Le gendarme de St-Tropez

there are a lot more fading scars on one of my arms than the other, i’m usually a lefty after all. what surprised me today was remembering that a lot of them spell out words actually

?!?!

i don’t remember what most of them are, and they’ve faded enough that i can’t read them very well but one is still fairly visible, the cuts spell out, HAHA

seriously! there’s a picture below you can sort of make it out in.

i just can’t imagine being in that headspace, even though i very much lived it. i was so young, i mean what has to happen to a kid to make them that fucking insane geezus!!

yknow what though

i spend so much time and energy lamenting this perceived decline of sanity,it does lead to so many moments of unparalleled beauty though.

i mean can you imagine what it’s like to genuinely feel like capital G - God? to talk to the wind? to accurately predict the future and forget about coincidences or synchronicities?

i was meditating earlier when unexpectedly, the lecturer i was listening to struck some gongs, chimes, a sound producing bowl of some sort.

i twitched as chills and lightning ran up my spine, and then i saw in my own head a long corridor suspended over nothing.

at the end of it stood a figure, backlit in a way as tens of thousands of images on hundreds of screens flashed and cast light upon this mystery person, they turned and smiled, and i was gently kicked out

“i’ve met the master”

yes! and the road leading there was the thought: “i’m frustrated that there is so much going on so constantly in my head”

really an invigorating experience! no drugs, stone cold sober, just pure unadulterated my brain is cooked dawg.

anyways, i realized some more things about what i want to do and how i want to do it, and art, and that life is beautiful and i have time. We’ll talk again when i come bearing gifts

see you soon,lover.

(that’s you reading this, all of you)

post script:

hahaha

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