liquid revelationz

this waz written around 5ive yearz ago. all the little split second thoughts, ideaz, concepts, realizationz, revelationz, understandingz, theoriez, and little secrets that flood into your forehead all at once, like a neverending wave of realizationz that dont stop washing over your head. its not like beavis and butthead anymore... not the little light bulb above your head... this iz a flood of flashing lightbulbz like a string of xmas lights on acid. each flashing of their own new realization. their own new understanding. 'so delighted with your new understanding.' so understanding of your new concept. so perceptive of your new revelation. like a wave of understanding flooding your head. its combining all your sensez (not just 5ive, far beyond 5ive), into one, in order to pry open your Th3rd 3ye. when you combine all your sensez, that iz your Th3rd 3ye. have you come to that realization yet? dont worry, itll be a while till that wave hits you. its taking the red pill, and lsd. looking into the mirror. 'its the big liquid dent in the mirror, when you arent even looking in the mirror.' but how do you know its not there if you arent looking? its all in your head. the 3ye in the back of your head. your imagination. uze your imagination. manipulate it. expand it. then break it open. crack it open. and look up to the sky. and feel the way the sun shinez on you. the warmth of knowing who you are. that you're alive on this 3arth. Th3rd søul from the søn. and what if the 3arth had ringz. maybe it doez. i think it doez. we just cant see them. we havent opened our perception enuph yet. the ringz are our consciousness, and right now we are stepping into the Th3rd one. 4ørty6ix and ². 3arth. numberz. numerology. lachrymology. its all combined into your Th3rd 3ye. perception. conception. reception. this iz what happenz when you let yourself go. when you let whatever hits your mind out. when you roll with the wavez. swim with the current. go where it takes you. let it lead you thru a path inside your brain you havent been to yet. let it take you thru an untouched fold of brain tissue. 'listen to my muscle memory. contemplate what ive been clinging to. 4ørty6ix and ² are just ahead of me.' fly thru your mind. soar thru the empty space in your head. 'rizing up, and wiping the webz and the dew from my withered 3ye.' dont think about it, just do it. youve been hearing nike say that for yearz and never knew what it meant. 'life iz but a dream.' what if you could wake up in your dream. awake in your dreamscape. take a wakl thru your vizual liquid imagination. then open your 3yez and see what you were seeing all along, only this time its real. you can reach out and touch it, smell it, pheel it. then you see, from the back of your head, that time iz only a little glowing white ørb. an object in a dream you thought waz real. 'see how deep the rabbit hole goez.' and when you saw yourself in your dream, what did you look like? 'its the face in the mirror you thought waz yourz. and where you remember that face from. and thoze 3yez that stare so warmly, into the infinite wizdøm you hold within you.' its what you think you see when you arent looking. start looking at yourself from the outside. look into your own 3yez and go thru the vortex, thru the time warp, (leeets dooo the tiiime waaarp agaaain!!!) thru the little tunnel of thought, till you find yourself outside yourself. step inside yourself. 'step inside your head for a second.' thru the little doørway that you saw when you were watching alice in wønderland. go thru that door, into your own head, like in being john malkovich, when he went into hiz own head. then he fell from the sky... ever wønder why? then you see your reflection in the sky. then you notice that you are 6øÐ. turn yourself inside out, to become the sky. then you see your human self standing there looking up at you, and you wønder if he seez you. if he seez your facez in the sky. if he seez your dreamz in the ocean. if he noticez all the little cluez you leave here and there for him. hinting that he could be 6øÐ, if he steps into himself. reversez the reflection. 'dive into it, like a pool of liquid acid.' become the sky. look into it. look into your own liquid sky. ever wønder why they say 6øÐ iz in the sky? do you see yourself in the sky? do you see your reflection? do you see the perfect circle of balance? the light and dark? the gløwing ørb of time. the birrage of empty reazøn, bombarding you like the truth from a mushroom. i think space iz only dark becauze we have yet to turn on the light. if you thru a rock into outterspace, and it kept going, would it eventually hit the inner wallz of your brain? someone once said that the starz are just your little points of genious, that you come across az you travel thru the space in your head. your innerverse. and the muzik iz a TòóL. a vehikle to carry you thru the space in your head. then you come to a black hole. i think black holez are acid trips, the little parts of your other self, that were pinched off from this dimension, and birthed into alternate realitiez. paralel universez. you take acid to change. to kill a part of yourself to make way for a newer, better self. 'if you kill the brightest flower in your garden, an even brighter one will grow in its place.' you take acid to kill parts of yourself. 'dayz away, i still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me.' to make way for a rebirth. death iz not the end, its the new beginning. did you ever wønder how far space went? what waz out there? and if you would someday see it? see space for what it iz. all its wønder. i think that our dreamz are actually other selvez connecting to us thru the space in which we exist. letting us see a little glimpse at what we are doing in an alternate reality. glimpsez that we uze in this life, to hepl us understand our livez. cluez and hints that we uze to guide us thru the darkness of our unknown. what if you went to sleep in your bed, then woke up laying in the middle of a grassy field, with treez, bushez, plants, and mushroomz, that all remind you of your dreamworld, az they sing of unified harmony. what if you could go to sleep, dream, and start to cuntrol your dream, and how long you stayed there. what if you could stay in a dream for eternity. what would you call it? life? how would you hepl yourself wake back up? what little cluez could you leave yourself. what little secrets could you share with yourself. what little cluez would you find az you swim thru the foldz of muscle memory and brain tissue inside your head. and if you were creating your own dream, what would it look like, smell like, pheel like. and what other sensez would you add to it. and what if you could create a thing called løve? who would your lover be? would you have just one? would it be your anima? your soulmate? your dreammate? what would your sex be like? æuphøria? how high would your ørgazm take you? would you create plants that would enhance that pheeling? take you higher? would you levitate while making love? fly while having sex? fall endlessly while phuking? how sensual could you make it? how sensual, how sexual could you pheel? would you treat your body like a shrine? like a temple? would you treat your loverz body like a temple? would you love that body with every moment you had? would you pheel it inside you? pheel the løve shining from it? pheel the løve in every sense, not just 5ive. would you løve that temple for eternity? how bæutiphull would it be? and where would you take it? what little hidden secrets could you show it? would you go beyønd? pheel the warmth of the touch. the warmth of the smile. pheel the warmth of the løve that so vividly radiates from their heart. the warmth of staring into their 3yez. with your forehead touching theirz. do you see their Th3rd 3ye? can you see inside them? they say the 3yez are the windøw to the søul. the doørway to their rabbit høle. would you make løve, laying on the grass, in the middle of a forest meadow clearing, while watching the sun rize? or would you have endless sex in the middle of the ocean while watching the sun set? then lay on the beach and sleep. and dream. what would you dream of? would you have sex in your dream? would you fly in your dream? where would you fly to? what unknown placez would you discover? would you travel thru your consciousness? your innerverse? or your outter space? would you dive into a star, to see what æuphøria it holdz? what knowledge it could hold. what secrets it could pozess. what genious it could bring you. and a little hint that you could own your own mind. a little clue that you could be your own 6øÐ...