Jimilands and Zeppelin heights
Fade away. Fade away, vanish into smooke...
Troubled by the age of four
your latest missions have only accomplished thus much. You must realize that all that has been ceases to be, and that the road ahead,
cloaked in a scent of pleasure, is the road that you must undertake. No sidetracks.
As I'm writing I feel the presence of children. Children amongst men. Infants amongst elders. Those, whose minds are but soulless slaves to
the physical might of the trembling male body. However charming that might sound, I feel as if though the radio is set to an alien
frequency.
Long time, no sea; for nowhere in my latter life has ocean water engulfed my unworthy self.
Unworthy. Is that the word I'm looking for? Unworthy to tread into the beautiful mind; to tread through heaven's threshold. Is that the
price for honesty? Is that the price for letting both material and mental wealth become public domain?
Public domain, because it essentially derives from nature?
I wonder. Since a product, however materialistic its uses, is not only consisting of natural minerals from mother earth, but is also an idea. Ideas are mother nature's spiritual currency, whilst raw material remains its physical.
Speaking of such things: Where the fuck is my Physical Grafitti. I swear I know where it's hiding. Come out and play, eh?
On further notes, a VERY good film was consumed. So good, in fact, that I've decided to put some away for a future day, sometime after May when there's simply nothing left to say but good night and good day.
... Fade away. Fade away, break the crystal boooooOOOOOOOWL YAH
It's the SIIIGN
Troubled by the age of four
your latest missions have only accomplished thus much. You must realize that all that has been ceases to be, and that the road ahead,
cloaked in a scent of pleasure, is the road that you must undertake. No sidetracks.
As I'm writing I feel the presence of children. Children amongst men. Infants amongst elders. Those, whose minds are but soulless slaves to
the physical might of the trembling male body. However charming that might sound, I feel as if though the radio is set to an alien
frequency.
Long time, no sea; for nowhere in my latter life has ocean water engulfed my unworthy self.
Unworthy. Is that the word I'm looking for? Unworthy to tread into the beautiful mind; to tread through heaven's threshold. Is that the
price for honesty? Is that the price for letting both material and mental wealth become public domain?
Public domain, because it essentially derives from nature?
I wonder. Since a product, however materialistic its uses, is not only consisting of natural minerals from mother earth, but is also an idea. Ideas are mother nature's spiritual currency, whilst raw material remains its physical.
Speaking of such things: Where the fuck is my Physical Grafitti. I swear I know where it's hiding. Come out and play, eh?
On further notes, a VERY good film was consumed. So good, in fact, that I've decided to put some away for a future day, sometime after May when there's simply nothing left to say but good night and good day.
... Fade away. Fade away, break the crystal boooooOOOOOOOWL YAH
It's the SIIIGN
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