I achieved start up glory
when I was twenty four
in the year twenty fourteen
always on chat, emails and calls
no white lines of code on my black wall
hanging by my neck from the wing of a plane
put an HBO show to shame
with my live game.
A vast and dangerous night of dreams. Flight, fancy, DMT, and mushroom symbolism.
At home, but things take a turn. I find myself in a peaceful state. The house becomes an aquarium, im swimming around in. The colors are myriad and unearthly, rainbow reefs sprouting from every table and forgotten corner, the door hand blossoming into a beautiful vaginal jellyfish flower. I'm so enthralled, marveling and inspired by the amazing details and wondering how I got here. Dream drugs or magic?
I wanted to share it with everyone, and told the story of the aquarium dream again and again throughout the night. I was so lucidly dazzled and awed by that powerful cavern of hyper-realistic fantasy.
Before the magical counsel I wanted to show off that I could fly. Was it the devils trick to fly? I'm soaring around and our leader seems pleased. It is a highly enjoyable type of flight, on wings and currents above a crowd.
In the wilderness I practice flying with my friends. My tool is a tiny paper circle, like what you'd get if you glued a chopstick wrapper into a ring. I find it's enough to catch the wind that buoys me into flight high above canopies of pine and alpine creeks. While I'm lifted, the ring snaps and I fall, softly catching the limbs of a tree on my way down. Turns out I don't really need a prop to fly.
It's like the aquarium thing but later, but I take what is supposed to be DMT. I'm dreaming and I know it but the effects of this ethereal dosage are palpable. So you dream on DMT. The man who I am talking to begins to splinter out into a muddled paisley of black, turquoise and deep red. The scene dissolves into dark but vibrant hues.
I keep telling everyone in the tavern/cavern about my dream exploits. There is some fighting and it's scary down there. There are some bugs in this crawlspace and I'm just trying to get away from them. A bunch of old professors want to play quarters with me, Lucy came in with one of them. They can't finish their pizza. Everyone drinks beer. Zane gives me another chunk when I tell him I dreamed that he gave me the piece I ate in the last paragraph. Eminem is dissing me. He tells me I'm on 6 people's nuts. I tell him he's on 10 million peoples nuts.
There's nothing like it. A glowing presence. A bright light. Voices to be heard. Floating in bliss we wonder
so this french cop is making me eat 10 pounds of rice out of a giant tupperware. I'm supposed to puke but I just keep eating the stuff. The fine is fifty dollars but this sadistic fuck has a menu of punishments that earn you $25, $15 dollars for doing ridiculous humiliating shit. Can't I just pay the damn fine? But fuck it man I keep eating it. I finish the rice just to show the bastard who is boss. I had to eat the first handful off the ground, the rest was in the tupperware.
I forgot to mention that my crime was remote control driving a car our of my view where it promptly crashed. Oops.
Kenny and matt were throwing a party but I kept having to go back to sleep. I feel like I balanced my time in and out of the party, they ended up opening up the bar a block down so we could host like 50 people who trudged through the snow to see this shit. I'm in and out of my room to check out the party. Combsy and Max are there but they aren't too excited to see me.
These chicks are watching a show with a lot of tits. Actually its a board game, one of those board games that incorporates a DVD that you play segments from at different points in the game, like a choose your own adventure of a cheesy reality TV show but with topless trashy girls.
Actually how did I end up in this bed.
I'm in a bright room with something of a reception. There is a tall young woman with pale skin, dirty blonde hair that is slightly curly and tied back into a ponytail, and very crisp blue eyes. I ask her if she can contact the real world for me to let themthat I am lucid dreaming, to see if I can get them to try and transmit a signal to me from RL. The girl blinks... An eerie purple glow shines through her eyelids. She is crystal clear. She tells me she cannot send such a message, with a smile, as though that should be obvious. I ask her if there is anybody who can send a message like that and she replies "Yes, the senders"
join us for a tour of
Recorded three rap songs which I hope will be incorporated into the next DCheeks.ZDSCH.3ZSE compilation.
Here goes your chorus for nookimunitris
there's something wrong with my head doc
i need a new pill for my brain doc
i seem to have a problem and it's strange doc
my mind is set on nookie money trees
nookie money trees
nookie money trees
welcome to the garden
nookie money trees
dees begin to harden
nookie money trees
only thing that smell right
nookie money drugs that fill my tummy till I'm silly shining like a smokey philly
tip for your cheese:
nookie money trees.
nothing ever is as real
as anything else
mini macaroni wheels
spin behind the mouse
there was a website called the spring of tees
where they crowdfund dope shirts on the daily
no money down plus money in the bank
if you can sell ten man, you know who to thank
easy to use easier to love
innovative? useful? dope? all of the above
so come make your tee cause it's all on "we"
hit a founder up for a discount, g
if you got a klout score like kim k
you could prolly make 10 g's or more a day
even normal people from the north to the south
use teespring just to put food in they kid's mouths
one young chick even buying a house
with her profits off teespring (large amounts)
so if you into shirts into cash have a club
in a band raising money have some fans on the web
if you want it high quality and no cost down
teespring is the thing, other sites is clowns.