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You’re Turkey!
You have a good deal of history behind you, both good and
bad, but through it all, you’ve become a leader among your friends. You
have an uncanny ability to make friends with people who hate each other, though
sometimes you just hate them instead. Surprisingly fickle, you keep a
good balance in your life between religion and humanism, but most people think
you’re fanatical anyway. You’re Istanbul, you’re
Constantinople.
Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
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Time keeps on slipping.. into the future like water, dreams wandering off and running away where you can’t look nor see nor find nor taste nor smell. I awaken from dreams more vivid each day, not sure which is sleep. Hallucinate reality, is there any difference between a hallucination of reality and what’s really real? What if my whole life is one large dream running on a very large computer somewhere? Not the matrix. Not the reality. Something huge and complex and shifting this way comes, and I beg for a root console, for a instruction manual that I can page through, for rules I can understand.
Programming windows opens new doors of perception?
I miss acid. But I’m too afraid of it to return. It’s not addiction.. not like nicotine was, before I decided to leave it behind. It’s more.. beauty. Amp up your pattern recognition tenfold. And yet, who would I trip with?
The fear. Weed brings out what is already there – except sometimes it doesn’t and is a truly good experience. I feel so small. So useless. So insignificant. So much like people would choose to not know me.
And yet.. ego. I am good at some things. I know this because people tell me.
I’m not under the influence of anything right now, for those of you who might think otherwise. Just pausing for a minute.
Wlell, back to the parking meters.