Day 253/366

Toymakers must have been trippers making toys when they were high. One fine day, they must have realized that whatever these objects were that they were making were trippy. Kids would find them fascinating. They started the process of conditioning thinking that kids can get conditioned and prepared for the grass which is to come into their lives eventually. And when it does, they'll be ready to enjoy it the right way. It's like a pathway for people to understand why their childhood was such a blur once they grow up. They were tripping on those toys like trains or hot wheels or yoyos or tops while growing up. They got glued to the motion and got totally lost. That's probably why adults think kids are so entertaining and dumb. It's probably the truth. Don't judge me. 

Day 241/366

What is this change of state of mind that delights me? I have seen this happen to many a folks around me, in small circles and big. It's an interesting phenomenon to say the least. Are you not feeling the air around us turn lighter? I hear the saxophone in the distance. I have never heard a prettier sound. Such a tasteful experience it shall be. Which reminds me, I'd like some of that cheesecake you had mentioned earlier. How strange this is! I ate an entire meal only an hour go. No, I think it was less than that. And yet my stomach is convinced that it needs feeding. Why are you making that strange face? Stop it. It is making me laugh too much. Wait, I'll show you what you were doing. Oh god, why are you smiling now? Do I look funny too? Ha! This is rather random but fun. Pass me that perfume bottle behind you, please. Wow. I do not want to stop taking in this smell. This is such a delicately strong fragrance, is it not? Have you seen the film, 'Perfume'? I'm yet to watch it but I don't feel like it yet. I wait for films to call out to me to watch them. Like books on the shelf. It's a case of you against the world because there's no time to read them and they don't stop calling out to you.

Gah! My fingers hurt from typing so fast.

Good night, anybody who may read this. I hope you are in the same altered sense of existence. 

122/366

Claustrophobe

Disappear under the surface till they can no longer feel your presence. It's better off to be alone sometimes. Walk on a street at night knowing that no other could creep up on you and pull you away into some dark alley. Your remains would be thrown back into the society. Give up the need for company. What if there was no one else? You were the first and last born. Explore by yourself. Explore yourself. No one's listening to your thoughts, no one's watching. Run and sweat and live. Do what feels absolutely natural. You won't feel judged because it's what your instinct tells you to do and no one exists to tell you that's wrong. The world is yours to enjoy. There are papers and pens every direction you look in to leave your thoughts on. No one will read your thoughts. No psychic will predict your future. You will determine it. You will leave your mark for no one to look at.

113/366

My Favorite Things
I know my family does await
Though I may not be with them.
But in my heart, I keep them close
I will not let them far.

The silent, yellow pages wait
For the nib to leave its mark.
The stories that will one day fade
Kept in the golden box.

A glass of whiskey awaits,
The drops on the ice box,
Cold and grey and brown and still,
To quench the never ending thirst.

The fog that awaits me,
To clear instead of blur
You'll never know what it does to me
For I myself don't know.

And last of all, the music waits
Taking down notes for me.
My best friend and lonely wall
That I'll forever face.

Day 110/366

I felt the rush unknown to most,

The intense, broadened high.

What the state of mind will induce in me,

The mind cannot predict.

To laugh as the night progresses,

Without the right frame of thought

The funniest bones never got tickled

But the smile was worth the task.

Day 83/366

Can two people lucid dream together? Would it be like a stoned trip together but only them lucid dreaming the same imagery? Imagine if under influence, two people could control each others' dreams! And imagine them to be on a beach in the night doing this with only the sound of the ocean guiding them and preventing them from falling asleep while acting as a lullaby. I'm loving the imagery in my head. It'd be like a super power. I could be Nightmarewoman: saving the world from nightmares since 1991 (the year I was born). And if only my little theory was proved, I couldve given birth to a new concept right now. Possibly. But are ideas ever original?