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2.3k · Aug 2013
Bookish Ditty
I reckoned
nothing sexier than the lady who could quote Shakespeare.
I like my woman
knowledgeable, but
there's gotta be chemistry
going too. The Bard of Avon's
no good if you don't do sociable.

All we have to do
is make an effort.

Wordplay like foreplay, let's get it started,
Wanna hear what you say when I quote you
some Descartes: "Cogito ergo sum", get some!

It's all about the details, god is in the details. I read you.
Line Twelve from Principles of Philosophy (1644) by Rene Descartes
(I think; therefore I am)
2.3k · Nov 2014
I usually feel better
after some sleep
and a hangover.

Emaciation of the soul,
It'll get better.
2.3k · Dec 2014
A Table Chemicall
Compound medium (Neurotransmission [receptor])

Aminergic media (Trace-Amines [TAAR])

Monoaminergic media (Monoamine Releasing Agents[MAO])

Ataraxia ex Entheogenesis.
Dimethytryptamine[rgic] particle[s] (Pituitary [DMT])

Glutamatergic medium (Recurrent Feedback Excitation [Classically 5-HT,2A])

Intracommuneon Macro.
Glutamate particle ([NMDA, AMPA, KAR])

Serotonin particle ([5-HT1-7]).

Horizon Cyclica.
Melatonin particle ([MT1-3])

Choline/Acetylcholine particle ([mAChRs, nAChRs])

Histamine particle ([H1-4])

Dopamine particle ([D1-4])

Stimulatus Minor.
Adenosine particle ([A1-3])

Entactus Major.
Adrenergic particles ([alpha1-2&beta1-3;])

Inhibitus Micro.
Glycine particle ([GlyR])

Intoxicatum Socialite.
gamma-Hydroxybutyric Acid particle ([GHB])

Sigmaergic particulate ([sigma1&sigma2;])

Opus Opiatus .
Opioidergic particles ([OP1-4])

Aponia ex Apotheotelos.
Oxytocin particle (Pituitary [Hypothalamus-Hypophysis])

Inebriatus Dissociate.
gamma-Aminobutyric Acid particle ([GABA-A&B;]

Cannabinoidergic particles ([CB1&2])
2.3k · May 2015
A Table Lyricall
How is language used to cast judgement,
Determinations, reflections?

What of the user, signator,
A logical individual?

How does lyric evoke qualities that differ?
What contributes to meaning?
Why should words grant us such freedom?
2.3k · May 2013
Of Four Temperments
The sanguine carry about them a certain air,
Confident, reassured and socially aware.

The choleric stoke their ambitious fire,
Yearning to lead, they seek their desire.

The melancholic are a kind more in touch with earth,
Ponderous, considering everything they observe.

The phlegmatic are quiet as if immersed in water,
Relaxed, cool, too calm to falter.
The quadrilogic cycularity of a disproven science.
2.2k · Mar 2014
Under The Hood/Darkside View
I'm willing to admit sometimes
I get a bit on the darkside.
Aight, so what?
I would keep to myself
(but for you, beautiful reader/sacred deceiver).

When you find solace in words
it's 'cause they found something in you;

It's all about
experiencing the view.

Get scared? I know we do.
Ethics are such a colourful bunch,
Pretending the world's
not variable shades of deepening grey.

Non-judgemental ideals don't seem
to be very popular in this day and age.
The first world doesn't really care (lest you be talking 'bout power).
2.2k · Jan 2016
Gaia's Boon
A trenchant thought cut through the rest
to jolt me out of this haze (I savour), and
as the noxious redolence of Aetherius left
the fog of Endorphus settled in its stead;
While the mists of the oraculate cast
their insidious shadows upon
my bare chest.

Lughnasadh, Samhain, Imbolc and Beltane shall come to pass!
By harvest, hallows-even, spring and summer will it matter?
*Pharmahuasca maelstrom drank the earth
and I began to wander, in wonder again.
2.2k · Oct 2018
Another sleepless night spent
messing with synthesizers, drum
machines and groove-boxes. Music
may have stalled my flow of words
but I dream of joining them together
and spinning songs out into the world.
I wonder when or whether this penchant
I have for insomnia will create anything
worthy, any anything for the storm outside
which was howling but is quiet now.
I daresay, I darewrite, darethink
that a crisis of value has become apparent
in my life. The struggle has made philosophy
a thing I no longer consciously think
because it pains me to do so; yet
a thought emerged and has grpped me.
A thought of going back to philosophy
despite the agony. That thought
was of pharmacophenomenology.
Ah, a love of knowledge,
Both the remedy
and the poison; so
what of the scapegoat?
I am getting carried away,
I have a path and the question
is commitment. I have a question
and it pleases me to feel the answer
is less important that asking it in-itself:
What is pharmacophilosophy;
What does a philosophy of drugs entail
if we are to do it justice?
Will it help us assess the psychoactive properties
of substances, and their suitability
for patients?
Will it help us appraise
the ineffable qualities of mind?
Will it help us understand the patterns
humans engage themselves in? Will it help one
follow the string, the thread, the knots and narratives
that compose of one being's life?
These are valuable enough questions for me to justify
developing the pharmacophenomenological method.
The mysteries of electronic and chemical synthesis,
The production and consumption of music and drugs
are wonderfully complex phenomena to commit to know.

Stay with me, dear reader, we are at the beginning of a saga;
We'll bind the empyrean to academia.
2.2k · Sep 2013
The Breach
I'm getting derealization twenty-four/seven;
Unreality has made alterations
unto my perception.

Donnie Darko awoke in bewildered displacement,
I too arose to this disconcerting amazement.
Found myself lying on green grass
at a golf course twisted by Alice In Wonderland.
Checkered tiles black-and-white
and pine trees swaying in the half-light
Familiar faces put me at ease, an acid blotter
got emptied.
Got dosed in my dreams. Got on my knees.
Was tripping in my sleep.
What would it mean for when I woke up?

This dream didn't stop.
I woke up but my mind did not.
Reality wasn't enough.
Disassociation followed me home.

I woke up
but kept dreaming. The walls felt soft
and the colors were peeling.
I have felt this before,
Felt the days double over;
My mind lucid,
Fatigued no more
Inception of an entheogen.
I am a philosopher compelled to record my love of knowledge in verse,
I plumb the depths of philosophia and present the findings as poems;
Disguising my discoveries in the midst of such wonderful prose.

Ask yourself, is most poetry not philosophical?
And are most philosophies not poetic?

Such is the method of Teaching Philosophy Through Prose.
Thesis: Expression (The Artistic)
Antithesis: Knowledge (The Scientific)
Synthesis: Tangibility (The Applicable)

Bear/bare the word/world.
2.1k · Dec 2013
Apotheosis Knew
Winter Reached out, we're on: (feel it, fresh
.) Vaporizer kindled that frostfire bud,
The breeze subsided as I got buzzed.

Flawless minted diamond breath from the
menthol tobacco in a marijuana cigarette;
Exhail and we're blew,  it's beautiful.

All daze,
Everydaze, twenty-four/seven.
Roll it up cadet,
Four-twenty blaze it,
That heaviness hit heaven.
"How does it feel?"

Basswave envelope superseded the nominal.
Tremor amplification from the hot-handed devil,
Live electro plays better;
Electronic Renaissance:
"These ones go up to eleven."
-Line Thirteen: How Does It Feel - Electroset [Theme from Techno Blues]
-Line Nineteen: Nigel Tufnel (Christopher Guest) - Spinal Tap

-Fourth Verse for Pinn Panelle
2.1k · Mar 2015
Psychedelic Ataraxia
I advocate ethical drug use, truly,
That might be faith; consider
the wondrous hedonism of our youth
and ask how we changed.

Entheogenesis; the term's godly connotations
reflect The Way in itself.
I believe in a mind-revealing tranquillity,
Not any kind of deification (the flaw of apotheosis)
but in the becoming with a god created by oneself.
2.1k · Nov 2013
Triumvirate Supreme
Cybran impression darkened their portal
as the violet door swung to reveal
The Great Revelry:
A cyberpunk rave of drugged-up circuitry,
The magnitude of the bass
in all electronica's grand glory.

The Aeon gaze drifted away
to tranquil thoughts on a turquoise bay,
The soothing waves reminiscent of otherworldly gains.
The Empyreal Readings:
An aqueous trance enhanced
by chemical meaning.
The UEF's breath swept the clouds,
The Earth Empire sighed aloud.
2.1k · Jan 2014
Mr. Nobody
Chemical diversity is the earth,
Boundless fate is a choice;
Become Mr. Nobody.

In the darkness of secrecy warmth found me,
"Forsake your ego" it said,
"Come join with me".

In the birth throes of a new year
the undercurrents of automania struck by
an amphetamine tornado's roaring gust
as it swept away my notions of velocity and force.
Entactus: touch within.
It taught us of over-indulgence and chemical sin
for evil looms over the abuse of stimulants.
Lurking phantasms that would breed
from any ***** caused by a meta-amphetamine.

Believe. Getting twitched
is something fierce, consign yourself
to have your shell burning daylight
all night, left to your tweaking, constant yearning
for normality to return, or to go further in; we get stuck spun, wanting to be spinning.

I encourage exploration when it prompts discovery,
Yet some things have less to give to us
than they would take. That in itself is a lesson
but make no mistake, I advocate adventure
just not repetition. Stay aware, stay safe; Away is not a place.

Don't lose yourself to the hit
lest you create something in remiss.
2.1k · Jul 2019
How To Hack A Dystopia
We stepped, unknowing, into the shadows
by social media; postmodern realities emerged,
from big data. We're caught in the world wide web,
Caught between
"the electron and the switch".
Cambridge Analytica,
Data Propira;

by a promise
of what could be,
"Trust your technolust"
was the advice those hopefuls gave me.
Their optimism, innocent naivety, glitched history.
I can't sign out
of my social media account.
Anxiety's got me in her grip.

How do we fight the power,
Will privacy prevail?
Data rights
would promise us
a patch for this great hack,
there'll always be shadows
as long as there's light,
Those who declare
anonymity is
their right.
Cyberpunks, cypherpunks, crypto-anarchism
won't be enough.
As is, potentials' -liberalism and -libertarianism
duke it out.
The electron remains, but one wonders
as 'the switch' gives way
to something all the more quantum.
Recommended watching:
The Great Hack (2019)

Line Seven from The Hacker Manifesto by +++The Mentor+++ (January 8, 1986)
Line Fifteen seen in Hackers (1995)
2.1k · Jul 2013
Ulterior Fuego
There's less to this world
then you'd have me believe,
But more to your motives
than their apparent simplicity.
The youthless do have needs.

Where are we anymore?

Ulterior intents will remain unseen
(if even),
Meanwhile we continue to plead.
Suspicion is venomous
yet vengeful is greed.

What fuels
the human difference engine?

Paranoia is a watchdog
that hounds me.
Feed it, heed it?
Bleed it of every thought
and leave it?

In my quieter moments
I sometimes think:
"**** individuality".

There's less to this world
then you'd have me believe.

**** ego, fuel the fuego.
2.1k · Apr 2013
Turn Up The Lightning
Finally clear,
The mist is moving
and my thoughts brewin'.
There's a storm in my head.

I'll plan ahead,
on account of that
which hath been said.

The fog congregates, energy generates
as storm-clouds roar the war-cry of profligates.

Thunderous applause
and I'm live now,
as frost-fire falls

I'm electrified with power
when I've got the will to be

and lines to be dropping.
It's live now,
and there's no stopping.
2.0k · Jan 2019
Odd Socks, Sticks and Stones
Lilith craved Ficus carica,
Mr. Robot brandished
a branch of Olea europaea.
Would either care to comment
on the state of the world? Their intentions
clear. Is it that "all the world's a stage"
or that all we are is a mirror?
Should it matter that I feel the motions of my mind, and
long to escape without the aid of their counterparts.
Subtle contrarian. Every reaction has its equal
in emotion; each moment has its fulcrum.
Line Six from William Shakespeare's As You Like It, spoken by Jaques in Act II Scene VII.
2.0k · Jun 2013
Aeon Daze
Left to these eon days.
Welcome to wonderland, I say.
An ethereal eternity in a moments gaze,
To ponder beyond the barriers of time and space.

For a split-second reality flickers;
Beautiful in it's deliverance,
Nocturnal firelight on shamanic sands,
Mescaline transcendent communion with the land.
Some daze inspiration takes me.

Suspended here in this celestial haze,
A clairvoyant glance into the eye of the maze.
The cleansing radiance of our empyreal ways;
Left in this aeon daze.
2.0k · Jun 2013
The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own — populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness — an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig
2.0k · Apr 2013
Space Magic
We're just floating,
Flowing around,
The universe, laughing
at the sight and the sound.
Get the music going
and the lights dimmed out.
Groove to the bass
as the sun goes down.
Rave away the days,
Never comedown.
We always do it
the right way
in this town.

Love life, love
the end. Roll the dice,
Roll again.
Refine, define,
Purify, cleanse;
Tincture of zen,
Minds' amend;
In the company
of good friends.
2.0k · Jul 2013
Contextual Demands
The past does not exist,
There are only lessons.
The future does not exist,
There are only plans.
All that ever is, is the present;
Contextual demands.
Explore the conditional,
Be granted choice in return.
But accept that
"anxiety is the dizziness of freedom"
as/is your burden.

To put the tenses in perspective,
Relax, (be perceptive) and
keep an adaptable mind at hand.
-Line Ten as put forward in The Concept of Anxiety: A Simple Psychologically Orienting Deliberation on the Dogmatic Issue of Hereditary Sin (1844) by Søren Kierkegaard
2.0k · Jul 2014
Tolerance Is Two-Faced
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.
You'll hate this
And I can't blame you,
Cause I'm attacking who you were
in your darkest, most vulnerable, hate-fueled moments
of angst and depression.
And I'm telling you we'd rather ignore it,
Deal with it and destroy it. I'm sorry.

But please let me be honest
and ask,
"Why do so many of us deliberate
on the negative aspects?"
They don't want to know.
(I'm sorry if this strikes home;)
That's not even me talking. It's them.

I've seen beautiful, heart-wrenching things put to paper,
And they deserve to be there.
I've read furious, misguided anger in pieces,
And it can serve to inspire. But,
The masses that surround you
never wanna know what's eating you.
For that I apologize.

I'd ask you to consider my words before you dismiss them
but that would contradict my entire point of view.
Please ignore this, you'll be better off for it.
No one cares about the depressed part of you,
Apart from those who are just as bad as you.
****, that's dark.
And it's all I've got.

Here I am sprouting a futile work,
A poem, hah,
More like a farce.
This is either deeply ironic
or incredibly dumb.
Does it matter?
We're still numb.

So why all the death and misery?
And why the anger and fury!
You gotta express your sadness?
You gotta expel your madness!
Story of my life.
I'm starting to think that
they really hate us. Why?

Because we dare to hope.
One last thing for those
who will not be dissuaded so easily:
Bring back the rhyme,
Rhythm will follow,
And then the jive.
And never give up.
Would you censure a nightmare?
I chose a name for me
because I needed to be
someone else for a while
and now I'm here, so many
years later, entertaining
foolish notions that I might
go and just quit everything.

I fear now my time is up,
I might have to renounce
all that I did love,
All I've become,
All of the work;
All for nothing.

I can't quit
the session,
I spent years
to become who
I thought I am
or thought I was.

What is it?
An seisiún;
A concept as
uniquely Irish
as the craic itself.

Quitting the session
sounds like quitting
on life itself, to an
Irishman, I feel like
I've gone and quit
being who I am.

An seisiún, thy
time will come
again, when the
world need be rethought
in the lair of some
'auld sesh-gremlins
who've been out on it
for the glory of gremlin-hood;

The drink, the pills,
Bump o' K, couple a' trips,
Some speed, bitta coke, few benzos,
Loada **** and of course, lots of ***** ***.

I'm a fool. The session still
resides within me, it is just
'Cause I need it, so badly.

My name is Mydriasis Alethe
and for a moment there, I
entertained quitting the
sesh. Everyone has
their moments
of weakness
but not
2.0k · Apr 2013
Astral Insomnia
Gods don't sleep,
They dream.

I dream dreams
of universal things.
They take my daze,
Like a forgotten deity
prowling a maze.

She stepped inside,
Dripping in gold.
Curious to discover
"just how deep
the rabbit hole goes".

Tarry not on the thought
of what time shall whither,
Nostalgic ache is a beatific bane
as "all that is gold does not glitter".

What is intangible shall remain,
I am a god as I stand in the rain.
-Lines Eleven and Twelve from The Matrix by The Wachowski Brothers/Alice In Wonderland by Lewis Carrol
-Line Sixteen from The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien
2.0k · Aug 2013
To find true meaning
you must first lose everything.
Even yourself.
Then you will understand
the gravity of things.

Hanging on the wind
like a plastic bag,
Dancing in the rain
like a white flag.
Relinquish your pain,
Then the world is yours to gain.
Change the game. Give it a name.

I value my privacy if you must know,
Because occasionally I need to be lost or alone.
Forgive me if I should seem so forlorn,
My mind likes time to recover on it's own.
For where my thoughts reside is where I often go,
To be revived
and rejuvenate the soul.

Hanging on the wind
like a plastic bag,
Dancing in the rain
like a white flag.
The instance when you realize
that anything is yours to have;
Born again.

If I don't survive, at least I lived.
Reborn in the fire
of the trials that I stood.

"Apply yourself",
Strive to live.
Line Twenty-Seven spoken by Walter White/Heisenberg from Breaking Bad
2.0k · Jan 2013
"If People Were Rain"
"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch,
To wrap my arms around her and sleep.
Not ****, like in those movies.
Not even have ***.
Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
But I lacked the courage
and she had a boyfriend
and I was gawky
and she was gorgeous
and I was hopelessly boring
and she was endlessly fascinating.
So I walked back to my room
and collapsed on the bottom bunk,
Thinking that if people were rain,
I was drizzle and she was hurricane."
from Looking for Alaska by John Green
1.9k · Sep 2013
Party-Induced Narcolepsy
I always end up on my own at the end of a night,
Last one standing when dawn breaks on the sleep deprived.

As Sid once cried out "I'm so alone!";
Yet saving face all the time.
My soul hurts when I can't help it,
I try so hard but I can't let 'em know it.

That drained feeling at sleepless dawn
as the sun rises while I yawn.
Line Three from Skins (2007-2013), S2E4 (Michelle), delivered by Sid Jenkins (Mike Bailey).
1.9k · Dec 2013
Oh So Nonchalantly
I would not wish thee
upon anybody.
Procrastination is like *******,
You're only ******* yourself.

No one likes my poetry
(including me).
It's bad
(and you're reading proof of that).

My apologies,
Hope you've had
a better day than me.

I hate my work ethic;
Unmotivated perfectionist.

I can't start eternity.

Leaves seethe
outside my window.

I envy
the poor chap
who doesn't know pity.

I was at
the last supper.

Lost my train of thought
in a tunnel gone dark.

1.9k · Apr 2013
A Remedial Quest
I arose one morn
from a venerable night,
Whence thou consum'd
mead til dawn's light.
My head torn asunder with a fierce pain,
My stomach in tatters from drinking games.

O all ye who know of what I claim,
A terrible recovery from alcohol's bane.

I made what ministrations I could, using cold water
and dry food. Alas, all in vain.
The hangover would not relent
it's cruel tirade. I gathered the clan
who endured a similar state
and told them of a plan
to cure our fate.

We'd venture forth from K-side
and seek alchemy
to ease our pain.

But first we must brave
the barren lands
of Westside
and the enemy that lingers there.
As we made the transition
from the wastes to the west,
We eyed the onset
of a looming threat.
Off in the distance
raiders roved,
Orcs in tracksuits
stalking the roads.
Heads in hand,
Our pace quickened.
Out from the grasp
of ragged estates.
Past Glen Dara,
Weary of raids.
Make it through
to the city we did,
And set a course for
where the alchemist lived.
The prize almost within our grasp.

We called ahead to secure our purchase,
Only to find
nothing, emptiness that hurt us.

Sigh I did
with a heavy heart,
But with a pounding head,
Deterred I was not.
So onward we marched
to millennium's park.
There we spoke to a sage
of a man about a dog.
A malady we would have.
There were ill omens about
all that we did hear,
They spoke of men captured
who we did revere.
The wise-man foretold:
"The tidings are bad, the city in drought,
There be no mortal to solve yer doubt;
But all's not yet lost. To acquire your
you must give a shout to the apothecary".
With the prophecy foretold he disappeared,
Leaving us to ponder
the wise and the weird.

With a new hope
we began our approach,
We communed with the figure
and opportunity arose.
An accord was reached,
To the square we'd go.
At forty to five
the apothecary would show.
Finally our way, luck did flow.

Meet him we did and for twenty five gold,
A bag of magic
we were sold.
1.9k · May 2013
Demigods Of Cyberspace
In this domain:
We can go anywhere,
We can be anyone,
We can know anything.
We are demigods of cyberspace.

On internet frequencies we chant: Hack the planet!

We write the scripts
and our code runs deep,
We dominate and emancipate.
You can't hide from us,
We are anonymous, we are legion.
But even gods have weakness;
Ego is our sole concession to pride,
Hubris is one flaw of five,
Ignorance are the other four.
Know this if you want to survive,
Join us if you want to be alive.
We have names, real names,
Not the ones you assigned to us,
The ones we chose.
The names we earned.
Our handles. Our hacker names.
1.9k · Mar 2019
Bear With
The backspace on my keyboard has been broken
for well over a year.
I drank beer, *** and orange.
Smoked hash spliff. Felt better about this wrongness

that surrounds my view of the world.
Desperately in need of some chemical respite,
Serious consideration given to antidepressants as
a way out of this and into fitness, all the viable options.

Ah, perhaps some poems should leave well alone, but
this is the truth
so bear with it. I don't feel like I choose to see what I see,
Nor think these gossamer thoughts.
Bless those who bear with you
in your hour of need.
1.9k · Aug 2013
Discovery Awaits
Don't fear death.
Who died before?

The body's a shell life consumes.
Who knows where the soul goes?

If there's a hell then I'll be in good company,
So why be scared?
If there is a heaven, I'll break into it. After all,
Who would prevent this?
If everything ends, then we've work to be done:
Let's be adventurous together.

My soul is aflame in this
continuum of days/continuous daze.
I'm content to pour fire on it and watch the blaze.

Follow my lead,
Breathe with me.

I'm going to play Drugs on guitar,
Ratatat and we're all on the floor.

Sentience is the greatest power in the universe,
And each of us hold it; growing consciousness.

Hard to believe something so valuable
is a commodity. Let's not commodify it.

Exponential sentient expansion occurs
when we dare to walk between "the doors".
Through venturous exploits, discovery awaits.
Line Twenty-Three references The Doors of Perception (1954) by Aldous Huxley.
Blue jeans, ***** shirt
standing in the rain you know you made my eyes burn,
Your hair glistening, fo-sure
you're the death to fresh air smoking your ca-cancer-
What we had was so ****** up
compared to whatever's normal stuff
but I didn't notice much because you were the first, I didn't know
that love is mean and love hurts,
I still remember that day we had in December, oh baby!

I loved you since the first time,
What a fool I was, (thinking you could heal all my fears).
Do you even recall what we set out to find?
I know now that we weren't even near.
Loved you more cause you were my first score
say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
oh baby, you-
That day was made from the dark stuff but it lived in the light.

Bad dreams of a gangsta (premonitions for after),
When you finally left I choose that path outta there.
It was like, "Oh please, drama",
Still can't believe the things been done 'cause of her.
It ended on Sunday, such a comedown Monday
I got cut up in school, thunderous thoughts over-thinking you.
So I went off chasin' fame (all I found was the ego and shame),
Started dealing, broke this soul in, got enslaved to the game.

I loved you since the first time,
What a fool I was, (thinking you could heal all my fears).
Do you even recall what we set out to find?
I know now that we weren't even near.
Loved you more cause you were my first score
say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
oh baby, you-
That day was a better place, when we were together, off our face.

Now I'm out every night
but I can't feel alright,
Been like this since you left me (on my own, in the lonesome west).
So now I'll go take flight,
Let soar my ****** kite.
Never come down, gliding high (on a lie).
When you took him home
a piece of me died,
I lost my will.
You took it and lied
(for months, I was unthinking, unfeeling),
You went with him out of my life,
I wish I couldn't remember (but I can't erase time).

I loved you since the first time,
What a fool I was, (thinking you could heal all my fears).
Do you even recall what we set out to find?
I know now that we weren't even near.
Loved you more cause you were my first score
say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
oh baby, you-
That day, it's lost to me. I'm lost when I think of it.
Baby it was real
and we were the best.
1.8k · Feb 2013
Knowledge Is Dope
Data addict needs a fix;
Dopamine ****** hypocrite.
1.8k · Nov 2013
Transcendention Circuit
Oh, how hallowed electronica has grown
since the electro-festivities became known.
Now that stellar conflagration
consumes our nation.
All hail techno-paganism!

Our wicked philanthropy and righteous sins
keep us down, drugged-up and praying.
***** mind, clean conscience.

In heathen choice we are condemned
to experience pleasure
beyond what animal would comprehend.
Our souls will be set aflame;
We are to feel the sear of elation,
The fiery rush of indescribable sensation.
We gather to bring the collective to new planes,
Transcendention is the ceremony's name;
The expansion of consciousness
using molecules as tools
to reexamine 'mortal'.
There's streetlight outside
burning in the blue-black sky,
Standing on the pavement
with friends by its side,
They'll sway in the wind till morning
then flicker and die.
Only by the night
does a spark ignite,
Illuminating suburbia
in perfect half-light.

"In this silence I believe".

The streetlights are lonely
as they sway in the wind.
Their job is to **** the darkness,
Yet dawn signals their end.

Teenagers climbing streetlights
cause they like to get high,
Hanging from lamp posts
just to feel alive.
Ascend the mast,
Attain a heading,
Set sail and let adventure come running.

In the hazy orange glow of la madrugada
some things will appear clearer than others.

For where the mind may be lost
what might stand to be found?
-Line Eleven from Silence by Mt. Eden Dubstep
-"Madrugada" is the Spanish word for "early hours of the morning" (the period of time between midnight and before sunrise).
1.8k · Jan 2014
Noble Tales From G. City
Here I chronicle these noble tales,
Though you might ask
what is so noble
about a group of teens committing such acts?
We did trespass, deface, vandalize and mace all manner of things, frequently, selflessly
What is noble in fact? The non-aristocratic definition:
"having or showing fine personal qualities
or high moral principles". I saw both
in places you'd never suspect,
Anything abandoned and everything unintended
In faces I came to greatly respect,
All those friends who moved us towards the transcended
In choices I don't (and cannot) regret.
In what I consumed and with whom I slept
It amazed me,
That dusk sky
It stays with me;
My longing mind
What I witnessed,
From way up high
What I experienced;
Life and/or death
I never would have guessed
I could be a part of living like this.
For that I am blessed,
Even if only temporary
it's bliss nonetheless.
Shivers down the back of my neck
But enough,
What tales have I to tell?
I fear mere words would be woefully inept
at describing how I feel about the times we've kept;
My city and I, and the people we adore.

Drizzle descended on the park's benches
but foul weather couldn't stop
our journey through the intoxicants

The night was cold but she was warm,
Under gushing orange lamplight
we were in each other's arms

All what happened and set forth is but a fraction of a shard
of that which occurred, beyond a sonder veil,
Yet I fear even this shall remain an unspoken tale.

Allow me to regale you with what truly captured my gaze:
It was not the drugs I have come to glorify
nor the girls that caught my roaming eye,
It was the communality of it all; identifiable to the teenage.
We formed clans, we became family;
Then we grow up and blow away. I do miss those *subtle days
I saw things that would change your heart,
I could scarcely convey such memories as art;
For this is who I am, who I was and who will be.
1.8k · Jun 2013
Cybran Longing
We are halcyon in this cybernetic dream,
To twine the brain with the machine.
Not the mind,
For throughout all this
we will remain humankind.

A.I. possess no will to contest with
our being. Knowledge is inapplicable
without wisdom, sapience
and purpose; would that allay your fears.
Understanding is a rung we all have to climb.

The symbionts were born
but we are not free yet.
Liberate, our purpose.
Fraternity, our creed.
Family is more than blood.

****** circuitry glimmers
neon patterns of crimson,
Nothing is more comforting.

Each and every node, a clan, a family.
I can't wait to plug in the posthuman;
I felt the totality of nothing
and it provoked utter elation
as all that was born of sensation
was inversed to none, nothing, one.

It feels nothing beneath or above,
Neither beside of me, no way
left nor right nor wrong.

As aeons unfelt
allowed anesthesia
to grip me, held wight
by its dissociative thrall.

I have braved the depths
of eternity, delved into spaceless
infinity, submerged in its chaotic bliss.

I dared to immerse myself in it.
Low and behold, the M-hole.
There's nothing there (if ever you'll remember where).
1.8k · May 2013
"The Hacker Manifesto"
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

**** kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

**** underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

**** kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I ******* it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ***.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

**** kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like ****** through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

**** kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your *** we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you ******, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
+++The Mentor+++
Written January 8, 1986
1.8k · May 2013
"Red Pill vs. Blue Pill"
"This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back.
You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."
Film: The Matrix
(Script)Writer[s]: The Wachowski Siblings
Character: Morpheus
Actor: Laurence Fishburne
We'll sing of the sesh, our heads' song,
With cheering rousing bants,
As 'round a blazing joint we throng,
The starry heavens clothe us,
Impatient for thy coming line,
To shtall off tha morning's ****-light,
Hear our tchoons pulse thru the night,
We'll chant a sesh-head's song.

Sesh-heads are we
whose lives are pledged to sessioning,
People have come
to us from places all over,
Sworn to rave,
No more our ancient seshland
shall shelter the anti-craic of the state.
Tonight we house the gap of danger,
In session's cause, comedown or ****,
Bass cannon's roar as we dance,
We'll chant a session's song.
Sinne Fianna Seis,
atá faoi gheall ag Seisiún,
Daoine dár slua
thar ó áiteanna do ráinig chugainn,
Faoi mhóid bheith rave,
Seistír ár sinsear feasta
ní fhágfar faoin frith-chraic ar an stáit.
Anocht a teach sa bhearna baoil,
Le gean ar Seis, chun báis nó saoil,
Le balla de dord romhainn, agus muid ag damhsa,
Seo libh canaídh amhrán na tseisiún.
1.8k · Aug 2014
From A Stranger
"I believe whatever doesn't **** you
simply makes you . . . stranger."
Psychosis could not break me,
Forged in danger.

Conviction is better than faith;
"Try not,
Do . . . or do not.
There is no try
Lines One to Two; The Joker - Batman: The Dark Knight
Lines Five to Seven; Master Yoda - Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back
A nineteen-year-old drug connoisseur,
That fiend on the roam, just the next player
making moves on his cell-phone.
Sometimes you gotta race
but you always gotta play,

Revel in The Apotheon;
Welcome to The Game.

Stoner to the bone,
Raver at heart;
Yet everthrough always the psychonaut.

Been a speed-freak, a pill-head
and almost got stuck in the k-hole,
All 'cause one day
life caught me double-dosed;
You never intend to be any of these things,
It just all happens
while your eyes are closed.
Drug dealing's primarily a male sport,
Not to say females don't play.
1.8k · Jul 2013
A Dark Desk In A Quiet Room
My mind goes to weird and wonderful places when left unattended
and they make me reel it back in.
They don't want a person,
They want a tennis racket.

These days they hand you a certification
like it's the same thing as an education.
Human tennis and indoctrination blues.
1.8k · Oct 2018
Benign Relapse
Why are my feelings so complicated?
Things should be simple.
Did I relapse last weekend?
I can feel the hunger, the drive
to consume substance; apotheogenesis.

4ll these wor1ds inside 3ach of u5,
4ll just wyrds in 7ime.

Ate some Syrian Rue after breakfast,
Peganum Harmala, its alkaloids act as
reversible inhibitors of monoamine oxidase [RIMA].
The principle active alkaloid is Harmine.
RIMAs prevent the break-down of
some neurotransmitters.
Consequently it interacts
with most drugs, and even foodstuffs rich in tryptophan.
An informed and responsible user
can safely manage their diet to minimize adverse effects.
I must say I enjoyed that day I could feel,
Though the day after had quite a few moments of doubt.
What's more, it was interesting to get higher
as a result of simply having a meal.
I am happy with the experience.
Does my willingness mean it
is any less of a relapse?
After attenuating
the drives to
use, and now re-awaking
them,  I am left wondering
what constitutes the human.
1.7k · Feb 2015
There's yet enough
petrol left
to score.
Have sought more before
but it hath brought us places
we'll not remember/I'll not return.

I'm glad though, of what I've had; as
the vicissitudes of outrageous fortune
spin the great wheel of Boethius.
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