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There is a florescent glow to the room, Our energy echoes off the walls. I am numb, Floating above the world, I see it all. My magic carpet ride is the expansion of thought. I’m lying on the crimson velvet, Looking up at myself, and I ponder What is? What isn’t? Who Am I? Thoughts, ideas, and revelations erupt from my core. It hits me like an emotional pain killer, Nothing makes sense, though everything is understandable. Life is an unsolvable mystery. We have not the technology, We cannot rebuild him, We have no Sherlock, There is no magic key. Tools are gained as we progress, But regress is our fool. Being lost is an understatement, Though finding is our ultimate goal.
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Sep 15, 2009
Sep 15, 2009 at 4:08 AM UTC
Black Light Exposure
There is a florescent glow to the room, Our energy echoes off the walls. I am numb, Floating above the world, I see it all. My magic carpet ride is the expansion of thought. I’m lying on the crimson velvet, Looking up at myself, and I ponder What is? What isn’t? Who Am I? Thoughts, ideas, and revelations erupt from my core. It hits me like an emotional pain killer, Nothing makes sense, though everything is understandable. Life is an unsolvable mystery. We have not the technology, We cannot rebuild him, We have no Sherlock, There is no magic key. Tools are gained as we progress, But regress is our fool. Being lost is an understatement, Though finding is our ultimate goal.
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dresnic
Sep 15, 2009
Sep 15, 2009 at 4:08 AM UTC
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