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Yesterday, I sat on the shores of Acheron. It was before christ or maybe British Columbia hard to tell, my lens was clouded The mushrooms were telling a story. Do you know what story they told me? The truth hurts cause the truth comes from the ******** of bovine And we are all bovine … some sacred … some dinner … some just simply cows And I wish I had bovine spongiform encephalopathy At least then I would have an excuse for being a mad cow or raging bull Either/or, a **** machine is a good thing for this world Because: mushrooms. You have to go in through the out door And Frost told us long ago “The only way out is through” And Rogan gives this knowledge away in the aether via Amber. So what does the gateway into the **** have to say to me? We are the monsters under the bed. The spectre’s lurking in the closets And Yahk, BC is the place where answers get spewn out in chunks and spurts. I thought the only way into the underworld was Grecian. But a warrior poet knows the way, And Chris would always and in all ways die for Bella. Cause what is an eternity without your One It is eternal damnation So across the river our hero goes. He slays everything in his path, beast or brethren Now the illusion is destroyed The underworld is deceased except for one. Residing in the mirror lives the final causality Casualty? Only if you want out. And out is through So you destroy the Self - id, ego, super-ego … you decide Covenant in disarray. And what is born out of it? The river styx no longer But instead … the river phoenix
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
aaronmullin-fb
Shores of Acheron
Yesterday, I sat on the shores of Acheron. It was before christ or maybe British Columbia hard to tell, my lens was clouded The mushrooms were telling a story. Do you know what story they told me? The truth hurts cause the truth comes from the ******** of bovine And we are all bovine … some sacred … some dinner … some just simply cows And I wish I had bovine spongiform encephalopathy At least then I would have an excuse for being a mad cow or raging bull Either/or, a **** machine is a good thing for this world Because: mushrooms. You have to go in through the out door And Frost told us long ago “The only way out is through” And Rogan gives this knowledge away in the aether via Amber. So what does the gateway into the **** have to say to me? We are the monsters under the bed. The spectre’s lurking in the closets And Yahk, BC is the place where answers get spewn out in chunks and spurts. I thought the only way into the underworld was Grecian. But a warrior poet knows the way, And Chris would always and in all ways die for Bella. Cause what is an eternity without your One It is eternal damnation So across the river our hero goes. He slays everything in his path, beast or brethren Now the illusion is destroyed The underworld is deceased except for one. Residing in the mirror lives the final causality Casualty? Only if you want out. And out is through So you destroy the Self - id, ego, super-ego … you decide Covenant in disarray. And what is born out of it? The river styx no longer But instead … the river phoenix
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Standing on the razors edge Is eviscerating to the souls If you stand there long enough Eventually you find the architecture on which you stand From the razors edge You can get perspective As I peered into the underworld I saw ambivalence I then turned and peered into the living world I saw the same I stood there a little longer You bleed to feel alive Peered back into the underworld Ambivalence was gone I got a wink, a like That was curious Turned and peered into the living world Another wink, another like I needed to restructure Nonsensical Maybe the universe did give a **** I had not found my bearings I did find my authentic self What I saw was that my stories mattered If I did not restructure my stories I was going to die and life would be meaningless More or less However, if I let my storytelling gene Fully express itself I could make important changes It's a Wonderful Life
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
aaronmullin-fb
Losing Your Bearings
Standing on the razors edge Is eviscerating to the souls If you stand there long enough Eventually you find the architecture on which you stand From the razors edge You can get perspective As I peered into the underworld I saw ambivalence I then turned and peered into the living world I saw the same I stood there a little longer You bleed to feel alive Peered back into the underworld Ambivalence was gone I got a wink, a like That was curious Turned and peered into the living world Another wink, another like I needed to restructure Nonsensical Maybe the universe did give a **** I had not found my bearings I did find my authentic self What I saw was that my stories mattered If I did not restructure my stories I was going to die and life would be meaningless More or less However, if I let my storytelling gene Fully express itself I could make important changes It's a Wonderful Life
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