[blue]
06-14-2007, 10:16 AM
i never was a big fan of Rosetta Stoned, I never really got the point or an idea of it at all, i just turned it off after a minute or two of incoherent gibberish. *shuns her close-mindedness*
first, i agree with a lot of people saying its up to the listener to decide if it actually happened and wasnt all just a dream in the mind of the subject.
And going back to Keys, the way its set up is especially interesting, considering the person apparently just appeared there, may have turned themselves in, or some anonymous person dropped him off. No ID... nothing.
but then one day i went insane.
part deep down subconcious desire to experience insanity. part DXM (dextromethorphan) and KB.
...And my mind told me to listen to Rosetta Stoned. i felt like it was a responsibility, like i would be better off if i did.
So... There I was. [blue]. 1500 miles away from home and friends. Didnt really have a place to live... my shit was who knows where, all I had was my ex-roomate's house with a roof and a bed, my cd player, and access to some cough syrup. That was it.
And the DXM did nothing until I smoked a joint, it must have opened up something cause my whole brain went on autopilot. There was no control of thoughts, just one huge no pun intended spiral of ideas. It seemed everything linked with everything inside my mind, and the knowledge and secrets of the world were all crowding for attention in an ever-so-perfectly connected web inside my head. Memories flashed back at the same time as I could feel the different systems in my body moving and coexisting together in slick functionality.
My flesh and bones expanded. They condensed and expanded. I thought of the skeletal system, nervous system and my insides. I was a body. How odd.
I focused and my vision became RGB, then pixilated. I calculated mass equasions at the speed of light. Then as if I had taken the place of God himself, I became filled with the excess of truth... Suddenly everything in the world made sense. I knew everything. Everything was a spiral of endless knowledge. The whole world was in my head.
I thought then that I would die. At first I felt myself constricting in fear, then thought to myself what a great opportunity. So I wanted to. I was happy and scared as shit at the same time.
Then I got paranoid. What would I say if someone walked in? I couldnt hide the fact that I was clinically insane! I couldnt risk him sending me to the hospital and me dying in a cold white unfamiliar room... so while i laid in bed whispering to myself.
I had to remember that "the insane are geniuses". i still dont truly know what that means, but it sure the fuck stood out.
as I was very convinced that I was both insane and genius, since I 'knew everything'. I started talking out loud to myself about the mysteries of the universe. I thought then that I needed to check myself into a hospital just because this wasnt normal. So... I left the house with my cd player in purse and started walking.
Had I gone the right way, I would have made it to the hospital. Instead, I found myself at a gazebo park in the opposite direction.
I wrote a goodbye note to everyone on a notepad in my purse, and finally listened to Rosetta Stoned. It made infinate sense. I was living Rosetta Stoned in a way, at least thats what my mind told me.
I couldnt pay that much attention to the lyrics at the time, since my mind was all over, but from what I got out of it, I needed to get some sleep, try not to shit myself, and tell the world tomorrow if I was still alive that all the answers to the world are in the back of your head.
It would have been crazy to show up at the hospital completely fucking out of your mind with nothing but a TOOL album and a notepad. No ID, nothing.
I put myself in that perspective everytime I listen to Keys -> RS. It opened the song to me. I love the coincidence, and the fact that this situation led me to adapt Rosetta Stoned into something that happened or may have happened to me. It made me really listen to it and appreciate the song. It made me quit mixing fucking drugs all over the place.
At the same time I feel there's got to be something I can explain this crazy situation to be. I feel like there's more to this than me just getting fucked up and listening to Tool. Maybe that's just what it is. But I'll keep digging til I feel something.
Does any of this make sense? Probably just a pointless ramble.
first, i agree with a lot of people saying its up to the listener to decide if it actually happened and wasnt all just a dream in the mind of the subject.
And going back to Keys, the way its set up is especially interesting, considering the person apparently just appeared there, may have turned themselves in, or some anonymous person dropped him off. No ID... nothing.
but then one day i went insane.
part deep down subconcious desire to experience insanity. part DXM (dextromethorphan) and KB.
...And my mind told me to listen to Rosetta Stoned. i felt like it was a responsibility, like i would be better off if i did.
So... There I was. [blue]. 1500 miles away from home and friends. Didnt really have a place to live... my shit was who knows where, all I had was my ex-roomate's house with a roof and a bed, my cd player, and access to some cough syrup. That was it.
And the DXM did nothing until I smoked a joint, it must have opened up something cause my whole brain went on autopilot. There was no control of thoughts, just one huge no pun intended spiral of ideas. It seemed everything linked with everything inside my mind, and the knowledge and secrets of the world were all crowding for attention in an ever-so-perfectly connected web inside my head. Memories flashed back at the same time as I could feel the different systems in my body moving and coexisting together in slick functionality.
My flesh and bones expanded. They condensed and expanded. I thought of the skeletal system, nervous system and my insides. I was a body. How odd.
I focused and my vision became RGB, then pixilated. I calculated mass equasions at the speed of light. Then as if I had taken the place of God himself, I became filled with the excess of truth... Suddenly everything in the world made sense. I knew everything. Everything was a spiral of endless knowledge. The whole world was in my head.
I thought then that I would die. At first I felt myself constricting in fear, then thought to myself what a great opportunity. So I wanted to. I was happy and scared as shit at the same time.
Then I got paranoid. What would I say if someone walked in? I couldnt hide the fact that I was clinically insane! I couldnt risk him sending me to the hospital and me dying in a cold white unfamiliar room... so while i laid in bed whispering to myself.
I had to remember that "the insane are geniuses". i still dont truly know what that means, but it sure the fuck stood out.
as I was very convinced that I was both insane and genius, since I 'knew everything'. I started talking out loud to myself about the mysteries of the universe. I thought then that I needed to check myself into a hospital just because this wasnt normal. So... I left the house with my cd player in purse and started walking.
Had I gone the right way, I would have made it to the hospital. Instead, I found myself at a gazebo park in the opposite direction.
I wrote a goodbye note to everyone on a notepad in my purse, and finally listened to Rosetta Stoned. It made infinate sense. I was living Rosetta Stoned in a way, at least thats what my mind told me.
I couldnt pay that much attention to the lyrics at the time, since my mind was all over, but from what I got out of it, I needed to get some sleep, try not to shit myself, and tell the world tomorrow if I was still alive that all the answers to the world are in the back of your head.
It would have been crazy to show up at the hospital completely fucking out of your mind with nothing but a TOOL album and a notepad. No ID, nothing.
I put myself in that perspective everytime I listen to Keys -> RS. It opened the song to me. I love the coincidence, and the fact that this situation led me to adapt Rosetta Stoned into something that happened or may have happened to me. It made me really listen to it and appreciate the song. It made me quit mixing fucking drugs all over the place.
At the same time I feel there's got to be something I can explain this crazy situation to be. I feel like there's more to this than me just getting fucked up and listening to Tool. Maybe that's just what it is. But I'll keep digging til I feel something.
Does any of this make sense? Probably just a pointless ramble.