Sleepytime [I Have Thoughts]
With sleeping pills a million soft pillows come out of nowhere to provide an ease with the environment, and a promise of a possibly maybe way to say things i wish to say.
I'd like to surprise myself, and reassure others that there are different ways to think about things.
With drowsiness, i feel i can attempt those things with it being a good effort, a good effort is good enough.
What i have to lure out of me shall be what is called the sleepytime table talks, in my altered mind everything would be sleepy too, and we would all drift around with lots of things we would say, and we'd all say them slowly.
For the first hour we'd be saying silly things
i'd like to see dry paint burn and smell the smoke.
Later on a symposium, all take turns, speaking eloquently about what we care for, like Lauran Dern in Blue Velvet about the Robins.
Hermeticism is a preparing you 5 hour speech, dreaming is it's in a loop, you're talking slowly about your things, people nod gently and go hmmmm, their kind eyes whispering, please talk some more. And it just goes on and on, by the end i forget what i say. I get under the covers and dream of what was done.
Time must drag in a comfortable setting, and funny mild reactions, and dreams take over, converastions grow disjointed, unfinished, the solitary sinks deeper, musing on others, nice pollowy memories, deeper then into sleep, our bodies speak. Body speech and verbal speech so long apart, memories of when they were best friends, all those things we did and had done to use seperates.
The observer sees that everyone else has it made, because the observer hasn't never gotten to know them.
The answer for me is to slow down, be still, let those topics rise up to the surface, in the box under the sea, floating it washes up to your arms, never to open it as you then will be closed forever, you see after time, your thoughts are in box.
You will never say your thoughts unless you know yourelf better, the best is a good effort.
I'd like to surprise myself, and reassure others that there are different ways to think about things.
With drowsiness, i feel i can attempt those things with it being a good effort, a good effort is good enough.
What i have to lure out of me shall be what is called the sleepytime table talks, in my altered mind everything would be sleepy too, and we would all drift around with lots of things we would say, and we'd all say them slowly.
For the first hour we'd be saying silly things
i'd like to see dry paint burn and smell the smoke.
Later on a symposium, all take turns, speaking eloquently about what we care for, like Lauran Dern in Blue Velvet about the Robins.
Hermeticism is a preparing you 5 hour speech, dreaming is it's in a loop, you're talking slowly about your things, people nod gently and go hmmmm, their kind eyes whispering, please talk some more. And it just goes on and on, by the end i forget what i say. I get under the covers and dream of what was done.
Time must drag in a comfortable setting, and funny mild reactions, and dreams take over, converastions grow disjointed, unfinished, the solitary sinks deeper, musing on others, nice pollowy memories, deeper then into sleep, our bodies speak. Body speech and verbal speech so long apart, memories of when they were best friends, all those things we did and had done to use seperates.
The observer sees that everyone else has it made, because the observer hasn't never gotten to know them.
The answer for me is to slow down, be still, let those topics rise up to the surface, in the box under the sea, floating it washes up to your arms, never to open it as you then will be closed forever, you see after time, your thoughts are in box.
You will never say your thoughts unless you know yourelf better, the best is a good effort.
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