— (via modernhepburn)
Foot steps among brain waves, riding and diving with grace of flight
conjure up contextual abstractions based around pseudo subtext made visual via catalysts cautiously consumed among moonlit baseboards.
Recounts of former textual input and recorded reproductions of historical syntax
A new prospect of gradual assimilation to ones surrounding geographic terra firma and atmospheric variations on the particulate census.
Experiencing the experimental side to living out biological feedback. A looped organization soon split spirals into reflective paradox.
Minor attributable increase, a social enzyme to replicative processes and essential homeostatic consumption rates.
Further the logarithmic paternal pattern and one stumbles onto enriched visual perceptibility interlaced with higher degrees of photon traction.
Whisked away on wonderous wayward synapses.
Obligatory supine strongholds
With out bars to be held an assumption of pulled punches found to be off basic instinct.
Newly formed feelings of predisposed forethought…
Over whelmed with wealth of knowledge, a side effect of conscious will and phantasmagoric extra dimensional extroversion amid superimpositions of full spectrum micro-cosmic validation.
Circuitous routes to attaining the unattainable, only temporary temporal shifts that wait along anxious embodiments of bygone eras.
Dimensional redshift, a flux in phase, falling skywards along an interconnection with new territory.
I think the real test of psychedelics is what you do with them when you’re not on them, what kind of culture you build, what kind of art, what kind of technologies…
What’s lacking in the Western mind is the sense of connectivity and relatedness to the rest of life, the atmosphere, the ecosystem, the past, our children’s future. If we were feeling those things we would not be practicing culture as we are."
— Terence McKenna (via loluum)