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I'm tripping on 5 grams of mushies and just watched like 10 episodes of the show "growing pains" on nick@night... i had a good night!

 

that's a weird thing to do on mushrooms.

 

isnt everything done on mushrooms weird?

 

yes. Like seeing Pirate's of the Carribbean II with your parents and all your disapproving christian girlfriends from years ago in high school, while your dad is pouring rum into his pepsi in the theatre bathroom . . . that was a weird one. it was actually an accident.

 

Im eating some grapes....some random chick called me a little shit on the bus today coz i just happened to look at her leg...strange. Anyways, these are two of my poems

the summer evening was as searing as a flame of red
aflame, on the end of a candles wick
the warm wind was caressing as it blew through her hair and kissed her naked body
She gazed at the sunset, the breathtaking scene of the glorious sun
leaving to rest
Cool was the sparkling ocean, alive with waves, like snakes, writhing for all eternity
blessed with the reflection of the summer sun making it shine
like a thousand diamond rings

and the second one

It entered my ears and filled my brain, my throat, my heart and body…
Pulsing through my veins, then escaping through my open Mouth
The floor was softly trembling and I felt like I was soaring, but with my feet firmly on the ground
I closed my eyes, to block out the world, because at that moment
nothing else mattered, no one else mattered

I was alone with the music, and I was a part of the music

I dont really name my poems tho, I am now working on drawing pictures to go with the poetry, really looking forward to that, lol

 

I'm completely inside myself and outside of myself at the same time. I can almost see myself typing this.

The squirrels next door had a funeral for their beloved dead brother who's currently buried under two inches of ice. He was roadkill before the snow came and now he's in an icy grave, somehow humanized by the funeral of frozen condensation.

I can't keep a train of thought because I'm in a released state of mind. That's okay. I like it better this way.

Kids chasing insects
Grownups drinking secretly
This is all a game

I love haikus.

A new peace is here
Disguised a forgotten war
We're all losing it

 

im in a realy weird trip right now.
listening to loreena mckennitt and meditating(maby later ill try astral projection)
well i guess in this shitty life youll have to give your best so ill try.......
i got some flashbacks from 1998-1999 period of war in my country. eight years after i finaly understaind what fucked us up. belive me you cant undestaind how much war sucks untill u live it.
my mother is serbian and father albanian and its pretty weird seeing two nationalities devided and hate eachother.
FUCK THE POLITICS. the politics are not about people any more.
Are we ever gonna stop fighting...?
right now i would like to go on some godforsaken (godmade) island with my guitar playing by the fire in starry sky. not giving damn bout the things on the world.
i guess we all have responsibility to make an contribution to the world... god or bad, thats our choice.
i just hope things will be different.
ja qiva noenen po nejse edhe mos keshni kur e lexoni OK? jom en trip palidhje...

 

try tripping weed... i did last night and it was the most unreal experience ive had so far. everthing turned square and started folding around me.
i didnt like it. but it was just a bad trip

 

It is, I once thought Id listen to some cool music, but I ended up thinking what was music all about, and what was the point to it.

 

Here's a secret about me:

I don't believe in myself. Not where it really counts.

 

Be free!! The only one that can keep you from this is you. Define your path as you see fit. If you want to dance dance, If you want to sing, sing, If you want to be be!!!

 

i havnt washed my hair for 6 months and 3 days. personal record.

 

my father wants me to be standart
my mother wants me to be realistic
they both want me to be easier to understand
but all i want is to be myself
that's the only true thing in this world

 

word.





I'm getting pressured from all sides...some good pressure some bad pressure some I don't know what to do with it.

there are three kinds of people in my life:
those who tell me to be a professional artist
those who tell me to follow a more realistic profession (psychology right now.)
those who tell me to pursue art but keep it as a hobby only.

Stop telling me what to do, people! (although my secret dream IS #1...I think those are my real friends.)

 

tater in a teapot in a show

 

there are three kinds of people in my life:
those who tell me to be a professional artist
those who tell me to follow a more realistic profession (psychology right now.)
those who tell me to pursue art but keep it as a hobby only.

Stop telling me what to do, people! (although my secret dream IS #1...I think those are my real friends.)[/QUOTE]
Do everything you want to...that's the only right thing to do...
we are all pressed
just need to get rid of this

 

Eh, I'm sure you don't ment it like that, but just because they tell you the thing you'd like to do most doesn't mean the others aren't real friends..

 

Kill a faggot for Jesus.

 

Lets all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born.

 

Hm..what I think I meant was that the people who believe in me in areas where I don't believe in myself...those are my real friends. By real friends I mean like soulmates and pillars as opposed to somebody that I just like going out with.

I try not to let the pressure from the people around me get to me...it helps to have those pillar-friends to keep me from giving in to the pressure...also from giving in to the least scary path. Art's scary, everybody!