Alchemically Braindamaged

when the moon bleed and my lungs cry

and the fire leap forth from my eye

bones bend and heroes break

and everything was right to be a mistake

a world full of twigs and spray

and the light at the end is on it's way

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and here, at the turn, there is little to do but relate one's own experience. hence you get to hear about my glimpse of truth, late at night, in an unheated garage.

sounds a bit sordid, doesn't it? but doesn't it always, eventually?

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Come, little drop, and return to the infinite ocean...

  what? I can't get all mystical and untive and shit sometimes? You're all bastards, I'm telling you.

 Fine. Pretend I'm that guy Begbie from trainspotting, and that he's your guru;

Get that ego shite out of your system, or I'll F&@#*% kick it out!

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saddle up for superpowers, madness, psychic maelstroms, idiot savants and everything your twisted little mind ever desired.

  all you have to do is learn to sit still and focus.

  No? too bad then...

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Here's the missing link between the stuff that works, and what you've probably been doing up until now.

  Man! I'm a hard bastard, sometimes, aren't I?

...and incidentally, people who never hit the tip jar make baby jesus cry. top left!

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You probably wouldn't think that breathing was a potentially hazardous thing to be doing, but it wouldn't be the first thing you hadn't had the whole story about, would it?

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It's easy to proclaim yourself an adept.

But to look good, feel strong, stay healthy, bend the wills of those around you, and still be rooted in yourself?

That takes some work, my friends.

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Hey kids, rock and roll.
Nobody tells you where to go, baby.

What if I ride? What if you walk?
What if you rock around the clock?
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
What if you did? What if you walk?
What if you tried to get off, baby?

Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby.

Hey kids, shake a leg.
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby.

 REM -Drive

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