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The breeze whispers to us
such human things
as the fresh ae(the)r flows
caressing our skin.
That shiver down her back
was my name in the wind.
Feel it at night
as the street-light spins.
Wander my city
to the ends of the dark,
Seeking so surely that teen-lost spark.

"Things have gotten closer to the sun
And I've done things in small doses
So don't think that I'm pushing you away
When you're the one that I've kept closest"
Look me in the eyes.

"What were the skies like when you were young?"
Quotes:
Lines Twelve to Fifteen; Crystalised - The **
Line Sixteen; Little Fluffy Clouds - The Orb
This soul will burn 'til it is nought but ash.

Lost in thought
like grains of sand.
The wise ones bear open palms.
Life's a beach.
The Non-Interference Principle states:
One should refrain from interfering with the personal choice to consume or reject a substance.

The Prime Directive states:
One should advocate for spiritual development, one cannot advocate for that which they have no prior experience with or adequate knowledge of.
Both statements are applicable/in reference to all compounds which pass the blood-brain barrier, including but not limited to psychoactives/psychotropics.
Only exceptional medical circumstances provide any grounds for exemption from these statements.
I've been quiet of late, had nothing to say;
I drowned in lethargy and was washed away.
My days turned to dust
and my months to ash.
This half-life scorned me
as my soul near collapsed.

I swear to you
I have never felt apathy so deeply before.
(Haha-haha-haha, oh lord!)
Was that contradiction a survivor
and the hypocrite my saviour?
I dare not hope any-more.
This particle decay may take me for a fool,
Despite their weak nuclear attitude.
We seek to master technology and
undergo symbiosis with the machine:
Fuse our bodies, twine our brains,
Merge our minds and delve into cyberspace.
We will achieve singularity
and evolve into a greater state of being;
Cyberdelia,
Immersion in cyberspace
as pychedelic phenomena:
Cybernautic dreams,
Fractal algorithms,
Psilocybranity, posthumanity.
Brackman's Pledge to The Cybran Nation,
Addressed to first node, his family.
Come on baby, decide.
Feel these colours without their light.
Choose your path, leave your steps behind.
Throw The Doors open and breach the other side.
Be definitive in your choice,
In this design.

Our fascination
with these compounds:
The amps, the tryps;
The sensation, experience.
They amphlify emotion,
We tryp over the empirical.
Come on, what are you waiting for? (The sun!)
This galaxy was meant for us; born.
We can escape to the great starshine.
Space cola.
Videoslave,
Audiosavant;
It's iconic/echoic:
So noetic, no one knows.
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