This are my thoughts while hearing Animal Collective Merriweather Post Pavilion and writing some stuff and then gone again into mindjourneys (inner psychogeography):
I'm getting lost in jeune girls
like a lucid dream, dewandering
how i turn every lyric into some drug related or girl oriented meme.
....
Is metaprogrammation by cultural mainstream reality a distortion of some sort of soul perception?
It makes me so crazy but i can't tell you why
smoking in the night like that old film i once saw when i was beginning to read the Artificial Paradises and idolized the poppy and hash gardens.
(In an elegant movie this man went into a cellardoor and hid from his teenage wife to do a mysterious operation; that he later, after being metamorphosed, reveal to be the smoking of some drug.
in tha
spiral fire of lizards
withe girl that blends my spirit
Are you preparing a sort of alchemical drink, he asked
Sometimes i've liked to pretend you can hear a type of heaven overdimension in some music as a cosmic imprint.
A magnetic gateway, the strange attractor from the quantum psychedelic view.
The question would be: is not the starmaker, the hologramself projector, a kind, lovemaking being, or : is love also a meme not holding a particular hierarchy over such worldriving memes as the selection of the species, and the weaver of worlds is a nonchalant finger pairing entity that does not even intervene to send a blueprint of how it should be ?
would it be that i am dreaming all that is outside of me
no one should call you a tripper
i acknowledge i don t know well where animal collective is going, i just go ludic feral transmogrifying mayday crazy weather with:
au dérive
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