> the art of stoning
or the art of defocusing your mind.
or the art of detaching yourself from your real world.
how does one stone?
ya get into a personal comfort zone (most times without realizing it), be it sitting down for a cigarette or standing at a bus stop or in the middle of a boring-ass-seminar, or just about anywhere where your attention is not needed by others (or even if it did but ya couldn’t give a rat’s-ass) and you stare away into the infinite distance ...
everything goes lightspeed images blurred time slows down to a grinding halt and then ... blank-nirvana ...
of coz one can’t plan to stone. it would defeat the purpose of the art. it has to come subconsciously and spontaneously ... and the next thing ya dun know?
~ *BLINK* ~
~ blank-blissssssss ~
it doesn’t matter where you are.
it doesn’t matter who you’re with.
it doesn’t matter what music’s playing in the background.
it doesn’t matter becoz itz all YOU and nothing else and ya go to the land of nothingness and ya trip the light fantastic
tho therez a difference between daydreaming and stoning ... when ya daydream; your thots wonder off into the great unknown frontiers of your non-reality, whereas when ya stone; therez ... nothing ...
a great escape from the real world.
from the blinding-stress.
from the turbulent-politics.
from personal mindfcukshitte.
from everything else in the world and i think itz recommended and gawddamned therapeutic to a mindless-fault, practised at least once a day and keeps the mindfcuks away ...
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..
..
..
sorry, did you say something? just stoned for a bit there ... the world pauses for an infinity while the clock ticks frantically away ... ain’t it great?
stone along wif me my brethren :)
(and yes, the ending is corny, like i give twofcuks, innit? HAH ... this was written and published on my multiply; circa 7th March 2005 and becoz i is bored so i recycle it here now. *bleh* :p)
or the art of detaching yourself from your real world.
how does one stone?
ya get into a personal comfort zone (most times without realizing it), be it sitting down for a cigarette or standing at a bus stop or in the middle of a boring-ass-seminar, or just about anywhere where your attention is not needed by others (or even if it did but ya couldn’t give a rat’s-ass) and you stare away into the infinite distance ...
everything goes lightspeed images blurred time slows down to a grinding halt and then ... blank-nirvana ...
of coz one can’t plan to stone. it would defeat the purpose of the art. it has to come subconsciously and spontaneously ... and the next thing ya dun know?
~ *BLINK* ~
~ blank-blissssssss ~
it doesn’t matter where you are.
it doesn’t matter who you’re with.
it doesn’t matter what music’s playing in the background.
it doesn’t matter becoz itz all YOU and nothing else and ya go to the land of nothingness and ya trip the light fantastic
tho therez a difference between daydreaming and stoning ... when ya daydream; your thots wonder off into the great unknown frontiers of your non-reality, whereas when ya stone; therez ... nothing ...
a great escape from the real world.
from the blinding-stress.
from the turbulent-politics.
from personal mindfcukshitte.
from everything else in the world and i think itz recommended and gawddamned therapeutic to a mindless-fault, practised at least once a day and keeps the mindfcuks away ...
..
..
..
..
sorry, did you say something? just stoned for a bit there ... the world pauses for an infinity while the clock ticks frantically away ... ain’t it great?
stone along wif me my brethren :)
(and yes, the ending is corny, like i give twofcuks, innit? HAH ... this was written and published on my multiply; circa 7th March 2005 and becoz i is bored so i recycle it here now. *bleh* :p)
