Thought is Energy (think about it)
posted by CUZED at 9:07 PM
Friday, October 13, 2006
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like a wave that's cresting, or a chest that's breasting or a cunt's that hairy, or smooth like the wall. like the day before christmas, the x after malcom, the y before why not, that bitch is so tall. when the world is like fucking, the birds are bees thrusting, the cow's in the meadow, and the jump's in the moon. there's a reason of lusting, aching ball busting, the sex so musky, that dude likes his poon. and there's no way to end it, no time, mean or method, and it's just that a percentage must get to the goon, you know the one that is with it, he'd break you for breathin', unaware the ending will come all too soon.
You have only one instrument, which is the mind; and the mind is the brain also. Therefore, to find out the truth of this matter, you must understand the ways of the mind, must you not? If the mind is crooked you will never see straight; if the mind is very limited you cannot perceive the illimitable. The mind is the instrument of perception and, to perceive truly, the mind must be made straight, it must be cleansed of all conditioning, of all fear. The mind must also be free of knowledge, because knowledge diverts the mind and makes things twisted. The enormous capacity of the mind to invent, to imagine, to speculate, to think - must not this capacity be put aside so that the mind is very clear and very simple? Because it is only the innocent mind, the mind that has experienced vastly and yet is free of knowledge and experience; it is only such a mind that can discover that which is more than brain and mind. Otherwise, what you discover will be colored by what you have already experienced, and your experience is the result of your conditioning.
`~J.K.~`
stead he sits in his room in the corner where
the light's sublime
he's not moving he's just thinking of all his extra time
a cockroach shuffles over a resting pair of his boots
he gets to wonderin' why it is that he is there
he told himself that when he reached this part of town
he'd stop messin' around
might settle down might find a wife to love
praise god above
stead he sits in a chair in his motel room
he don't dare move
no he don't dare move
the peace and quiet of the far gone afternoon
was destroyed
when they kicked down the door of his lonely room
pistols leveled fingers triggers hammers cocked
waiting for the signal wanting to hear that lead cough
stead he knew what he had to do he got gone
time to travel on
out the window and rolled the roof to the ground
galloped out of town
he's never known a goddamn town to be true
to the welcome sign
to the welcome sign
he entered the desert night as the last star joined
the show in the sky
what he'd been thinkin' what he'd been plannin'
did not matter now
his feet moved forward pace then pace
as the moon's light slowly
became the sun's
morning came like it always does somehow
the sun arose like a phoenix burned now on fire
and getting higher
it ate his strength and it drank his body's last drop
his mind turned
the ground moved round and his eyes rolled
back in his head
he thought he'd be dead
he thought he'd be dead
they picked him up they woke him up
they saved his only life
the vultures screamed and it echoed
in his room
stead he sits in his room in the corner
where the light never goes
he's not moving he's just thinking of all his
extra time
he always knew he wasn't the same
never thought he was to blame
didn't take head to the warning signs that said
you're better off dead
he's never known a goddamn town to be true
to the welcome sign
to the welcome sign
it's all about me, don't respond, don't write anything, don't even acknowledge that i'm doing anything here because i'm not and i wouldn't need your acknowledgement neither way and there ain't no other way i can say what's clear but what's above and that's no way to treat a friend so fuck you and pass the bong hit man...
cuzed's a little paranoid isn't he
it must be that he's losing his grip
the mind has slipped
brain matter liquifying
something's wrong
and he don't know what it is
do he, mr. jones
"billy straw, goin' breaking up the law"
I think I'll go to be now.
Hey below average dude. How did you find out you were below average and in what department? Remember 3 months until MLK icefishing derby!
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