“Here’s to the wind that blows, the ship that goes and the girl who fears no danger.” — Catherine Campbell. (via somelargerway)
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road
[…] From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that
would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space;
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are
mine.
I am larger, better than I thought;
I did not know I held so much goodness.
Written in 1985. Still totally relevant. A great read.
(Source: rorschachian)
Why?
never mind the pain, though it drips
like liquid art
through the curves and shards
of my brain. i deny
ever having known the feeling of life
try not to sigh. somehow
this is the truest
i find myself: smiling alone
five tears on my face, but
never more like myself
i am home.
feeln sassy
i only identify with identity conflicts
life’s a bitch when the damn shoe fits
i grew up almost rich
but i stick it to my niche
escaped the ‘burbs to kick it on the curb
embrace my inner nerd
got back my self-worth
you can unlearn the pain
the chains youth laid on your brain
if god came today to see girls on myspace
rejoicing in their fate as meat on a plate
she’d shake her damn head and some of the blame
because every new day it’s more of the same
only idiots try to claim it ain’t fame
ridiculous that more aren’t ashamed
when kids are sleeping out front of your door
you still wanna play that more money game
cos it’s never sufficient
this cycle is vicious
you’ll always feel empty
cos you’re so narcissistic
brush the teen years off like
dust from the wing of a moth
you say you wasted time being soft
when really that’s a game for the lost
what’s culture but exclusion
what’s this art but illusion
it gets so confusing—when in context it’s bullshit
they tell you value can’t come from some young bum
they tell you the Gs you rake in rank over the fun
but who cares what it runs for when the artist is done for
turned sheep by corporation-sanctioned free speech
Actually it looked pretty accurate to me. Swirls galore.Stare into the middle of this for 45 seconds, (look around) and you will feel the effects of LSD.
lol i fucking love these
that was cool.
you will feel the effects of LSD
LOL
Your all stupid you didn’t feel the effects of LSD. Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.
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2:45 is best, for sure.These 9 drawings were done by an artist under the influence of LSD as part of a test conducted by the US Government in the late 1950’s. The artist was given a dose of LSD 25 and free access to an activity box full of crayons and pencils. His subject was the medic.
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