If you have gleamed a piece of the code from the Strangbrew, then you have been brought to bear on our Society and we will call you Jack. I have ripped a page from Wasghdas, the 20th Century incarnation of that metamorphisis:
...Sweet freedom from time immemorable–yes, he is the beacon who with no more concept of time left–past future present all the same coal lump–ultimate incomprehensibility; there is superfluous freedom in placing the self in category, in space but outside of time, no categorization based on where come from whence going to–dropping or rising–skip out of now to fall into any day–this space is so real (un) and crystallized images of a pet alligator, the world planet–HERE no one is worried about somewhere but the crazy paranoid who has had his fill with here and anywhere is preferable–and what is there to fear in (un)reality those demons loosed by unchecked in the imagination can be uncompared by everything in the HERE–the here is so tame now–if there was ever a person like fog his name was buried underwater–liquid mediums are the most conducive for time freedom, we have water (fluid) in our brains and our souls getting feet wet–buried underwater with no swimming all struggle must be avoided only floating–inwards or outwards–this mind will feel nothing for those trapped linear two-dimensional then and now or tomorrow or before–such socio-apathy! But in dream there is integrity in life seeking inner dreamscapes infected by human life minds screaming image event sound and no touch floating in a sea out of R.E.M. to unclog synaptic–sleep feeling just like being awake and sleeping sleep–like liquid pooools–who can say whether little baby is scared the first time–been alive for hardly anytime early hours all structure and blocks, pissing and screaming, all of a sudden–eyes closing heart seeping breath slowing–like freezing to death on a cold mountaintop–does it learn dreams of the womb death! is only feared for lack of birth! followed by dreams.
The run-on sentence is of no consequence, I insist!
|
