The hills,a short passage.

[VeiledReality]

This is a short assembly of english words that I conjured during a heavy smoking session,later editing was done while sober.Comments are welcome.

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I lay my head against the redwood.I inhale.I exhale.I close my eyes.
I breathe deeply,as the smoke flows ever so smoothly into my lungs.
Every neuron,trembles with anticipation.Excited for what is to come..

Synapses being shifted,my thoughts cease to be constrained,now they are my own.
My consciousness is lifted to another plane of awareness.I exhale.

The scent of blood,it permeates the air like a fog that refuses to lift.
I am tired,so very tired.

I open my eyes.The souls departing this world,they are peaceful.
I gaze curiously at the waste they left behind.A peaceful feeling envelops me.

I can finally rest my head.

The hills,they stare at me.They know.They remember.

The rivers,they are crimson.They flow as gravity commands.

The hills,they contain the morning sun to mere shadows.They tower above me.

I now begin to count every pair of staring eyes,it is obvious.

Billions.

I now,am completely alone.
I now,am completely alive.

I look around me.The scenery is macabre.
Through the twisted pathways in my brain,I interpret the visuals.
I see that the hills are not.
They are piles,they consist of nothing except rotting,human corpses.
Dead by my hand.
I close my eyes.


I rest my head against the giant redwood.
My thoughts beggining to fade away.Conciousness slipping away.

Moments before a state of sleep overwhelms me.
I take one last look at the hills I created.And a single sentence flows from within me.

"My work is done".

[VeiledReality]

Im so high.

[Givré]

Originally Posted by VeiledReality

This is a short assembly of english words that I conjured during a heavy smoking session,later editing was done while sober.Comments are welcome.

__________________________________________________ _______________

I lay my head against the redwood.I inhale.I exhale.I close my eyes.
I breathe deeply,as the smoke flows ever so smoothly into my lungs.
Every neuron,trembles with anticipation.Excited for what is to come..

Synapses being shifted,my thoughts cease to be constrained,now they are my own.
My consciousness is lifted to another plane of awareness.I exhale.

The scent of blood,it permeates the air like a fog that refuses to lift.
I am tired,so very tired.

I open my eyes.The souls departing this world,they are peaceful.
I gaze curiously at the waste they left behind.A peaceful feeling envelops me.

I can finally rest my head.

The hills,they stare at me.They know.They remember.

The rivers,they are crimson.They flow as gravity commands.

The hills,they contain the morning sun to mere shadows.They tower above me.

I now begin to count every pair of staring eyes,it is obvious.

Billions.

I now,am completely alone.
I now,am completely alive.

I look around me.The scenery is macabre.
Through the twisted pathways in my brain,I interpret the visuals.
I see that the hills are not.
They are piles,they consist of nothing except rotting,human corpses.
Dead by my hand.
I close my eyes.


I rest my head against the giant redwood.
My thoughts beggining to fade away.Conciousness slipping away.

Moments before a state of sleep overwhelms me.
I take one last look at the hills I created.And a single sentence flows from within me.

"My work is done".

I like it

[Arnulfog]

Thats really sick.

[VeiledReality]

I know but that was the intended effect.

[VeiledReality]

[TheHighRoad]

Pretty cool. I like it.

[VeiledReality]

thanks