psycosynthesis

I got tingles reading this, nice one!

Stunning.

Lovely work Amz! I love Jade, it's such a pretty stone.

Downloading now, will listen in the morning with a coffee and a smoke and (if I remember, short-term memory functions are somewhat limited) let you know how it goes!

"Allowance of Illumination" (working title?) There’s a certain absent aspect of you which I can’t quite comprehended yet. Brush it away and let the light shine through. Each dawn exerted to divine your mood, smiling hands on my skin and I forget there’s a certain absent aspect of you. A relaxing, relapsing tactile view of fingers tracing roadmaps in my sweat, brush it aside and let the light shine through. Long nights spent in stoned complacence, but who we were was a lost, discarded concept. There’s a certain absent aspect of you. Withdrawing from you I’m cold-turkey blue shivering and puking like when we met. Brush it away and let the light shine through. Regenerating you I start anew, laying foundations for future neglect there’s a certain absent aspect of you. Brush it away and let the light shine through. "When I Was a Little Stereo" My speakers emit glossolalia Caught up in the passion of the rapture Preaching electric, eclectic gospel Catching the waves of sinners as they fell. Untitled: Tiny points of light each point a place of pain. Feeling like a puppet on some cosmic string a practice in breaking without the theory. A pane of stained-glass ego shattering and writhing on the lawn outside the party. Later on, tracing patterns and parabolas in the sandpit and watching the trees writhe. Choke Chant Chant love always delirious goddess and let it escape from your tongue. This silence must be fractured, punctuated must be stopped full short of becoming whole. A part of parcel of piecemeal gesture. Wrapped in ecstasy, tied in torrential glossolalia. Around your throat like a python scarf. Fighting like fang and scale the walls inside. Bed Sketch. Withdrawn with this slow ink dripping under sheets and turning slowly. An attempt on each side but each turn lies right to self with truth left trapped under and somewhere between dream and recollection. One arm extends over the edge. An indication of inquiry of intent to reach past this inertia to briefly touch the out side but each turn lies. Night Midnight sublimation blink into the couch and the bass throws nascent fuzz through inhalations. Strobing forward and out light and pervasive flickering past the sticky carpet and tracing lines on the table dust into dissocociations. Streelights now faint rings of halation pulse past a cab’s warped glass window formations while colour passes in faint palpitations.Night:

Hey guys I'm interested in studying arboury. Just wondering if any of you do this as a profession? I have a feeling you might. I'm in Melbourne, heard Burnley is the best place to get started. I'm keen for advice. Not sure if this thread belongs here, happy for Mods to redirect it. Peace, Psycosynth.

Hey all and thanks for the warm welcome. I should have made the title "2 cuttings", not a few, as that's all I can take from the plant. Apologies for that. One cutting is gone already, one is left but is most probably taken already, just awaiting a PM so I'll let you guys know. Peace

Cuttings are gone. Thanks again for the warm welcome.