last nite was an odd nite, my last nite of restfulness till i am done with all work. but it was a thinking nite. so much thinking that i could actually feel the pain in my brain. what an odd feeling. thoughts sped at a million miles a minute as we all wished we had a hypertextual tracker to keep track of each of the paths. certain things were constantly revisted: dan needs to get some; we need a hyptertextual tracker; what is thought? of course, we never did figure that one out but we ran thru philosophy as though we were reading Sophie’s World. even now, i don’t think that i could explain all that went thru my head so i am only going to transcribe the one passage that i managed to write down during my crazy thoughts…
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there is an odd sort of reality that goes on with mind altering substances. each of us has a though in our mind. we follow that thought through and through without shit. i am doing it right now. you go and go and progress all of a sudden wham!!! a reality hits you and then in each one’s mind things fall off and hell, i cannot convince anyone of this since it is really hard to have a fluid thought… like he is disturbed that he is not a part of a converstiaon and that boggles him in hishead but the reality is that they are going off in a different trail.<\/p>\n
weird constructions of reality.<\/p>\n
like when he is talking now: great writers… total flow of odd augmented reality<\/p>\n
my strange things: thinking how things will affect tomorrow, thinking about thinking.<\/p>\n
a strange thought… when do you want to be a part of a conversation?<\/p>\n
stop and reality just hits!<\/p>\n
paths diverge and the path is ultimately interesting<\/p>\n
ah.. solved… he gets to converse…<\/p>\n
and it is so hard to make a point while here.. so hard to finish a thought and to say for sure this is reality<\/p>\n
sociology.. where do these thoughts go? am thining about thinking…<\/p>\n
we stop and make our points and go on with them until it bothers us…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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