Words/Wisdom/Bullshit from a cerebrotonic perspective
Monroe Alvarez
I would make this woman a nice picnic
(via lonesomelacowboy)
“ Often times I wonder what my entire consciousness would look like visually represented somehow. Like if you could hook your brain up to a projector, and see all the simultaneous processes at once. Would it be an interconnected web of ideas, emotions, energies, and concepts all operating at one time, each fighting for it’s own individual importance, begging to be surfaced into my conscious mind? Or would it be a massive skyline, each cloud forming and expanding, explaining and creating something new, each independent unit so beautiful and perfect in itself but when part of the greater essence of the sky, turns into an exponentially more amazing piece of art. It’s just like how one note or frequency played by any instrument can sound so full, beautiful and complete on its own, but when a multitude of notes dance around and intertwine they create a different kind of beauty, no more or less beautiful, just beautiful on a different scale, a different octave. Yes, these thoughts can never fully be captured, or explained or understood, but when we focus our attention inward, we discover more than we know
We are growing closer to the center
I try and try to understand more every day.
Lately I have been far too lazy, far too focused on the physical.
We all shed the layers of our beast, until we are nothing but illuminous
No longer focused on human do-ings, I will one day be a human being.
“Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ‘cause the West is the best. And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.”—Alexander Supertramp, May 1992
This piece, this quote..
Fantasmic.
If we could only see what we need to with the same clarity that our eyes give us in this illusion, we might see right through these conclusions, we might give up on our petty delusions and we might live without holding onto these poisons that dilute our true perceptions. We have all of this wisdom inside of whatever it is that we call ourselves, its all inside our cells, contained within our driving emotions, it’s giving us motion sickness, as we fly through this thickness and this density at a higher velocity, growing our speed so perfectly exponentially. In some bottle, on some shelf, in your semi-present non-physical self, there is a lust. A lust to love and lust to be loved. A recycling, a giving and taking of energy, a cyclical journey that keeps us feeling these ups and these downs, these seemingly unpredictable turnarounds, they can all be controlled, you’re controlled by your soul; until you have the maturity to handle the gravity of what it is you are experiencing. One day we’ll all reach that point, and hopefully in time. When we start crossing that ever thinning line, oh how different our lives will be, but oh how it will seem the same, this gradual process is never ending, yes your journey is never ending. Conscious living, conscious dying, conscious trying and ridding yourself of conscious lying.
“ Seeing leads to seeking. Seeking leads to sleeping. Sleeping leads to sinking. Sinking leads to nothing. Nothing leads to everything. And everything to nothing.
I’m working on my telekinesis abilities
Because I think better than I speak
I’m filled with useless information
Toxins, and all these pretty little feelings that we don’t like to even talk about, let’s talk about love and what it means to let yourself open up to the greater existence, oh yes you’re apart of this but a smaller piece than your ego would allow you to believe, oh yes you’re apart from this, in this world but not of it, in this world but not of it.
I am a college drop out.
I live in my parents basement on a futon.
I work in a coffee shop.
I am the cliche.
But,
I make music I love with people I love equally.
I am on the path to enlightenment.
I am happy.
I am conscious.
I means nothing,
But,
I am here.
It’d be cool if it looked like this all the time
(Source: overboarddd, via glittertomb)
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