My next MDMA Journey Intention: a Tesla or a Silver Thunderbird
This is a metaphorical post. Literalists won't get it.
I'm doing my next psychotherapy-assisted psychedelic journey in two days. I have a choice of dozens of intentions ranging from " welcome my Inner Critic" to "I miss you mom."
Instead I think I'll examine the choice between a current vibrant beautiful Tesla, and the worn lost mystique of a car that only exists in the minds of a decreasing number of old people.
The Silver Thunderbird is silent. It does not move. It never requires or expects another charge.
None of its family are still alive. It longs to reunite with the lost ones.
Rust never sleeps but my car never awakes. It's too late for petty distinctions. All models are the same, in the final judgment.
Lower that baby into the hole and sprinkle the dirt. Tonight is our last trip…the dashboard lights have faded…there are ashes only. Take me down…
I'm doing my next psychotherapy-assisted psychedelic journey in two days. I have a choice of dozens of intentions ranging from " welcome my Inner Critic" to "I miss you mom."
Instead I think I'll examine the choice between a current vibrant beautiful Tesla, and the worn lost mystique of a car that only exists in the minds of a decreasing number of old people.
The Silver Thunderbird is silent. It does not move. It never requires or expects another charge.
None of its family are still alive. It longs to reunite with the lost ones.
Rust never sleeps but my car never awakes. It's too late for petty distinctions. All models are the same, in the final judgment.
Lower that baby into the hole and sprinkle the dirt. Tonight is our last trip…the dashboard lights have faded…there are ashes only. Take me down…
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