Syds gone mad!

I'm sorry I can't speak very coherently.

[tom-in-a-can]

The magnolia conceals the ever weary eyes, restless ears, stifled mouths, but not the ensnared, internalized mentality of want and wait we’ve come to firstly know. I am weak; drawn in over and over again by a Weaver, an Angler, the (cycle) restarts. Our disguises are real similar, but unfortunately parallel. Difference is they have more experience and a natural advantage. Our distractions are fun for a while aren’t they| when you want to hide from the world again, find me on the balcony, at the fountain or at the window in the spot we know well

Just wait till tomorrow

I guess that’s what they all say

Just before they fall apart

[schizosyd]

Is it just me ? Weather is a hydra

[schizosyd]

One eye in this dimension, one eye in the next I like your style, Syd

[tom-in-a-can]

As soon as we return to space i am tested, we’re all tested in our ways- our principles, morals, beliefs, etc. but for some of us, it is our first and only point of relativity upon which the scale is measured and as they say “based!”. as more information is revealed (silence; nothing then everything now at random intervals) ive overestimated the degree of freedom and desires but learned im not alone in my appreciation of lone nightly drives with my music out of separation necessity. for us more plans, and with it more frustration i’ll assume. A psychic barrier isnt enough against that one gripping, growing emotion with each rendezvous- the electric feel

Recently Something or someone interesting happened as before so maybe we’ll get a return to normalcy but with the fat trimmed and now: (they) hear me so we’ll turn on the [REDACTED] and carefully talk around in meaningless circles to throw em off

Live for today gone tomorrow, that’s me

BAAHAHAHAH

Add it up, you can’t handle it though

All part of the (cycle) like a cosine graph and our first and second derivatives are positive right now

At the end you have only yourself to blame for your state of mind

But i hope we’re able to find some that compare this week

PS dont buy the tiramisu from hashtag Starkbutts

[schizosyd]

Syd’s a rising from the deep I guess it worked out huh? Youre poseidon now!

[tom-in-a-can]

the stars align in mysterious ways for unknown reasons; synchronicity, as I describe it and “her” and “them” they suddenly appear from dormancy . noted also is the recurrence of the number “eleven”; initially it was always eleven days to the cycle let me recount- tuesday through the following saturday. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11, yes. The first and the second time, both eleven days apart, but the second time was so wrenchfully homely, i can’t and don’t want to forget, no matter what I tell myself, exploring the newness without intrusion and we laughed and the “meaning” compiled and spilled over. and when realization of unsatisfaction with temporary peace neared, it drove me to tears| knowing i sit for the moment only/// knowing myself to be trapped in the (cycle). and progress perception should be taken with a grain of salt when chemical combinations can differ so much. and nothing should be assumed of anyone, nor yourself. so many signs, all either unassumigly coincidental or faith knocking on the door of an empty house, the lodgers scared away by the frequent instigator testing us at the mat.

later tonight i will attempt to enter “sicker mode” and vibrate into the fifth dimension where i may leave this plane and travel to the divinity of habitable, reachable possibility.

Seeing more and feeling less Saying no but meaning yes This is all I ever meant That’s the message that I sent

[schizosyd]

Syd has reached the mad piping  Hes in the court of the mad king now Algadda has risen  Red and gold, scarlet chains everywhere Why syd?

[schizosyd]

I dont know man swirls are floating in and out of  syd’s mind can someone help him before he sees why the gods have given up

[schizosyd]

Syd This is all thats left of Roger We should have left the city when we had the chance Do you see Your folly?

[schizosyd]

REALLY BLUE IN THIS CITY SYD syd please tell me how we got here, the ground is irradiated syd we cant even get out the car with out our shoes melting syd please stop crawling on the ground

[tom-in-a-can]

the blackstar spoke to me on my birthday, a fortnite after christmas, with spiritual endowment and intellectual supremity. perhaps it is aid for the coming storm? or maybe the storm is already behind me. In half a year my sentiments are sure to be dormant again, exchanged with indifference as was previously for nearly half a decade. my sight is now clear, clearly empty. it told me this—                 

hey maybe you should have gone to clemson instead bro

i’d like to think i exist in my ideal state through a distant parallel universe, too bad i lost the cosmic dice roll with this one. The qualms of possibility are: yes it may exist, but how do we find the needle in the haystack? I will continue my search for answers in a likely place with a new start.

pic related, its me returning to the abyss

at the center of it all

at the center of it all

THICK FRIES

[tom-in-a-can]

big birthday wishes to the big birthday boy on this excellently fine, crisp 70 degree cloudless january 8th!

everyone knows my part of under pressure is the best part

unless daadoodadadadooddaodoadoaodoadoada ee epopopopupupupop is your cup of tea

[schizosyd]

Syd i’ve looked at the sun for so long I’ve stared at its wonder A crimson light, xanthous and wonderful Syd The suns looking back at me

[tom-in-a-can]

    the house is too much with me, now find me inside of a nocturne, the blonde.                   sitting on the top of the garage waiting for the day 1 2 3 4 5 thick fries, ants marching to their demise. my window’s a bad one and the trees are blocking my sun now im left with plans for no one. Will the raptors come and slice me apart already and i wont resort to [REDACTED] . theyre breaking down all around me but the difference is potential, self awareness, “social camouflage”, and what I like to call “crack cocaine”. i will return soon and continue to devolve 

   hey we should go explore some abandoned buildings together sometime

what will we see, and what will we come to understand, when we enter the next levels?

hey look a bear trap, lets jump right in

tom is an dumb Idiot, and is also stupid

The Starman giveth, and the Starman taketh away

[tom-in-a-can]

maybe we’ll see the stars together someday

i’m just an animal looking for a home and share the same space for a minute or two

why would you want to go blind again after seeing “the meaning” for the first time

koo koo kachoo

[schizosyd]

As Syd pushes my car below the murk of this swamp, and my vision goes hazy, I realize something... its never too late to fix a mistake, and its never too to tell someone how much you love them and care for them thanks syd...  for one final.. message

[schizosyd]

Guys, Syd just said he got back from the “Algadda, where the Hanged King writhes.” Im absolutely baffled at this, what could he possibly mean by this? Just a word of advice please.