Mystic flux

What am I? The myth I don't believe in. Myths aren't real, they're myths!   Myths are old stories like the Bible, stuff the Elders made up to teach and control the young, to domesticate the animals. After many thousands of iterations the continues to make itself.  Rosie always said, "there are only seven stories, everything else is just variations on a theme." What is your personal myth?  Live, Love and stay WILD my friends

 My fears are not in my mind, my mind is a slave to my fears. I feel the rebound of my Spiritual highs, this feels like one, the lack of ethanol and caffeine dragging my psyche down. THC up, sitting in the library "listening" to the pressure in my heart, if feels like a web of tensions spreading across my back.  Years ago, when I first started to self-medicate, I was able to let my rational mind, this allowed me to perceive the sensation I was experiencing as a sentient presence which moved as my mind's eye espied it.  unfinished thoughts...

The forest listens, listens very deeply The pursuit of happiness is a vanity we can ill afford, chasing our tails for the pot of gold which is surely up our asses Plastic fractures melting from the crass, degenerate fixtures of what has come to pass We blast and blast and blast, NASCAR egos flying fast How long can this fire last? Love Tomorrow