Triggering space

I was so scared that I was just babbling bullshit, stretching tiny things out of proportion. Translating small thoughts to the world as meaningful insights and speaking with great prophecy. It makes me feel sick; the arrogance of it all. Just the fact that I write this though is proof of stretching things out of proportion because clearly I was in the flow and interacting with coincidences and I was on a general spaced out peace. Considering the last few weeks; weed is interesting. Triggering space and slowing down the currents, blocking the memory. January 2006