If you positioned a laser cleverly, you could walk on water and, wtf, maybe one day I will. Sit the laser on the floor and set it to cut a horizontal plane. Shoot that through smoke and you've got golden pond ... or red pond ... or purple pond. As I think of it, I'm liking the idea ... it should work.
The first thought was putting a cam in the rack with the lasers with it targeted just the same as they. The guitar guy would walk around underneath and get sliced up by them. Except for getting up there, that shouldn't be too tough to achieve.
Some who are quite important to me don't think much of all the razzle dazzle but that's ok as it's only important that I see a reason for doing it. If people don't see it then that sucks for me but that's not a reason to stop.
Clouding things is a whole lot of angry flying about and it's bullshit, angry always is. Who is part of the 1% becomes tremendously contentious but only to the purpose of obfuscating the fact that fewer people than would fit on a Greyhound bus own half of the world while another kid starves every few seconds.
There's no reason to bring that reality into what I make as I don't believe it is a reality so much as an artificial construct that's one of many possibilities, we just happened to be unfortunate enough to end up with this one. Maybe in another line America ended up the one in which cows are sacred. What difference does it make.
If cows really are sacred then they're sacred everywhere. Since they're not either they're not really sacred or someone is lying about them to rationalize eating them. So reality consists of millions of disembodied cow souls forever trampling about the Earth because Americans ate them. Or it doesn't.
There's being blinded by the light or maybe there's getting light from the blindness, in blowing out altogether or blinding any artificial reality then whatever remains must be real. That's not to conclude Ultimate Reality is only a set of multi-color lasers and an electric guitar but rather these are parts of something bigger and you can write the rest of that yourself. They are specifically not parts of any effective reality any other time as the guitar just sits in a stand doing nothing, there are cables all over the place, and it's a mess because it's a bitch keeping it all tidy. But then plug it in and turn out the lights.
But no-one believes a word of it because they all turned into boring old fuckers who just want to go to Vegas to see some asshole doing Elvis impersonations while they eat. Heya, Billy, let's go see the tigers.
Cadillac Man, soon to be an ex-Cadillac Man, went to Macchu Pichu. That's how you fookin' do it. I doubt they would have thought well of my lasers, tho. Maybe that's because they haven't seen me walk on water yet.
The first thought was putting a cam in the rack with the lasers with it targeted just the same as they. The guitar guy would walk around underneath and get sliced up by them. Except for getting up there, that shouldn't be too tough to achieve.
Some who are quite important to me don't think much of all the razzle dazzle but that's ok as it's only important that I see a reason for doing it. If people don't see it then that sucks for me but that's not a reason to stop.
Clouding things is a whole lot of angry flying about and it's bullshit, angry always is. Who is part of the 1% becomes tremendously contentious but only to the purpose of obfuscating the fact that fewer people than would fit on a Greyhound bus own half of the world while another kid starves every few seconds.
There's no reason to bring that reality into what I make as I don't believe it is a reality so much as an artificial construct that's one of many possibilities, we just happened to be unfortunate enough to end up with this one. Maybe in another line America ended up the one in which cows are sacred. What difference does it make.
If cows really are sacred then they're sacred everywhere. Since they're not either they're not really sacred or someone is lying about them to rationalize eating them. So reality consists of millions of disembodied cow souls forever trampling about the Earth because Americans ate them. Or it doesn't.
There's being blinded by the light or maybe there's getting light from the blindness, in blowing out altogether or blinding any artificial reality then whatever remains must be real. That's not to conclude Ultimate Reality is only a set of multi-color lasers and an electric guitar but rather these are parts of something bigger and you can write the rest of that yourself. They are specifically not parts of any effective reality any other time as the guitar just sits in a stand doing nothing, there are cables all over the place, and it's a mess because it's a bitch keeping it all tidy. But then plug it in and turn out the lights.
But no-one believes a word of it because they all turned into boring old fuckers who just want to go to Vegas to see some asshole doing Elvis impersonations while they eat. Heya, Billy, let's go see the tigers.
Cadillac Man, soon to be an ex-Cadillac Man, went to Macchu Pichu. That's how you fookin' do it. I doubt they would have thought well of my lasers, tho. Maybe that's because they haven't seen me walk on water yet.
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