Fear and Loathing II

And the day starts early again, today, everyday... My head is about to explode, my hands are getting bigger, though they feel numb. The light pierces my eyes, silence saturates my ears. There is nobody in bed, with me , when I wake up. Still, the echoes of nature draw a smile on my face, there are other ways to percieve, there are many things to see and touch. Fear eats my soul, and I vomit it, puke my soul into words that have no meaning, just the impulse of intuition. I start to creep out of the paralisis. Everything becomes tender and possible. Then I forget its time to smoke another joint: the permanence of an illusion that spreads allover my skin. My point of view dissolves into space and I remember how small and insignificant my fear is. The only thing left to do fear is yourself... there is no other cosmos than the one you see inside...

Viva Stanislavski!!!