Opothecary wrote:arvy wrote:i can't feel it anymore, they cut the wires
No, they've already told us when they're going to start posting things again.
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when
where
i can't feel it anymore,
chemtrails fried my brains
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Opothecary wrote:arvy wrote:i can't feel it anymore, they cut the wires
No, they've already told us when they're going to start posting things again.
Valotonin wrote:Is no one factoring 8 2+2 into their equations ?
Cyclosa wrote:Dont believe the hype
Valotonin wrote:Cyclosa wrote:Dont believe the hype
We have to learn to half believe.
To approach an idea and entertain and expand upon it as though it is a likelihood, despite having an underlying awareness that it is unlikely.
Peacock Tail wrote:I know it should be 8 but maybe 17 (1+7) could be a date 8/8/17?
Valotonin wrote:Why did opothocary quote me and then change a dash into a plus/ remove the other dash in my own quote?
(yes they where dashes, not intended to be minuses)
I still love you anyway.
Opothecary wrote:Okay everyone, time to gather 'round for story time...
You're traveling down a highway, your destination, a national park far from home. Your car has driven through a blizzard recently on your voyage west, but everything's good now. To be clear, you're not reading this in front of your PC or on your phone, or even fiddling around with your Facebook profile somewhere back on the east coast, you are right there in the passenger seat of the car. Your present circumstances? You've recently ingested some psychede7ic or other and your real journey is just beginning.
As your mind begins to turn backwards and memories flood in, the scene, the mountains sprawled out before you remind you of something that you've seen in the past, maybe in an old family photo or a video that you watched at some point. 0ther flashbacks ensue, a passion filled tryst at the beach, this is followed up by an even more primal memory from your childhood that for some reason evokes a vague sense of dismay and unease. You think you hear a flute and drums playing softly in the distance as you forge ahead, but they don't sound quite right to your ears.
Before you lose all sense of time as the sacrament tightens its hold on your psyche, you venture a quick look down at your watch while the numbers shown there still have some fading semblance of meaning.
What time is it?
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