#Allen Watts

[thecrumbcatcher]

STARDUST

What, indeed, is a crumb? We might think of it as merely a tiny piece of something larger, but let's explore this further. How small must a fragment become before we deem it a crumb? And if we take a crumb and split it, do we then possess two crumbs, or does it cease to be a crumb altogether? How many times can we divide a crumb before it is no longer recognizable as such?

Now, consider the act of reassembling these crumbs. Can one, through some cosmic alchemy, piece them back together into their original form, or have they become something entirely new, something that transcends their origin?

And if we look deeper, aren't we ourselves but a collection of cosmic crumbs—galactic dust gathered from the vast expanses of the universe? Stardust crumbs, each of us. Our very existence woven from the fragments of stars long extinguished, the detritus of the cosmos brought together to form this intricate dance of life.

In this way, the humble crumb mirrors the nature of existence itself: fragmented, divided, and yet, somehow, eternally whole.

[hezigler]

[burythewine]

Bury the Wine - You are Godly

[tracksampm]

45 Minutes of Trance

I Wanted Luke Terry, Sarah Howells Gods Among Us Artena Elevate Allen Watts Other Worlds Mark Sherry, BiXX 7 Colours RAM Lost Witness Gone Orjan Nilsen, Mark Sixma, nilsix Piece Of Art Darren Porter Remix Kryder Revelation Solarstone, Evan Henzi

[xandersrailcrash]

is a tillow/fuffy edit to Wallflower from WATT too niche......

[simbelmyne20niniel]

CLASSIC ROCK BOOKMARKERS PART 19: DRUMMERS

ALL THE PARTS

[cowboycereal]

listened to the watt cast album again and it’s like coming home <3

[emisirrelevant]

54 Below once again giving me a reason to post more We Are The Tigers content haha.

WE ARE THE TIGERS MENTION IN 2024 RAAAAHHHH

[fanofspooky]

Scream Queens 6

[thewhizzyhead]

I know the reunion concert was literally just 2 days ago but my bros my guys my dudes I miss WATT so so much and I really do want this show Actually Revived because I miss my cheerleaders, pma's stories and music are fucking great and I wanna hear more, watt has so much room for improvement, and I wanna see watt thrive aaaaaaaa

[the-football-chick]

Your quarterbacks are not safe around these dudes.

IG: nfl

[owlpuddle]

[fictionalfish]

i would like to thank Preston Max Allen for writing the songs that were basically my anthem when I was 14/15...maybe I should have been getting help, but I had angsty gay cheerleader musical instead and i turned out fineeee

[solo1y]

Extracts from the Diary of Alan Watts

16th May 1965: Myself, Allen Ginsberg and Tim Leary have been trekking through the Amazon rainforest in search of the sahatasca, a perhaps legendary form of ayahuasca which enables a man to levitate and see through dimensions. Leary and Ginsberg have been tripping absolute balls since we got here, which they believe will help in our search, as if the sahatasca had a mind of its own and could sense its people. We stopped for the night under a large tree. My two friends refused to lie on the floor because they thought it was full of moving snakes. On this occasion, they were correct, but none of these snakes are dangerous. 

17th May 1965:

One of the guides died last night after being bitten by one of the snakes. The other guide appears to be fluent in every language except English. He can expertly translate from one tribal language to another which is not much use to us. Leary is still tripping balls and insists he understands what the guide is saying but that I am speaking Chinese. 

18th May 1965: 

Ginsberg disappeared in the night. He left a note in Portuguese which I was able to translate using my high school Spanish. He claims that he got a psychic message from Bob Dylan and had to go on tour with him immediately. I have no idea how he will find his way out of the dense jungle or if he does, how to make his way from rural Brazil to Los Angeles without his passport, which he jammed into a coconut before leaving.

19th May 1965: 

Ginsberg has returned. He keeps calling Leary “Bob” and insists that he entertain us all with a few songs. Leary was also tripping balls and would only sing as Joan Baez. This caused mass confusion which caused Ginsberg to pass out and our guide to apply a cloth gag to Leary’s face until he calmed down.

20th May 1965:

Our guide went missing for a few hours leaving me with an unconscious Ginsberg and a chemically sedated Leary. Our guide had to use enough chloroform to, in his words, “knock out a whale” to keep Leary down and even now he keeps twitching. I asked our one remaining guide how exactly he would have set about choloroforming a whale, to which he said it would be a piece of cake after wrestling Leary in the rainforest mud for twenty minutes. I don’t remember it being that long but I was occupied by a mushroom I found on a tree which turned out to be some sort of lizard.

21st May 1995:

I have travelled thirty years into the future. All drug have been legalised. As a result, there are no wars or crime of any kind. I will admit that there was something of a dip in productivity but there are only one billion people on the planet now as we are far more sensible about breeding. Leary has been completely forgotten but there is a huge statue of Allen Ginsberg in what used to be Times Square. He would have loved it. 

22nd May 19,995:

Quatzo atcl derrr beep beep in smersh bod. Ment furgy smool alla party. Ohn smeft Tim Leary gurge Ginsberg haft larnack. 

26th May 1965: 

I have woken up in Dudley Road Hospital in Birmingham. It’s taken some time with a team of professional psychologists but I now understand that myself and Tim Leary were wandering around a local supermarket car park for three weeks under the impression that we were in Brazil.

Although both Leary and Ginsberg in separate phone calls have tried to convince me that I have invented it, the search for sahatasca continues.

[xandersrailcrash]

TIME OUT TEAM! QUICK PSA

i miss my girlfriend.

[da-riya]

After a year back home I'm certain to say living in Germany for 3 months has made me worse