I am of the firm belief that there is no 'rational' world, in the sense that there is no stable solid 'physical' world. In a single person's existence i have noticed levels of realities one encounters ( Read more... )

nobody ever said it was easy....
no one ever said it would be this hard....
oh, take me back to the start....

the sleeper awakes, rubs his eyes and begins to percieve. first there are no symbols, just color and sound. form is a meaningless thing until he can wrap his hands around it taste it smell it. then the symbols work their way in, giving angles and definition, never again to look at a word and not read it, just see color. symbols portray what can be ( Read more... )

In York, Pa., trial is nearing for Matthew Turner, 22, who was arrested last year after pursuing a man for his adrenal gland, which he thought would bring a week-long high if licked or eaten; allegedly, he had stabbed the man in the side, and when the man escaped, Turner chased him relentlessly through town, knife drawn, until police caught him.

Wandering the city last night on my own, walking slower, it seemed, than i ever had before. People, buildings, the city sidewalk moved around me like a dream. Colors highlighted dramatically in the artificial street lights and house lights luminated like ghosts of a reality that was metaphoric rather than tangible.
Eventually to south street, an ( Read more... )

certainly a credit to dimentia. If life were any stranger i'd have to join the Hells Angels.

who is real. thousands of aged once humans crowding around their bright expensive spectacle. they only know what they have known for years and never experience a single day past their mummification. a town frozen in sunlight and breeze from the gulf of mexico. mulling about under the bright glare of the morning eye, seeing nothing. a wrinkled hand ( Read more... )

Glorious dark liquid
necromantic concoction
liquid of life
artificer of awareness
black queen of temptation
Queen Mab's absent companion may never tire
for your vials of inspiration end her dancing

Existence is based on the collective belief we have in it ( Read more... )

Fire burning plastic flowers surrounding fields of fresh blooms taking in the darkness of a dying sun that breaths its last breath on my soul in the hope of a new day. A final day leaping into the sky like burning butterflies of sliver heaven metal. Only the just take their refuge in such fields bringing new life to my aching injured impure heart. ( Read more... )