The Fringe

I love walking out in the woods. One day, about 6 years ago, I was hiking, out in the woods, walking down a hill. Suddenly, my feet lost their traction with ground reaction forces from underneath me. UP, up, up into the air I went. Now, I have ninja reflexes and always catch myself, so this was not anything too strange, but this time felt like a different experience....

I felt all time turn to crystal, and my awareness of my body took a whole new form. I was floating through the air on my back, and time was at a complete standstill, and I knew when my body was going to come back in contact with the ground it was going to hurt a lot - I could tell that the back of my head was going to land really hard on the ice, and there was nothing that my in-human human reflexes could do to save me right now.

My awareness became every cell - every atom - every electron in my body, and as time came out of crystal form, as my entire body slammed into the ground with massive bone shattering force, I felt the force absorb and dissipate through every cell/electron/atom with equilibrium, so each piece took on just a tiny bit of the force, so it's cumulative effect to any one part was actually null.

Time snapped out of it's crystallized form, as I sat up I felt my awareness once again change within my body, settling back in, and I finished walking down the hill.

I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on.
I was happy again.
Complete.

So it goes.

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a little girl who dreamed of water. Fresh, clear, sparkling water. On Hera’lo you see, you cannot find water. Water, water, everywhere, but nowhere to be found. Water was worth more than its weight in gold on Hera’lo. What of golden water? Yes, water made of gold. It does indeed exist, but again is nowhere to be found.

Our hero, Mara, the little girl, dreamed of the day that she would find water. But again, water, water, everywhere, but nowhere to be found. Her journey started high in the mountains, and took her low down by the sea. The sea is not made of water you see. Water has not existed here for a very long time. Water, water, everywhere, but nowhere to be found.
Then, one day, Mara remembered that she was in fact mostly made of water. Water, water, everywhere, but nowhere to be found. She tried to look inside of herself, but she was still unable to find the water.

When Mara would dream, she would dream of water. Water, water, everywhere, but nowhere to be found. If you could exist without water, would you still exist? I don’t think so. You could not possibly exist if water did not exist. Without water how would you possibly exist? Water, water, everywhere, but nowhere to be found.

I, too, dream of water, like Mara; a day when water will exist again. If water does then exist, the maybe Mara too will exist as well. Mara does not exist, because water does not exist. Water, water, everywhere, but nowhere to be found. This is the story of how water came to be.

Our next story is on trees. Green, green trees, U miss it so much! When will the trees be green again? I don’t know. It’s awfully hard to have green trees when water does not exist. Green, green, grass to go along with the green green trees. This is the story of green.

To my right there was something very dark and disturbing. This is why I immediately stood up, or perhaps it was the music....not sure.

Mimsy smomsie
A rim full of posies
A click and a clack
Giving children a glock
Glens got a glitch
And Glindas got a latch
Freds in the kitchen
‘Whippin up a batch
I’m in the fire
Burning my soul
Come get me higher
Reigning them full
Of glit without glam
And a glee less full
The shim of a sham
Body croakin old man
I called out your name
And Nobody called back
I wove thru the rain
Brown bandages came back
They’re cleaning and clipping
A clock of some type
Their might is beside them
In a crimp woolen pipe
Destiny’s a weepin
All thru the air
Underground tunnels
Boring them bare
Mind you they dust
All clean pristine white
A culling of clams
Into the night
A knock and a pound
Overt sun they came
A whipping the one
Who sunders under way
Pearling they pear
Atop they all tower
Holding on tight
For their whims
they will shower
A coward holding tight
Star falling @ nite

A Kris a crop a kringle
i sing you a Christmas jingle
mixing bags of MAX
then blowin thru my sax
up your xylophone
drumming to your home
fluting back to forest
where clarinet cries

Hitler is my dad
true, not really sad
called out for a fake
willing not to take
given all he's got
but killed in just one shot

Hitler is my dad
and killing men is bad
guns up in your face
putting place in place
come to take them lot
gone for money bloody clots

Hitler was my dad
once gassing as a fad
when he met his fate
unwilling to abate
about my second thought
i speak on his liver's muddy knot

veni vidi vici
your collective responsibility
is greatly appreciated
it’s an eye tooth
when silence is golden

am I allowed to post pics I took of my grandfather's corpse, or are there laws against that?

Lunatic Fringe

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sleeping brother john?

There's no other place I'd rather loose my mind, then here with you!

:tellme:

:you:

I like this!!! It is incredible how much can go through your mind in some very short moments when danger is imminent.

But full body/cell awareness? That's awesome.



:AnotherWorld:

I believe that in any situation, our bodies have the potential to react in way way that is beyond a conscious linear action that can be understood in the mind. Most of the time our minds prevent the body from acting as it should. Our bodies have a mind of their own, and if you listen, there is a genius inside of you! Have you had cell awareness?

For what is the ‘heart’ but a ‘spring’; and the ‘nerves’ but so many ‘strings’; and the ‘joints’ but so many ‘wheels,’ giving motion to the whole body, such as was intended by the artificer?

--Thomas Hobbes

Big as a house
Blind as a bat
Like a virgin on prom night
Ugly as sin
Thick as a brick
Sharp as a tack
Sick as a dog
Stiff as a board
Quiet as a mouse
Naked as the day you were born
Happy as a clam
High as a kite
Hot as Hell
Clear as mud
Cold as a cucumber
Crazy as a loon
Dead as a doornail
Dry as a bone
Dumb as a stump
Easy as pie
Fat as a cow
Fit as a fiddle
Flat as a pancake
Naked as a jaybird
As plain as day

their hunger for knowledge grew
to that of an appetite of a full grown man
they devoured course upon course
meal after meal
shamelessly taking in whatever was offered
a plate of mashed potatoes
or a full set of ribs
they consumed,
devoured,
and ate,
without differentiating what was being digested
after time, nothing was palatable
their tastes became bland
and all hunger for knowledge subsisted
the appetite was vanquished
quests for knowledge became extinguished
knowledge is now nothing but ho-hum

Are there any physics who can tell me why i might be so retarded & is there an end in sight to my retardation?

ppppllllllzzzzz

:help:

:crystal:

I'm right at home here, it's hard to be insane in a sane world, ain't it?

thanks for that



It is just as I suspect
I am wired incorrect
Must be just a defect
Of my design

Questions, questions everywhere, but not the ones I pose
Answers answers everywhere but not the ones I seek

i feel better & worse @ the same time