Tuesday, June 25, 2002

And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall,
Tell them a hooka smoking caterpiller has given you the call.
-Jefferson Airplane


So strange, so terrifying. Bizzare. Climbing the car like a mountain.... Swans marching..... Marbles rolling out of trees..... Fearful of Phish..... Becomeing the Angel of Music.....

I feel like I was sitting in the song "Comfortably Numb" for hours last night. Something that wasn't blacking out, but wasn't consciousness either. I remember.... most of it. But I wasn't in control. I was spectating through my eyes, and the world was a kalidescope. That time again, once again, I'm bouncing 'round the room. The echo of whomever spoke.
Not really seeing things, but definently percieving something.

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.