Looking Back

[willows_song]

A short month has passed, and what seems like forever is now the taker of time. Rob and I came home a little early. I am tired and need to regenerate, so I'm taking on a comatoast state for a couple of days. Comatoast means going into a coma/getting toasty. Hookahville is around the corner

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[bootdevil]

I would just like to state in reference to the Mark-pics... that i had been kidnapped by aliens again (it's Mississippi, c'mon... you know it's real) and they INFLATED me. I'm actually very very skinny and such, but the aliens keep kidnapping me and inflating me. They use the navel, you perverts. The perverted aliens are more for Kansas

[willows_song]

A cookie for slim. :P Mark is beautiful! The aliens really like you.
Been sneezing a lot lately. Put up the protective force fields and please remove Celine, it is of no use, like a gap for easy access in the sneeze red zone.
We'll camp there again for sure. We HAVE to! I'm excited about the upcoming visit. Thinking about renting a hermit apartment just for this winter.

[socraticlaughtr]

Awesome photographic skills again. I saved a few.
Oh, and I may write some poetry about one or two.
Maybe I'll Seus one just for fun!

[willows_song]

Thank you!
That'll be so awesone! Can't wait to see them! Hehe, I'm working on your painting some more. :) "Things r gonna be differnt 'round this neck of the woods."

[socraticlaughtr]

Things r gonna be differnt 'round this neck of the woods.

Hmmm?
Wha'cha mean?

[willows_song]

"Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange!" That's a David Bowie song. You know what I mean. Me being focused. :)

[bootdevil]

you're at hookahville. and you are sooooo stoned. and you're calling me but we keep getting cut off cuz you're in the middle of nowhere haha.

i miss you too, baby. i can't wait to come up and see you.

your speech is way slurred when you're on shrooms haha.

*sends psychic snuggles in place of bad-cellphone-connection*

maybe you know i'm thinking of you even tho' you keep getting cut off.

sometimes psychic transmission stations are much more reliable than cell-phone towers. that's because they broadcast backwards in time and any problems they have are usually fixed before they actually happen. they're all over the place, you have to catch them in the corner of your eye tho. down here they're kinda like skinny orange ziggaruts... but in MICH they might be different. psychic transmission stations that is.

OOOOOOrrrr... we could just be insane. that's always possible too.

[willows_song]

It WAS kinda odd how you knew about the stars. *eyes you suspiciously* Mark, are you invading my brain again? Or maybe it was those aliens. Or we could just be insane.

I just found out that the Crocodile Hunter was killed by a stingray today. He had that coming.

[bootdevil]

i think bits of me are lodged in your brain, and vice versa. i think i get the "layers of light" thing really... tho' on a most basic level (eyes, heads, over there, faux-sky, sky, beyond etc.) moreso than what it means to you and how the vision brought it across to you.

i find that visions speak in a wholly different language, one which doesn't neccesarily even have words (OR imagry, i've had "visions" w/o words OR visuals... they just kinda... were haha).

i love invading your brain. i like to lay on your corpus collosum and gently stroke your hippocampus.

you've got the sexiest pituitary and the most beautiful pineal gland.

[willows_song]

And we continue to lodge.

I know that it doesn't mean those things in a logical sense or anything, but the act of seeing myself moving up through those layers and being in space was a transcendental experience. I love how varied visions are, and they can/do speak different languages, sometimes you can't even take them back with you.

My brain enjoys the activity. :)