BlogginSomeBling&OddTalkAboutOldDrugDays

So I added this image to spice things up, add some ornamentation and color to this dark space... in an effort to keep on the bright side of things... and then I got to thinking about two things: facebook and hallucinogenic drugs.

And I know everyone gets all fruity when you start to speak about spiritual experiences and all that shit and then they get even fruiter when you mention psychoactive drugs and yet fruiter still when you tell them about all the things you did under the influence of those drugs... it's like the Bottle Rocket quote: "Come on. Be sensitive to the fact that other people are not comfortable talking about emotional disturbances. Um, you know, I am, I'm fine with that, but... other people." Yet I persist in speaking of these things and I'll tell you why: we live in a pyschoactive world.

We live in a pyschoactive world. Say it with me: we live in a pyschoactive world.

A world which grows strabnger everyday especially when you realize the people you went to high school with, the people you took all those pyschoactive drugs with, are forever linked, looming, contracting and expanding, pulsating fucking comments on their status bar. Not that I'm against that or feel any displeasure in their quick quips, their sentimental stances, or their pop-political proclamations... just that I'm rather aware of the overwhelming, electrical tentacles swirling around my pupils which are as dilated as peyote buttons with all this push-button publishing.

I love this psychoactive world.

TITLE change ∞ SAME old rage ∞ WoRKn on a WAY OUT or TO ESCAPE or maybe just speak clearer

Wrap the situation up in string while our electronic doubles entertain the threads of dead high school buddies and the never ending traffic of high speed data flow. Everything I just said is out of date but not as much as the language I'm speaking, nor the gross understatement of profile pics and other seedy manifestations.

"The future is here it's just unevenly distributed," I requote a quote quoted by Paul Miller.

All I wanted to note here, is that in indulging in a steady diet of facetiousness and bad taste, I must say, I admire what I've done with this place.

A Blog Is A Place To Reli(EEE)ve Yourself (Here I Go)

Potty humor aside... I circled a specific building nine times with the sacred red thread, victory red, and the white of surrender... My friend, my friends, oh my sacred friends... YOU & ME & THE UNDERLYING GRID OF EVERYTHING.

I declared a day out of randomness to enact an event of randomness under the banner of The Institute of Storytelling.