Okay guys
I have to admit. Some of the best moments in my life were spent while I was smoking pot. I would put music on my headphones and listen to the band Radiohead. I also used to listen to Velvet Underground - Venus In Mars. I would lay down on my bed with the lights off and just listen to music. Playing the guitar, something that I dont really do anymore, used to be one of the greatest thing in my life. As soon as I stopped smoking, I stopped playing guitar. I associate the two.
Orgasms were so spectacular.
I would laugh my friggin ass off when watching movies.
I used to write things in a notebook. It was actually really creative stuff. As a matter of fact, I just found my old notebook. Allow me to read you some stuff for your viewing pleasure:
I got this notebook when I was 16 years old. My art therapist (a psychologist in disguise
) gave it to me when I turned 16. Because shes an artist, she glued a picture of an eagle killing a rabbit inside the cover. Inside the notebook:
Title: Living, breathing, heart-beating pillow
The first part of the page has guitar scales and guitar chords that I would use to create a song. This is my brainstorming for the type of song I wanted:
- In this song, I want to move through a synesthetical landscape. *Minor blue-ish chord*. The feeling of liting a pipe (type of solidary big old man...no seriously)
This wall hits another one - bru.
What is the meaning of bru? Bru-haha maybe? I told you its a jaguar. Anyways, on a side note, there should be peace in this world because EVERYBODY IS RIGHT. Everybody's opinion is right.
It'll be like dividing a circle's circumference by it's diameter.
x/(PI) = 3.141
Just like autistic savants, it all clashes together. Yes, keep it up charlie, dont give up.
You are under the influence of certain illegal substances. In order to rectify this situation, RESIGN YOURSELF FROM SOCIETY.
Look at yourself, you are starving, aching, dying for the weirdness amongts them. Period! I have nothing else to add, seriously.
Youre not a savant, you never will be. You will fail. (
things get pretty gruesome here, so I dont wanna write it..the next few pages are ripped from the book).
Title: Making something out of nothing. Making the non-existant, existant:
A = non-existant
B= existant
f(B)=AB + m
From point A to point B in an X amount of time. When your slumber leaves you. Isnt his voice so soothing? I mean, I absolutely love it. Such cliché lyrics. Don't beat yourself up about it, pal. What is art? It's all a pack of sh*t! I'm so pissed with this.
Making something out of nothing. Making the non-existant, existant.
And thats it folks. I hope you enjoyed reading my poetry. There is actually quite a bit of meaning behind this. This is the stuff that came out of my soul. Do you guys have poetry to share, also? (poetry, song writing, whatever you wanna call it). I didnt know so many of you guys were deep into art. Do tell, I would love to hear it.