can't u f33l the kn!fe ?

too tired to even move; 

can barely keep my eyes open.

i feel like i'm surfing on a tidal wave; so close to falling off the board.

everywhere feels like a big empty space full of people just put here to fill it up.

people talking; just another way to waste time.

what are they waiting for?

whose time are they wasting?

aren't our emotions just a chemical  reaction in our brains ?

if drugs can recreate or counteract emotions, then a short up there can make it all go wrong.

and it does.

isn't that a chemical imbalance?

tunnel vision

(p.s. how many pictures do i have like this???)

artificial flavour.

artificial color.

artificial happy.

artificial sad.

artificial everything.

we live in a world where any

thing/one can f00l you.

where no one is who they say and nothing is what it seems.

where mind takes over body & soul and everything is rationalized analyzed & criticized until any element of mystery or surprise is sucked out.

is0lation

***

went to dan deacon last week.

it was great; had to leave early, though.

kerrfewz.

w0rd (syd) on da street

got to see the tourbus; converted schoolbus painted psychedelic.

talked to the frontman of da opening band.

he was great.

and really fucking high.

dis is him: 

the tin man

p.s. fuck high school.

p.p.s. boards of canada.