Psychedelic Stories

A city sleeps beneath artificial light, its streets folding into themselves like memory. Faces blur in neon and shadow, and every reflection carries both question and accusation. The air vibrates with murmurs of what might have been, while footsteps trace patterns that loop endlessly, unseen by those who walk them. Time stretches and contracts, indifferent, indifferent, indifferent, leaving hands empty and eyes searching. What is recorded is not necessarily truth, and what is observed is not necessarily remembered. Chaos and ritual entwine in silent choreography, and every attempt at meaning returns as its echo. Here, reality is negotiable, and certainty dissolves like smoke in a corridor of mirrors. Every witness is both participant and spectator, every action a shadow of choice never fully owned.

Poems of the Church of The Keys of Saint Peter

Layla is a 15 year old with erratic visions. But one day after being taken away, she is introduced to a boy who changes her life in just a matter of days. What becomes of these two delusional dreamers? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Btw, I know the end is pretty rushed, I just wanted to complete it all by the end of that day and blerghhh :p

Peyote isn't referring to the stupid drug in this case, as I have been trying to practice lucid dreaming not for mental health reasons but for spiritual reasons instead. Some of the dreams make me wonder if I am on the peyote drug , but I know I hate taking my own doctor prescribed medication.......and have been sober for all of my 34 years on this planet well, at least in this body.......as I believe in reincarnation and rebirth. I had dreams, nightmares, past life flashback and astral projection and visiting parallel and alternative universes with out the help of mental illness or drugs. This experiences are 100% natural for the ultimate shamanic experience is sleeping. [ began July 1, 2023]

If insanity was the norm. We'd all be poets. Madness is my heaven... Reality is hell... Never give in to judgements. But listen to the voices. Seek what compels you to do things... Listen to the voices. The shadow behind will not harm you. Listen to it. The only friend.

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I found myself in a city. It was a strange White city. there was no one besides me, apparently ...

Up high in mountains that are muted by snow, so far from now, lives an eccentric rusty old wood carver and his ground dog, Nectar. They live a simple life, tucked away in the forests of blue pointed misty pines. Brew a warm cup of tea and cozy up with the tales of the Wood Carver.

Short stories

a record I'm sending in time to the future.

the fictionalized dream diary of a gamer girl. picture. pixabay.

Lyrics from the album Nature / Nurture Listen: https://soundcloud.com/user-550635690/sets/nature-nurture

In the 1970s, Alphonse sets off to explore the cosmos with his dog. Aboard their Renault 4L, they will travel across the galaxy, encountering a mysterious civilization that watches over the intergalactic symphony.

One night in a different dimension.

Let's literally go back in time to the 60s. Wanna get caught up with Pink Floyd . Just a little fan fiction I've been thinking about writing and I hope everyone enjoys. :)

This book will include all random classic rock related things. Yep.