What they meant.
Quit the plans please.
Get your hands free.
This life ain't happenin' again.
This world a gift for playin'.
Stop the life of parody.
You got the past to see.
Recieved a response to my letter to God...
It says:
Hello Alex,
This is Joseph. E of The Galaxy of Independance,
Thank you very much for your letter. You can rest assured that God has read your letter and has kindly asked that you have this certificate as a gift.
As you can see, the certificate clearly identifies you as the sole owner and possesor of Earth and it's cohabitors.
God Bless,
Joseph. E
Guess that means I was right...
Told you so.
(I'll scan the certificate when my scanner appears)
2005-APR-06: Warren Jeffs, the prophet of the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, has predicted the end of the world at least three times in recent years. He has gathered his followers to be lifted up into heaven with him. Each time, the apocalypse did not materialize. Jeffs explained that the delay was caused by the unfaithfulness of the membership. There is speculation that he is planning something dramatic on 2005-APR-06. This will be the 150th anniversary of the founding of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints by Joseph Smith.
To feel a sense of urgency for no apparent reason is true suffering.
To try and explain this sense of urgency to someone else and have them disregard it is worse still.
Wait here while I go get sane alex on the phone...
Lee is The Key.
Tails never fails.
Rhyming is truth.
Me and Matthew are well and truely fucked... So delluded in eachothers existance, that we have no idea if we're sane or not...
It went something like this...
He is Tony Blaire and I am Gordon Brown,
He tries to explain to me that Gordon brown is actually the brains behind Tony's success and that I am infact the more intelligent of the two.
I then explain that I accept that he thinks I'm the most intelligent and therefore must take my word that he has the upper hand of the two of us.
He then responds with 'Precisely', and wonders how I dont see the greater metaphore behind the conversation.
I then explain that yes I see the point but it's irrelevant because I realised it before he did.
And on and on it goes...
We're stuck.
You can't begine to imagine the urgency of my problem...
Trust me.
You have to wonder....
Is a man, who for no real reason, is convinced that he probably hasn't pissed on himself, actually sane?
Precisely.
Realised I'm the most intelligent person alive and the only person that believes me is missing the point.
Now do you see my predicament?
What is going on?
The full stop is the key to all communication.
The Ice age is really coming.
Everyone jump.
Now.
Mushrooms are becoming illegal soon... I have decided to make the most of what I have left and take the highest dose I can possibly afford... which works out at roughly 170grams...
Im going to the next level, It's the only way I'l ever truely know...
Life is going to be different by the end of tonight...
Prey I come back with something interesting to say...
I love you... x
Threshold Effects : (from .25gm - .75gms P. Cubensis)
Slight cold feeling, mild gas or nausea, nervous-feelin
Medium Effects : (0.75gm - 2.5gms P. Cubensis)
'Cold' feeling, gas and/or stomach discomfort, nausea, pupil-dilation
High Dose Effects : (2.5gm - 10gms)
All of the Medium Effects, usually with a significantly more uncomfortable Coming Up, more pronounced nausea sometimes (rarely) resulting in vomiting, sometimes significant mental discomfort associated with feelings of fear and often times accompanying a "what have I done to myself" or "how far am I going" thought, the unpleasant Coming Up effects usually lessen with familiarity and more knowledge about the safety and character of mushroom effects. High Dose Effects are usually characterized by the closed eye visualizations being significantly more elaborate and enfolding, religious revelation, spiritual awakening, near death experiences, loss of self, talking to seemingly external, autonomous entities, extreme emotional responses, repressed memories coming to life, latent psychological crises can come to the surface, an increase in artistic sense, and intense feelings of wonder, connection, joy, fear. High Dose Effects can also include extreme time-dilation, with experiences of wall-clock minutes taking an experientially large amount of time, watching clocks or digital counters where the seconds seem to take minutes to count off. One of the most interesting effects is the feeling of awakening for the first time ever from a previous state of sleep, of liberation from what is now seen as a life-long state of bondage. Paradoxically, it is this new awareness which feels normal and natural and the previous fog which is seen to have been unreal all along. The bemushroomed seeker is convinced that, once gained, this awareness is impossible to lose, but inexplicably by the next day it is just a memory.
Heaven knows.
Come now hear this song I cry.
To those that want but never try.
God said once we had it well.
I can only guess the height we fell.
Somewhere up is the place of dreams.
A place of right, impossible it seems.
Once called Heaven it looks like hell.
How far is the height we fell?
Mr. Full stop.
A nonsical noise that he begins with finish.
Once ignored, now amend with his wish.
This man he knows so well the end.
He's past the need of words to send.
A period of silence shapes this man's rouse.
Now that he knows we'll watch him abuse.
Trick question.
Lit with matches and intended to burn.
This cabin fever is what I had to learn.
When we become one and not at all.
This is the begining of a love-waterfall
Shit, My worst fears are becoming a reality, Cabin fever has struck and I'm to blame... God forgive me.
I'm going to a pretty place now, where flowers grow, I'll be back in an hour or so...
Virgin.
This rendevouz between what's known and what's not.
A once blank canvas now endowed with the lot.
Eagerly scribbled my hand ends with intruige.
A request to recipicate is all that I plead.
One word that exists to explain yourself clear.
Come end this battle between truth and fear.
Still no reply from God.
Trying, I swear.
Truth is merely a lie agreed upon.
A blind whisper of sanity.
Once affiliation becomes demand.
We look to the king for his wise charm.
This is not a poem but a prayer.
A messege to the bastians of sanity.
Blessed are they our holders of truth.
Our keepers of right.
Now then shall we become this.
When all is lost beyond sight.
Tell me now who is of the light?
Amen.
Paper cup prejudice
Distant feet did wonder upon thee.
This old creep did cry unto me.
All this and more for tears that run.
All his gallore for this empty fun.
Claire, Im OK.
Bizarrely enough I could of been dead. quiet easily.
Thankyou for the concern.
x