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12.2.06
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I'm an orange....... peel me
The spanse of time stops. And while your mind recoils from the suddden horror,and eventual acceptance, it slings shots back through a library of memories and loose thoughts.
It was like my mind was on acid and I realized that all matter is purely energy, condensed to a smooth vibration. That we are all one consciousness. That time does not exsist and the universe is unaware of itself. You can be reincarnated, all reincarnations can exsist at the same time. Time is not aware of itself. I am you , you are me. John was the Walrus. There is no such thing as death and life is but only a dream. We are the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather.
Blackholes, white dwarfs, pulsars, duelling galaxies, anlien oceans. The things I have seen with my eyes.
I smell burnt toast doctor, I smell burnt toast.
The blur becomes clear again..
''C. you alright?'' Elvis with fatherly concern.
''I'm an orange...peel me.''
''Im an orange...peel me.''
I lost it it just a smidge.
''Yeah , that's normal, riiiiight I'm out, Chewy get him to sick bay.'' Sniff sniff ''And get that boy some new pants.'' The King spun around and as he made his exit bellowed one last bit of sarcasm to drive the point home.
''Elvis has left the building.'' and he was gone.
I don't blame him, he knew someone had to still keep the plans in motion and there was no way he could help me. If it were me...if he ever shit himself I would walk away too.
'The human mind is not capable of grasping the universe. We are like a little child entering a huge library...The child knows that someone must have written those books. It does not know who or how.'' '' I believe those were Albert's very words when it happened to him, wasn't it Chewie.'' asks David Bowie.(no celebrities were harmed in the making of this blog.)
''Juice me?...juice me....juice me?''
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