming across low to the ground but as high as the moon
somehow the sun and moon traded dances with her
she
the music blasted yet dead
this fulfillment discharged the great accomplishments of fairytales
her and i
mine and she has this hand from my arm from my shoulder from my torso
this is my thought
all are her dreaming wide awake visuals and the color of excellence has bound itself to our blissfulness
somehow this shakedown is a choir rusted as if welded to every grass blade
each seed from forest to forest
through this waterway to puddle to mud
to a clear bucket of well water dipped into all seven tree frogs and waterfalls
she
and her has begun to increase my
my...
her enlargement is where i dine
where i dwell and where i rest my comfortable poetry book
notebooks pens and papers
all nine pencils used
sewn-united and unrelinquished
and for her almighty blissful hand
her kiss will shine like a pair of doves
her lips upper and lower
teeth between gold and pink
this comotion in the background has a light
when rails of cold steel come home
each blue wing
everything flutter-filled
every morning resting peacefully beautifully atop a single sunflower
1996: Toronto 1998: Barrie 2000: Montreal, Toronto, Auburn Hills 2003: Cleveland, Buffalo, Toronto, Montreal 2004: Boston X2, Grand Rapids 2005: Kitchener, London, Hamilton, Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto 2006: Toronto X2 2009: Toronto 2011: PJ20, Montreal, Toronto X2, Hamilton 2012: Manchester X2, Amsterdam X2, Prague, Berlin X2, Philadelphia, Missoula 2013: Pittsburg, Buffalo 2014: Milan, Trieste, Vienna, Berlin, Stockholm, Oslo, Detroit 2016: Ottawa, Toronto X2 2018: Padova, Rome, Prague, Krakow, Berlin, Barcelona
2022: Ottawa, Hamilton, Toronto 2023: Chicago X2 2024: New York X2
nice topic and a great collection thus far. I will need to review them one by one more in depth. I think a fair amount of mine could be added in here...perhaps I will add a few.
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down
Around that lonely bend
There darkness at the end
And if I look to close
I fear I wont cry
It is my enemy
Always conquers me
But pick me back up
As my only friend
And if I stay this course
Will it still show me some remorse
Will I beg and plead
Get down on my knees
And will I pray for more
Even though it makes it worse
Oh can I defeat whats right in front of me
Aunt Hazel rescue me
For the rig that I see
Is wiped clean of dust
Or antifreeze
Aunt Hazel rescue me
I have no bad seed
One ballot that I cast
Will set me free
Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down
And everything I know
Lost in the bad seed I sow
I have to feel numb
From my pulse
To my lung
I pace my every breath
Blind to my world
Open to the rest
I saddle up the horse
To take me home
Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down
Around that lonely bend
There darkness at the end
And if I look to close
I fear I wont cry
It is my enemy
Always conquers me
But pick me back up
As my only friend
And if I stay this course
Will it still show me some remorse
Will I beg and plead
Get down on my knees
And will I pray for more
Even though it makes it worse
Oh can I defeat whats right in front of me
Aunt Hazel rescue me
For the rig that I see
Is wiped clean of dust
Or antifreeze
Aunt Hazel rescue me
I have no bad seed
One ballot that I cast
Will set me free
Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down
And everything I know
Lost in the bad seed I sow
I have to feel numb
From my pulse
To my lung
I pace my every breath
Blind to my world
Open to the rest
I saddle up the horse
To take me home
Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
just another hit
the dark room flashes yellow-red
the coal home fires beneath earth's crust and my skin
home planet on fire like a set of lungs
my breathing
and in this exact moment
meditation over takes blissfulness and becomes it
There's a song that was famous here in Australia over a decade ago that I sometimes get stuck in my head, always with the wrong lyrics, but close enough
The mixed up lyrics that get stuck in my head are...
I don't drink or smoke dope
I don't laugh at dirty jokes
And what I want to know is will I die of anything...
The thing is I don't drink (or at least I've drunk so little alcohol in my life that I feel comfortable saying "I don't drink" without feeling like a liar. I can safely say I've never been drunk).
I don't smoke dope (or even cigarettes). I've never tried illegal drugs and have never abused the legal kind.
And I pretend to be a prude when it comes to dirty jokes.
So I find the song funny, but then it goes on to say "I'm an exerciser", which I completely am not. I don't go out of my way to exercise and I eat plenty of junk food, so, yeah, I'll die from something, but anyway, I'm so far off track now.
My whole point of writing here is to say I can't really write here. I have seen the people around me abuse drugs and alcohol, my friends and family. They've even encouraged me to do the same, I've been offered drugs on numerous occasions by family and friends, not just casually, but quite forcefully (not physically forceful, but peer pressure to the max), but I have no interest in it. I'm also a little bit of a social outcast for not drinking (especially since I live in Australia and it seems to be something Australians pride themselves on. I don't like sports either. I am so un-Australian). Luckily for me, I've rarely found peer pressure difficult to overcome, so I get to live my boring life, just the way I like it.
So I can't write about drug and alcohol abuse first hand, but I do have a question to ask...
Does anyone here regret trying drugs and alcohol to begin with, or are you happy to have had the experience as something you have tried and overcome (or as something you continue to do, as the case may be)?
i don't drink either and i get a lot of flack for not being a drunk like everyone else i grew up with who is still drinking. so i also don't get invited to events either. like you i dislike sports and i am so un-Assusie like. btw, foster beer stinks
Does anyone here regret trying drugs and alcohol to begin with, or are you happy to have had the experience as something you have tried and overcome (or as something you continue to do, as the case may be)?
Interesting question, and good on you for sticking to your principles...I wish more people did that.
Me, no...I don't have misgivings about my initial and continued partaking. I do regret some of my young stupidity related to it - poor choices that come with youth (usually, anyway - I think I've gotten most of that out of my system by now) - but appreciate the experiences that came with it...that still come with it.
Plus, I just enjoy it; my life isn't hampered.
I'm sure I'll have more to add later - probably after having smoked a bowl or two
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2022: Ottawa, Hamilton, Toronto 2023: Chicago X2 2024: New York X2
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Send my credentials to the house of detention
took the tracks today
trippin balls
no people near please
nun seeing me going on would be better
trippin all over myself
rubber band limbs all like a slinky
shock absorbers when I walk the talk
like a lost train of tracers
going on
i am my own freight
a conductor
the engineer
and caboose
because of these two steel-snake-beams
perhaps each one a reptilian planet
as I tightrope walk them like a fish swimming the cable stretched out under this mega dome cathedral
giving me a bubble to a vortex of turtle streets as snow flake giants thriving in a mass community on the back of a giant winter pine
this is when I was reminded of days earlier
when my brothers and I
lied under our beds all night (only after running after the imagination of a caveman’s creation constructed a guitar from cedar and leather cord) having conversations of density
of mass
of memory
incompleteness or complete strangers
met at crossing sections
or like each unit defining itself(-energy) as a galaxy moving through
and pulled across all other points
in sets of three successions successfully
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Amazing stuff
Send my credentials to the house of detention
nice try, 81
close but no cigar
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Send my credentials to the house of detention
intense and intuned people will pick up the heartbeat of the tripper, coke buzzer, shroomer, or X-acter and their hearts will flutter with very real, though often brief contact high
well, that's my take on it afw
time has turned, i got old but
i guess it's not so dismal
my drug of choice, turns out now
chasing percs with pepto-bismol
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
my whole life spent climbing
each step or stumble
every wash over me has been difficult
even in the name of pleasure and women
grapes and sunlight
and me off to the side of kindle
have not known sleep in longer periods than waiting
and rushing through the yard for my boy on his new bike
this
i knew was a dream
and one solid needle left dangling
these
the dreams of which i cannot but disappear
in the enticement
and so is life
but here tonight i have my friends
they are lowlit
they belong inside yet are empty and left out and full
the windows frost over for greeting moon's charm for my dazzlement as i fade into vacancy
where the whistling wind bears down on this older dwelling of mine
that which bursts through the door shouting across the drapes and her dress
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
The animus never came to terms understood
Stanley she said take that cock off your nose
And give me your lip bright smile
Driven by Godssssssssssssssss
Makes me nauseous to the pit
Still a nauseous ass
Uncomfortable death pukes, breathes through a new tubular bell
Spent systems and no velocity in the Scarabs in a shoe
More talented for the visit
A talented beetle you say with centuries of John
Picks the kind, did I lie, hope you lied in July
this i like
it makes no sense to me at all
but somehow it works
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
no he coulden't look much stranger
trippin down the hall with his things and all
smiled and said he was the lone ranger.
rollin into Los Angeles bringing in couple of keys
don't touch my bags if you please Mr. customs man.
B.Dylan
this manifestation
has euphoria named after her
she is each song up on top
every leaf colored to the stream
every bell a flower ringing for our home
she
and when i ran
her in front of me as standing still as bird baths do
this the exact chirping
every feather to mine for her sky
this difference ran hard
this union is solid tracers
zooming across low to the ground but as high as the moon
somehow the sun and moon traded dances with her
she
the music blasted yet dead
this fulfillment discharged the great accomplishments of fairytales
her and i
mine and she has this hand from my arm from my shoulder from my torso
this is my thought
all are her dreaming wide awake visuals and the color of excellence has bound itself to our blissfulness
somehow this shakedown is a choir rusted as if welded to every grass blade
each seed from forest to forest
through this waterway to puddle to mud
to a clear bucket of well water dipped into all seven tree frogs and waterfalls
she
and her has begun to increase my
my...
her enlargement is where i dine
where i dwell and where i rest my comfortable poetry book
notebooks pens and papers
all nine pencils used
sewn-united and unrelinquished
and for her almighty blissful hand
her kiss will shine like a pair of doves
her lips upper and lower
teeth between gold and pink
this comotion in the background has a light
when rails of cold steel come home
each blue wing
everything flutter-filled
every morning resting peacefully beautifully atop a single sunflower
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Very Nice!
1998: Barrie
2000: Montreal, Toronto, Auburn Hills
2003: Cleveland, Buffalo, Toronto, Montreal
2004: Boston X2, Grand Rapids
2005: Kitchener, London, Hamilton, Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto
2006: Toronto X2
2009: Toronto
2011: PJ20, Montreal, Toronto X2, Hamilton
2012: Manchester X2, Amsterdam X2, Prague, Berlin X2, Philadelphia, Missoula
2013: Pittsburg, Buffalo
2014: Milan, Trieste, Vienna, Berlin, Stockholm, Oslo, Detroit
2016: Ottawa, Toronto X2
2018: Padova, Rome, Prague, Krakow, Berlin, Barcelona
2023: Chicago X2
2024: New York X2
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down
Around that lonely bend
There darkness at the end
And if I look to close
I fear I wont cry
It is my enemy
Always conquers me
But pick me back up
As my only friend
And if I stay this course
Will it still show me some remorse
Will I beg and plead
Get down on my knees
And will I pray for more
Even though it makes it worse
Oh can I defeat whats right in front of me
Aunt Hazel rescue me
For the rig that I see
Is wiped clean of dust
Or antifreeze
Aunt Hazel rescue me
I have no bad seed
One ballot that I cast
Will set me free
Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down
And everything I know
Lost in the bad seed I sow
I have to feel numb
From my pulse
To my lung
I pace my every breath
Blind to my world
Open to the rest
I saddle up the horse
To take me home
Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
the dark room flashes yellow-red
the coal home fires beneath earth's crust and my skin
home planet on fire like a set of lungs
my breathing
and in this exact moment
meditation over takes blissfulness and becomes it
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Me, no...I don't have misgivings about my initial and continued partaking. I do regret some of my young stupidity related to it - poor choices that come with youth (usually, anyway - I think I've gotten most of that out of my system by now) - but appreciate the experiences that came with it...that still come with it.
Plus, I just enjoy it; my life isn't hampered.
I'm sure I'll have more to add later - probably after having smoked a bowl or two
Great drug-related stuff!
1998: Barrie
2000: Montreal, Toronto, Auburn Hills
2003: Cleveland, Buffalo, Toronto, Montreal
2004: Boston X2, Grand Rapids
2005: Kitchener, London, Hamilton, Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto
2006: Toronto X2
2009: Toronto
2011: PJ20, Montreal, Toronto X2, Hamilton
2012: Manchester X2, Amsterdam X2, Prague, Berlin X2, Philadelphia, Missoula
2013: Pittsburg, Buffalo
2014: Milan, Trieste, Vienna, Berlin, Stockholm, Oslo, Detroit
2016: Ottawa, Toronto X2
2018: Padova, Rome, Prague, Krakow, Berlin, Barcelona
2023: Chicago X2
2024: New York X2
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce