More circles. as we drift.
They are golden and white just as we are. They are golden and white just as we are running blind.
Welcome back, you said there was more to view, and you lied again. like the rest of us.
“Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed into a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness, experiencing itself subjectively, there’s no such thing as death, life is only a dream, in which is an imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather*1.”
Irony speaks in the mind in those who don’t mean it. And to those who do can’t find it.
And it’s a shame for those who don’t absorb the art. It’s a shame for those who just view it.
And then we’re dreaming of that face again. As we over analyze. Until we see that the point is being pointless.
he seems so dithered, as he hangs there hunched. As he hangs there waiting. Waiting for more, and you won’'t give it.
He screams TAKE ME TAKE ME TAKE ME
and yet you don’t listen. and in extreme cases you don’t even hear him.
do you know who he is? you know. you’ve known all along. sing to his tune.
YOU’VE SEEN ME FLY. YOU’VE SEEN ME FLY.
And you have questions.
The eyelids keep me from it… The eyelids keep me from it…
So i don’t have to look.
[spoiler]He would fingerpaint you a picture with his blood
A self-portrait, dramatic and morbid
But the odds of you finding any appreciation are too slim-
Keeps his outlook grim[/spoiler]
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*1 Bill Hick (tool owns everything)