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Lyrics:
psychedelic e-friends
this cyberspace is no trend
it's a place where we can send
messages and befriend
others as we transcend
time and space as we mend
our fractured souls and transcend
society and commend
our psychedelic e-friends
together until the end
[made with Suno AI]
Lyrics:
psychedelic e-friends
this cyberspace is no trend
it's a place where we can send
messages and befriend
others as we transcend
time and space as we mend
our fractured souls and transcend
society and commend
our psychedelic e-friends
together until the end
[made with Suno AI]
Recorded April 19th, 2022
Instrument is a Seagull M4 Dulcimer.
I don't really know how to play that well but I decided to mess around.
Remember folks:
"If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments like microscopes, telescopes and telephones. The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen."- Alan Watts
Recorded April 19th, 2022
Instrument is a Seagull M4 Dulcimer.
I don't really know how to play that well but I decided to mess around.
Remember folks:
"If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments like microscopes, telescopes and telephones. The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen."- Alan Watts
~ Jewel Tones ~
"We look at animals that fall into traps as dumb, but if you look at a McDonald's, its usually busy."
damn lol
So, I was just getting high in my garage and I saw a fly stuck on the window. I knew a little bit about how poor insect vision could be, so I figured it got stuck trying to follow the light. The rest of the garage probably seemed like a big scary cave.
This fly was weeks old at the most, and here it was stuck in some mysterious contraption that was built and inhabited by powerful entities who were born long before their fly-parents. I felt bad for it, like it was somehow my fault that this fly had been born in such a wreck. I watched as it slammed into the glass, over and over, like Sisyphus and his rock.
I figured I might as well let it out. After opening the door, I walked away to pack myself another bowl. “This stuff is good,” I thought. “And what a good Samaritan I am, helping out a poor fly like that. With a simple twist of the wrist, I have changed its life forever.”
But there was a noise behind me.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
The fly had not left as I thought it had. It was trapped on the door, chasing the light at the other end, away from the scary dark, towards the glass.
“What a dumb creature,” I laughed to myself, having lost all empathy whatsoever. “Even when I give it a path to escape, it still can’t find its way out.”
By this point I had finished all the cannabis I intended to consume and needed to close the door. I couldn’t risk a home invasion because of some fly.
As I walked out of the garage, I noticed it was still on the door.
About an hour and a half later, the effects of my favorite flowering herb had worn off, and it was time to return to my haven.
The fly was still there, walking along the glass.
Again I thought, “What a dumb creature”, and continued on my merry way. I grabbed my bowl, headed to the door, began to inhale—and as I looked at the fly, and looked at my bowl, all I could think was:
“Oh..”
