“Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.”
-Lewis Carroll

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
Hunter S. Thompson

"You can't trample infidels when you're a tortoise. I mean, all you could do is give them a meaningful look."
Terry Pratchett

“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”
Dr. Seuss,

"What is this love you speak of, is it like raygun?" Reptilian from the center of the earth.

Who knows where all this goes when we go to sleep?
Who are we to say that this perceptions for keeps?
You draw conclusions, while I draw circles in the sand.
Maybe a monster, to protect me in this savage land
ahead.
Let's discover some irony.
Maybe youth will eat us whole and spit out our enemies.
Does that appeal to you?
Say I'm delusional, confused.
Bitter, caustic like the truth.


Live life for capital.
Capital P for Poverty.
It's ok, as it's free from greed.
Me, I hunt candy at night, awake and that's alright.
Play in the mud and remind myself of times the world seemed bigger, brighter, more alive.
Now I stay inside and write music to survive.
But today I stepped out, barefoot on the ground.
The worlds pain in my hands and I can't even count.

In the hills we'll ride, unadulterated.
Smooth passage of time.
Not clogged up with stress or alienation
we'll mold our nature sublime.
We'll paint each other, climb trees and hunt for light.
And act like we're 5.
Our innocence will enlist the summer rain,
to touch the divine
we can escape the grind
by releasing up
and dancing through our lives.

In the sea, of tranquility.
I was adorned by a silver plated wildabeast.
Now you know, I don't tell too many.
The sun is green, the earth is square and death tastes like lemon.

As I schemed, for immortality.
Tripped on a stone, and landed on self-esteem.
In a well, is where I soon woke up.
Fluid, enigmatic, chillin' in a liquid rut.

To my friends, I will soon be gone.
Evaporated, and eaten by the dawn.
But don't you cry, theres no need for sorrow.
We must break down, in order for us to regrow.

Sorcery: the systematic cultivation of enhanced consciousness or non-ordinary awareness & its deployment in the world of deeds & objects to bring about desired results.