10-08-2014, 08:59 AM
naturalism. No form, no structure...unless it becomes structure like a tree grows from roots. More sensitive to visions closer to your roots...visions rooted for me at a place in the woods. Going to HSMF is like confronting myself and fulfilling my destiny.
all buildings and structures and...non organic material are monoliths, the more advanced the more monolithic. Even artists need them, that is essentially the paradox of existence.
beep beep boop
wrote like 10,0000 words on this in...two hours?
I'm sober for the first time in 10 years.
sound is the scream of god as it echoes within art
Grateful Dead is bliss but Christianity abhors bliss
my only regret: I will be forced to abandon this pursuit by molding myself within society. Once you are released...it's very hard to go back in the bottle (this isn't Italy in America it's the can). Plants evoke strength and our natural bodies.
Still, once an animal appears before you, and you pierce it with your terrifying stare, and it becomes food, you fucking eat that shit with all of being.
I channel visions from my ancestors, cannot help it. Kubrick talks to me in his monolithic sound. He was a mystic potential, such as I am.
Only reason I can hear god (a whisper of god through my people's collective creative unconsciousness is because I shake myself by looking within, into earthquakes of composure.
my ancestors reflect dreds of humanity. We are all medusa. Our mystics warred with each other as their temple of light and sound was carted away (Jews traditionally run from technological advancement...mystics and naturalistic mages ruled the tribe...)the chief officiator usually had his own eyes stabbed out and carved a shallow hole in his head. This is third eye.
© Jacob Bersson 2014
all buildings and structures and...non organic material are monoliths, the more advanced the more monolithic. Even artists need them, that is essentially the paradox of existence.
beep beep boop
wrote like 10,0000 words on this in...two hours?
I'm sober for the first time in 10 years.
sound is the scream of god as it echoes within art
Grateful Dead is bliss but Christianity abhors bliss
my only regret: I will be forced to abandon this pursuit by molding myself within society. Once you are released...it's very hard to go back in the bottle (this isn't Italy in America it's the can). Plants evoke strength and our natural bodies.
Still, once an animal appears before you, and you pierce it with your terrifying stare, and it becomes food, you fucking eat that shit with all of being.
I channel visions from my ancestors, cannot help it. Kubrick talks to me in his monolithic sound. He was a mystic potential, such as I am.
Only reason I can hear god (a whisper of god through my people's collective creative unconsciousness is because I shake myself by looking within, into earthquakes of composure.
my ancestors reflect dreds of humanity. We are all medusa. Our mystics warred with each other as their temple of light and sound was carted away (Jews traditionally run from technological advancement...mystics and naturalistic mages ruled the tribe...)the chief officiator usually had his own eyes stabbed out and carved a shallow hole in his head. This is third eye.
© Jacob Bersson 2014
